Black July.
The month of July of 1983 was labeled as ‘Black’ July when
many and many Tamils were burned alive and further Business enterprises of
Tamils, factories of Tamils and properties of Tamils were destroyed in
multitudes. One strong reason why we reaped the harvest in Mullivaaikkaal is
when other people fought non violently for their rights it was understood and
the problem was solved by the particular entities. But in our country when our
people fought non violently for our rights it was suppressed with terrible,
horrible violence. Well. What is genocide. ‘Gene’ in Greek means an ethnic
group and ‘cede’ in Latin means ‘to kill’. So two words were combined the word
genocide was created . So genocide simply means “ one ethnic group
intentionally doing activities to eradicate another ethnic group (by killing),
torturing a person of another ethnic group physically and mentally, curbing the
birth of a new baby intentionally, uniting people with other ethnicities
intentionally and forcefully( often by marriages), annihilating a national
group intentionally, annihilating the people who belongs to a particular
religion, and annihilating the people who speak a particular language is known
as genocide. Then the notion of Mr. Reginold Kure, inter marriages as a
solution to ethnic conflicts bluntly, evidently a genocide but greased with
honeyed words ‘cause uniting a particular ethnic group with another ethnic
group is obviously a genocide. How deftly genocide is carried out without
considering the international rules.
I’m particularly impressed by a poem which is written by a
poet of majority group published in a Christian periodical, “The Messenger”,
entitled “Burning Humanity”.
Burning Humanity.
One more incident in July.
I swear,
While it was an art of burning death bodies
I find no reason to save this incident in my memory.
I’m not an emotional fool nor mentally disordered.
Just like you me as well
Hesitate to express my feelings.
Me as well a practicalist,
In my day to day lives.
Also I have a feeling of precaution always.
If the government proclaims ‘forget’
I forget instantaneously.
No one has a doubt
In my cleverness of forgetting.
No one blamed me.
Still, yet I can’t erase the scenery of
How that thugs stopped that car.
Four individuals, parents and two kids, one boy and one
girl.
They stopped that car just like they stopped all the other
cars.
There’s no difference at all.
Some numerical questions
In a chauvinistic mood.
It could be a care in performing the right thing very right
indeed.
Immediately after they performed it as usual.
You know oozing petrol, and burning alive and activities of
the like.
But all in a sudden someone opened the door of the car
He pulled his two kids, crying not willing to separate from
their parents.
He embraced them and brought to the car along with him.
The rest of the poem is missing. But it’s like all the
family dies together. The father brought his two kids to the car ‘cause he
doesn’t like to leave them as orphans. So everyone together dies in the car.
