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Monday, September 3, 2012
Missing And Forgotten
Sunday, September 02, 2012
Women holding up pictures of their missing family members and A wailing mother holds a picture of her missing son.
Kumarasamy Pathmanathan has a question. “If the war is over and if there is no problem in the country, why are they arresting people?”
Pathmanathan is one of the 300 people who showed up in the city of Vavuniya on Thursday, August 30, holding up pictures of a loved one who has gone missing. In his case, it’s his daughter, 31-year old Vasanthamala.
The crowd gathered to commemorate their missing on the International Day of the Disappeared, and to call on the government to take steps to find out whether they are alive – or what had happened to them.
They started with a peaceful demonstration in the heart of Vavuniya city, and then proceeded to the temple by foot, with plans of then going to the church, Kovil and the mosque. At the temple, one woman holds up a large picture of her son and starts calling out to a God different from her own. What starts soft turns louder and she soon starts wailing about her son who has gone missing, withheld tears finally pouring down from her eyes. Her cries – and tears – evokes the emotions that others have so far hid. In a matter of minutes, the crowd splits into two distinctive groups.
Pathmanathan is one of the 300 people who showed up in the city of Vavuniya on Thursday, August 30, holding up pictures of a loved one who has gone missing. In his case, it’s his daughter, 31-year old Vasanthamala.
The crowd gathered to commemorate their missing on the International Day of the Disappeared, and to call on the government to take steps to find out whether they are alive – or what had happened to them.
They started with a peaceful demonstration in the heart of Vavuniya city, and then proceeded to the temple by foot, with plans of then going to the church, Kovil and the mosque. At the temple, one woman holds up a large picture of her son and starts calling out to a God different from her own. What starts soft turns louder and she soon starts wailing about her son who has gone missing, withheld tears finally pouring down from her eyes. Her cries – and tears – evokes the emotions that others have so far hid. In a matter of minutes, the crowd splits into two distinctive groups.
