Human rights in Michael Ondaatje’s Anil’s Ghost
Human rights in Michael Ondaatje’s Anil’s Ghost
S.R.Shiv Rubini, V.Muthulakshmi, M.Vinayagaselvi,
I M.A English,
Sri Ram Nallamani Yadhava College of Arts and Science,
Tenkasi.
“Lost rights are never regained by
appeals to the conscience of the usurpers, but by relentless struggle.... Goats
are used for sacrificial offerings and not lions.”
― B.R. Ambedkar,
― B.R. Ambedkar,
“To deny
people their human rights is to challenge their very humanity.”
-Nelson Mandela
-Nelson Mandela
Michael Ondaatje was born on
September 12, 1943 in Colombo, Sri Lanka, and immigrated to Montreal, Canada
when he was 19. He published well-regarded poetry collections, including The Collected Works of Billy the Kid and
several critically-lauded novels including, The English Patient which was cowinner of the Booker Prize in
1992 and was adapted into an Academy-Award-winning film.
Michael Ondaatje is a
familiar name in the literary arena. After his Booker winning novel “The
English Patient” was memorialized by the superb direction of Anthony Minghella,
artistically given life to by Ralph Fiennes, Kristin Scott, Juliette Binoche
and other unforgettable casts, the urge for reading the original novel was
there. I wanted to forget the theme and intricacies of the movie so that I
could rediscover it years from now, but the memories of love and gloom are
still remaining. Perhaps a few more years require before embarking to that
appealing trek.
Anil’s Ghost is set up in
different settings. Michael Ondaatje, a Sri Lankan born Canadian writer
revisits his country of origin, painting through his artistic skills the
devastations of another war-ravaged nation. It is about life and death, the
agony of dying victims of war, terrorism’s brutal reminder emanating from their
remaining tortured bones.
“The
bodies turn up weekly now. The height of the terror was eighty-eight and
eighty-nine, but of course it was going on long before that. Every side was
killing and hiding the evidence. Every side, this is an unofficial war, no one
wants to alienate the foreign powers. So it’s secret gangs and squads. Not like
Central America. The government was not the only one doing the killing. You
had, and still have, three camps of enemies – one in the north, two in the
south – using weapons, propaganda, fear, sophisticated posters, censorship.
Importing state-of-the-art weapons from the West, or manufacturing homemade
weapons. A couple of years ago people just started disappearing. Or bodies kept
being found burned beyond recognition. There’s no hope of affixing blame. And
no one can tell who the victims are. I am just an archaeologist. This pairing
by your commission and the government was not my idea – a forensic pathologist,
an archaeologist, odd pairing, if you want my opinion. What we’ve got here is
unknown extrajudicial executions mostly. Perhaps by the insurgents, or by the
government or the guerilla separatists. Murders committed by all sides” . These
are Sarath’s words to Anil.
Anil Tissera is a young
Western educated Sri Lankan woman. She is a forensic anthropologist. An
international human-rights group sends her “to work with local officials to
discover the source of the organized campaigns of murder engulfing the
island.”[235]
Anil meets Sarath, an
archaeologist based in Sri Lanka. They embark in their journey of uncovering an
unpleasant truth, truth that the seated Sri Lanka government, Singhalese and
the Tamil opponents were both hiding to cover their crimes against humanity.
Why did the Sri Lankan
government allowed Anil to investigate the killings that might implicate them
in return? “President Katugala claimed no knowledge or organized campaigns of
murder on the island. But under pressure, and to placate trading partners in
the West, the government eventually made the gesture of an offer to pair local
officials with outside consultants, and Anil Tissera was chosen as the Geneva organization’s
forensic specialist, to be teamed with an archaeologist (Sarath) in
Colombo”[297] .
Anil’s Ghost reads like a
mystery novel. There is the meticulous investigation in finding the identity of
a murdered man whose bones Anil and Sarath discovered hidden among the century
old human bones in government protected area. Their investigation led them to
sought help from a legendary epigraphist Palipana who was residing in
semi-monastery seclusion. The description of Palipana’s life in brief was
refreshing as it shows the nature’s way of revealing history through rocks and
bones.
Gamini is Sarath’s brother. He
is a doctor who has seen war’s wrath and fought to save countless lives in the
local hospitals. The rebels kidnap him for a day or two. They need his
expertise to heal their wounds. “He worked into the night, bending over
patients while someone on the other side of their beds held an old Coleman
lamp. Some of the boys were delirious when they emerged from the influence of
the pills. Who sent a thirteen-year-old to fight, and for what furious cause?
For an old leader? For some pale flag? He had to keep reminding himself who
these people are. Bombs on crowded streets, in bus stations, paddy fields,
schools had been set by people like this. Hundreds of victims had died under
Gamini’s care. Thousands couldn’t walk or use their bowels anymore. Still. He
was a doctor” [311].
Gamini and other doctors were not
working for profit. “They all knew it was about the sense of self-worth that,
during those days, in that place, had overcome them. They were not working for
any cause or political agenda. They had found a place a long way from
governments and media and financial ambition. They had originally come to the
northeast for a three-month shift and in spite of the lack of equipment, the
lack of water, not one luxury except now and then a tin of condensed milk
sucked in a car while being surrounded by jungle, they had stayed for two years
or three, in some cases longer. It was the best place to be”.
Anil is a fearless woman.
She wants to find justice for the victims. She wants to hold responsible of
those who are behind the murder of that sailor’s bone she is methodically
examining. She doesn’t want to listen to Sarath who advises her to be careful,
the big brother is watching her every move. Anil doesn’t know whom to trust
anymore. She even begins to suspect Sarath who might be working for the
government. But there is a twist in the story that must be explored by the
interested readers.
Michael Ondaatje’s Anil Ghost
is a painful testament that war and terrorism bring nothing fruitful but more
wars and terrorism. War and terrorism may take different forms in different
nations or different historical era, but the underlying essence is the same:
they kill people. They transform a kind society into bipolar schism.
Wherever it occurs, Sri Lanka
or Iraq, it is the victims’ generation long pain and sufferings passed onto the
new generation that inflames more wars as a means of vengeance. History tries
to warn the new generation from embracing the same repeated mistakes done by
their ancestors, but the killings and mayhems unfortunately continues in the
name of insatiable power, greed and religious creed. A shift in our violent
paradigm is urgently required. And observing the rousing anti-war sentiments
around the world among the peaceful mass of billions, the mouthful agenda of
neo-bigots and terrorists may very well become the things of an inglorious past
in the hopeful future.
Works cited:
Ondaatje
Micheal, Anil’s Ghost , McClelland & Stewart[2000] .
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