The Same Page
Life changed in ’83 when my Tamil friends left to Canada, Australia, to the USA. I still have my Sinhalese friends, but life isn’t whole when a part of me is missing. The anti-Tamil pogrom that Black July was a shameful episode I’m sure all of us would like to forget. We lost the beautiful integration of cultures for hatred, suspicion and isolation. Our children are conscious if their friends are Sinhalese, Tamil or Muslim. I suppose they think of these things now, when a few children in school have begun casting remarks denigrating the other’s religion. What is this …