How can the new political culture justify excesses such as supplementary estimates amounting to billions of rupees amidst exigencies such as natural and unnatural disasters burying its people under tragedy, death, and taxes? How a superfluity of opinions and perspectives explains and rationalises such egregious apathy, indifference, greed, will make or unmake the island we love; no matter how much less we love its politics and exploitative politicos…
My eye is drawn to an arresting headline. “What ails Sri Lanka?” The editorialist supplies self-evident answers. Of late it has been a barrage of natural phenomena – and then one man-made disaster. Wind, heavy cloud cover, deluge, cyclone, downpour, landslide. To pour salt on our wounds, the explosive conflagration of Salawa followed in short order.
But the nation’s attention is soon drawn to a different indignity. “What price our politics!” ejaculates the subeditor in 72-point bold. In the midst of sudden death, carnage, and the terrors of spreading fire at a military armoury, that supplementary horror of luxury vehicles for the people’s representatives comes as a shock to the system. A wake-up call in the middle of yahapālanaya’s young-enough night. A very expensive wake-up call (to cost taxpayers an estimated Rs. 1,175 million) for 32 servants of the people – to better serve their electorates (or so they say or claim) by being able to visit them in style now that they have wheels. Indignation; outrage; hot air; the balloon goes up; wrath of the populace worse than the anger of the weather gods. To add insult to injury, it is ostensible ‘good governance’ which entertains plans to please its self-serving ministerial mandarins with super-luxurious vehicular perks. 
Then – suddenly, out of the blue (and gold) – uncommon common sense prevails. There is a puzzling quiet on the western front from the now-royal common candidate. But his patrician premier is unequivocal. No importation of that self-indulgent fleet until Kosgama’s burning villages are doused and rebuilt! No feting the vertical and entirely upright stalwarts of the House until Aranayake’s dead among other hamlets inundated by Roanu are honoured in the observance and not the breach! A round of hurrahs: cue applause for prime ministerial largesse and attendant nobility redolent with statesmanship in our time of tragedy! Though cynics might mutter, carefully, in column and at café society cocktails: “Why afford ANY privileges AT ALL for those who only serve themselves…” (’Twas ever thus.)
Joint Opposition not satisfied with point conceded, car-plan abandoned? Makes nasty cracks about ^car-pālanaya. Insists that motion to divert car-plan funds to Kosgama town-rebuilding be debated in parliament. Forgets northern hamlets set on fire by its warmongering idols. Forgets Potemkin villages in the south for its prelates which cost the country valuable silver once and for which its people are still paying. Admits that the no-confidence motion against a government fat-cat was only to send out a strong signal to the coalition that it fondly imagines is creaking at the seams. It seems not. At least according to the coalition against corruption which serenely dreams it is in the right. We won the no-confidence motion, it preens. We are Mr Cleans. (Er, not quite.)
My mind’s eye, as it pans over what I have penned above, boggles. And wonders if, in some weird inversion more appropriate to topsy-turvy-land, we aren’t living in some conniving politico’s lucid dream – or some other pathetic citizenry’s waking nightmare. Have we risked life and place of power and reputation among our peers to evict a cabal of infinitely corruptible demigod-like governors of the realm – Only to find that their replacements (once squeaky-clean and squeaking cutely about their cleanliness) are as bad as the previous regime? Could it be that administrations change but human nature remains essentially the same… Would that a whole new political culture had disabused us of this bitter realisation! Should, however, the responsible critic and reasonable citizen swallow the galling pill in the greater interests of nation-building after a decade and arguably more of abuse by loot- and power-hungry dynasties?
As always, opinion is divided – and rightly so, for things are as they are; and/but behind them there is nothing. Or something. It depends on one’s personal perspective, political point of view, and/or subscription to a national, social, or cultural worldview. It is on this divided opinionated-ness that divisive opinion-makers thrive – and survive to rule the roost. It is this superfluity of interpretations of our present reality that provides pragmatists in parliament and other more hallowed corridors of power a window of opportunity to push by now emaciated agendas through. Of course, all this, while pulling the public’s leg, and pulling the wool over a gullible and gulled media’s own myopic mindset, which is often as blinkered as that of its political masters’ or that of the ‘statesmen’ it so admires.
On the one hand, a simplistic binary configuration helps perpetuate the dualistic myth that politics is an orb with two spheres only… the good and the bad. In this cosmos there is an eternal struggle between two camps across clearly drawn battle lines, in which alternatively one or the other has the upper hand – albeit briefly. First one political party, grouping, or coalition of forces spearheads its agenda for a summer or six in the sun. Then another comes along, amidst growing dissent and dissidence on the part of a populace predictably grown weary with grandstanding and general inability to deliver on promises made and plans for development once so gloriously envisaged.
And when the incumbents are inevitably thrown out – and they are eventually evicted, no matter how long their stay: 17 years or merely 10 – the twin electorates settle down soon enough to suffering a series of collective setbacks that occur as regularly as tea-breaks in a state department office. In this interpretation, the response of dualistic politics to landslide and floods and fires has two shapes: