“All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candour” ~Walt Whitman
In the questionable days of the Rajapaksa regime, the most dreadful sound, amongst many a sound of shooting in Rathupaswela, Katunayake and post-war Jaffna, was the one that you did not hear: A white van parked outside your home.
How many men and women were forcibly shoved into the van and taken away and threatened, their bones smashed, and spirit drained, one may never know.
Among those countless shrieks and screams and unbridled impunity to those who hurt innocent men and women who happened to hold a different view from that of those in power, their broken noses and shattered bones might yet be bleeding.
Those who wrote a different story, different from the garbage thrown out by the State-owned media and sycophants of the regime garbed in officials’ dress, had vanished.
The heart-wrenching saga of a wife going from one Government desk to another is still being written in many a newspaper page, yet she doesn’t seem to get any plausible answer.
Prageeth Eknaligoda was no ordinary journalist who happened to write the Rajapaksa-fed flattering stories about the glories of the First Family’s far-fetched and exaggerated triumphs.