(photo credit to the Colombo Telegraph)
30 years ago, my mother fled a Sri Lanka that she could could no longer recognize. A wave of chauvinistic fervor had passed over the country, seemingly turning random people into crazed arsonists, murderers and other assorted dregs of the human behavioral spectrum (this is the short and dirty account–like everything there is a timeline we don’t have the space to discuss here.) In the meantime, a similarly anti-human international brigade of goons would arise to assassinate simpleton heads of state and commit acts of unimaginable brutality via terrorism. The latter group, however, had strict (though I can’t estimate rates of compliance) rules about marriage and procreation, discouraging both for the ‘grunts.’ I would bet that many of the former group of scum-in-human-skins have reproduced (though I may be overestimating how heritable and biological the basis of these aggressive, violent and sociopathic behaviors really are and that population’s influence.) In any case, via India Samarajiva (essential reading if you do wish to follow SL, along with DBS Jeyaraj,) here’s his mother’s account of protesting the BP-mentioned sacking of the country’s Chief Justice by Emperor Mahinda the First.
It was interesting how the goons got exasperated with us at one point and said “Madam, why don’t you leave without creating trouble. I think, we got that response because we were engaging with them making eye contact with each one, and that made them uncomfortable. When one of them lifted the stick, my hand went automatically to my umbrella, but, he did not hit. One man even said, if you can’t go why don’t you bed with us.