(The United Nations International Day in Support of Victims of Torture is observed annually on the 26th of June.)
BY FRANCES HARRISON-28 JUNE 2015

Perhaps
it would have been better to have died that day,” she said, “and yet I
have a desire to live”. Surprisingly perhaps, this comes from a woman
whose struggle is by no means over. Any day now she could be rounded up
in the country where she lives in hiding. She would be returned to Sri
Lanka, for what she fears will be more degradation and pain. Multiple
gang rapes by military officers, an illegal village abortion, rape while
signing in at army camps while her father waited outside, a white van
abduction, torture, a botched suicide attempt and now a life of hiding.
The list of what one human being can endure seems endless. Sometimes
despair does seem a more logical response but the human ability to
triumph over even the unimaginable, is extraordinary. I’d call it a
miracle but that would take away the hard work it involves, the strength
of character, the tenaciousness. This woman deserves a chance of a
future. She’s holding on for dear life. Someone needs to grab hold of
her before she slips into the abyss yet again.
It is constantly shocking to hear their tales but it is also a
remarkable privilege to come into contact with survivors of torture, to
witness them slowly transform themselves from hunted dazed creatures
into people confident and trusting enough to go out again into the
world. The power of the human desire to live should not be
underestimated.
We talk a great deal about victims but I think of several young Tamil
women who’ve recently married and had babies. Nothing special you might
say, unless you glimpsed a fraction of the tsunami of barbarity they’d
withstood – and that too without drowning in hatred. Months of being
locked up, raped by more men than they can recall, left naked in the
dirty cell, branding with hot metal rods all over their flesh. Most
people treat animals better than this, not beautiful intelligent young
women. To overcome the social stigma, the shame, the need to hide the
crime, the emotional trauma and physical wounds and dare to be happy
again, to trust enough to love. That is indeed a triumph against the
evil men – and a few evil women too – who perpetrate these crimes of
personal destruction.
Erasing violent past
When I first started meeting Sri Lankan torture survivors, a doctor told
me the story of one of her earlier patients. She had survived repeated
rape in detention by the security forces and was badly traumatised but
she’d met a good Tamil man, married and had children. Years later they
were happy but sometimes the patient still visited the doctor with
complaints of strange aches and pains – symptoms for which there was no
medical explanation. It was the past catching up with her.
How can something so brutal and violent ever be completely erased? The
fact that human beings can for the most part conquer such memories of
torment is surely an incredible achievement we should honour. I think of
the Tamil woman who had a baby conceived of rape. Yes, rape in custody.
Somewhere along the line she decided the baby was a blessing, a new
start, something to love and cherish. She’s rushed headlong into the
disaster and embraced it, transforming it into something positive. Of
course she has moments of panic, of despair, but there are two strangers
who’ve made it their business to try and calm her.
Sometimes you just know that someone is a survivor. Like the Tamil
single mother to whom I sent a small sum of money donated by a friend
who couldn’t bear to hear her story without doing something for her. The
mother, a white van abduction and sexual violence survivor, wrote a
thank you note to my friend, which said there were moments when she was
in detention when she didn’t know if she’d survive to see her child
again. Now she would use the money to buy her daughter socks and warm
clothes she needed in England but she hoped one day she would be in a
position to help others in the way that she’d just been helped. To be
able to look forward to a day when you will assist others speaks of a
strong vision of recovery.
Gaining confidence
I don’t want to make reconstruction of a broken human being sound easy,
but it is important to remember it is possible, at least partially and
with a supreme effort. I think of a young torture survivor from Sri
Lanka, who still has moments of darkness, but has now started to plan a
future, enrol for a training course and dream of a career. Last summer
though he was alone and sick and desperate. I hadn’t realised how hard
it is to be a torture survivor and have flu. His body badly needed sleep
but every time he slept he’d have nightmares.
The first day he moved into asylum accommodation, someone hammered
loudly on the door of his room at midnight and then the house caught
fire. He was so terrified by the intrusion and the noise of the fire
alarm that he just sat frozen on the bed in his room on the top floor
until someone remembered he was there and came back to save him,
dragging him out through the smoke. Having lived through torture and
sexual violence, how ironic to die in a house fire in London. He told me
he’d lost all his meagre possessions. I hurriedly packed a box of
clothes and things for his new room and stuffed in a not too depressing
book I’d just read. Of course it was the book - The one hundred year
old man who climbed out of the window - that delighted him more than
anything and inspired him to go and find the local library. But he told
me he still slept at night with the light on because he was now so
terrified of the dark and if something happened again he wouldn’t be
able to scream. I bought him a personal attack alarm on amazon – the
kind women carry in their handbags at night. It worked a treat. I ended
up giving them to other people too as reassurance – an electronic gadget
to voice their terror and anguish.
This young man has benefited from meeting people who’ve offered him a
vision of a future, like a Tamil designer his age who invited him to his
house, a well-known international human rights activist who calls him
regularly on the phone, and a Tamil family who have shown him kindness.
There are moments of terror, mostly over his asylum case, which is by no
means resolved yet, but he’s gradually gained in confidence. There’s
been a lot of yoga, meditation and counselling too along the way.
Absence of hatred
I think if it were me I would be consumed with bitterness and anger at
the world – more so that the perpetrators go free and the vast majority
will likely never pay a price for their terrible crimes. The absence of
justice is further compounded by the dirty smog of denial that blankets
the truth. Every time I write about Sri Lankan torture survivors
somebody in the country makes a sneering remark. Perhaps they don’t
realise how tasteless that is. The victims are Tamils, but there are
also Sinhalese and Muslims. The victims are male but there are also
women and children. But mainly they are fellow human beings.
What’s strangely absent is any desire for revenge among survivors.
Frankly I find it difficult to understand. When I hear a particularly
disgusting story of depravity, I can’t help feeling angry that people
can do this cruelty to each other. And yet I’ve never heard hatred
expressed by those who have survived torture. They have not lost their
humanity. That is of course how they triumph over their torturers.
Lead photo: YG
(pseudonym), an ethnic Tamil who is a survivor of torture at the hands
of Sri Lankan security forces, poses for a photograph in London, the
United Kingdom, October 16, 2012. (Image courtesy: Will Baxter / willbaxter.photoshelter.com)
© JDS
The former BBC Correspondent in Sri Lanka, Frances Harrison is
the author of Still Counting the Dead: Survivors of Sri Lanka's Hidden
War, published by Portobello Books (UK), House of Anansi (Canada) and
Penguin ( India).