Sri Lanka, MusingsSeptember 28, 2007 5:10 am

I’ve come across some interesting posts and reactions to posts recently that really got my wheels clinking on the subject of Sri Lanka as a failed state and how we would be so much better if we were still a colonized country. This theory of course ties into the view that we are a ‘failed’ state. I personally do not buy into either theory. This is not to say that there is a lot and I mean a lot wrong with the country, evidenced by the fact that I am currently not living there (again that has its reasons which I will elaborate on later). 

To me the view that if we were colonized that things would be better is a form of running away. It is the old adage that ‘someone else’ can take care of our problems for us. What these people fail to appreciate is that democracy and a mature country is not something that comes up overnight. The British were very good at producing infrastructure; they left us with a network of roads, railways, national industries that were once amazing. What they unfortunately did not leave us with is institutions, which are the fabric of civil society, of law and order, of political management. Infrastructure at the end of the day is relatively easy to build, some money, raw materials and labourers and you have a road, or a dam.

It is institutionally that the colonial powers that be failed miserably, the vacuum left by the colonial countries leaving have been filled either by the political panderers as in the case of Sri Lanka or rebels who have little idea of mature governance as in the vast majority of African countries that had to fight for their independence. Institutions and mature governance do not spring into being overnight, anyone who thinks America has been the (flawed) democracy it is now for the last couple of hundred years is a fool (just google George Bush). The Constitution may have been signed into being in 1787 but that was not democracy. A true democracy is a country where everyone is equal and has an equal say in the country’s governance. The US wasn’t even close until recently, don’t forget segregation was a reality until only around 40 years ago. The US is still a scarily racist country, just look at what happened in Jenna

Similarly the Magna Carta may have been signed in 1215 but England was far from a democracy until recently. What people don’t seem to understand is that democracy is a process, an evolution. Some countries such as England and the US have had a hundred years in which to develop the institutions to uphold law and order and ensure equality for all. And it is still very much in evolution.

After all look at how these countries treat their indigenous peoples. Those ‘bastions of democracy’ such as Canada, Australia and the US are the very countries that refused to sign the Indigenous People’s Rights Bill passed by the UN recently. Their reason – that the bill gave ‘excessive property and legal powers to indigenous peoples’  . These are the same countries that have for hundreds of years exploited and abused the indigenous people. So even in these ‘developed democracies’ the fight for equal rights is very much an ongoing process and indeed a battle.

Where does this leave our sunny isle? Well we’ve had almost 60 years of independence and we started off hobbled. We were handed leaders, the Bandaranayakes, Senananyakes and Jayawardenes who at their best were sycophants. A generation of leaders who knew the ins and outs of sucking up to whoever gave them benefits. Such a mindset was never going to provide us the political maturity and will to drag us forward, witness the infamous 1956 policy. Whatever gave them power they would do. And it is a rot that runs deep and will take time to prize out. A similar situation can be seen in some African countries such where leaders came who were essentially bush fighters and military commanders, ill-suited to the sheer responsibility of being a democratic leader. 

So what is the solution? The easy way out, the way of immaturity is to cry out for someone to take charge, for the colonials to take over again. For one thing this is flawed because the British were ever only interested in what they could take from us. This mindset is still present, aid is tied and nothing will be given to us if it means a real sacrifice on the part of the West. And that is why we must take responsibility; we have to fix the problem. We have to grow up and evolve, it may take a hundred years but it is a fight that we have to fight, not expect someone else to dictate to us. Never forget that in the Western countries that we look up to as ‘shining examples’ of democracy those institutions did not spring into being overnight. People, usually of minorities had to sacrifice had to die for what they have today and are still doing so.

Detractors will say that I sit comfortably in the West and talk about Sri Lanka not being a failed state. True and I will admit to that. But at the end of the day I am not here because I enjoy it, there is knowledge to be learnt and skills to be sharpened that just cannot be done in Sri Lanka. There is however a significant body of people, expatriates who mean to come back, to fight for what is ours with the skills we have to build our country. Yes they may run into the Malakas of Sri Lanka and get the shit kicked out of them but they will keep coming. At the same time every person who speaks up against the stupidity, the corruption and the fools who run our country is striking a blow for democracy as is every person who just comes back and carries out his/her job responsibly. It is literally one small step blogging about the idiots of today but a giant leap for the country (apologies to Neil) that people are willing to do this. Just look at the tremors that the Burmese junta is feeling with the protests and the publicity the bloggers are bringing to them.

Democracy has always and will always be an evolutionary process and Sri Lanka is evolving. Crying for the white man to come and make it better is foolish and will never happen. We alone are responsible for our country.

Sri Lanka, Girls, Career, California, photographySeptember 17, 2007 3:23 am

Is pretty bloody steep…and P and I have been in the thick of it. Little did we know that his innocent comment to me at Lanka Fest when we met only for the second time, asking if he could assist me at my next shoot would have lead to where we are now. 

From a small outing to Santa Monica for some street shooting we moved onto an abortive attempt at being ‘official’ photographers for the Lanka Day at Santa Monica. Though this didn’t go as planned we still had a blast, P especially got some winning shots with N’s Xti and my 70-200mm F4 L. Then through the usual Sri Lankan randomness we got our first ‘gig’ which we initially thought was to assist the photographer handling the Iraj and Ranidu concert in Long Beach. We were both perturbed to turn up and be told by A that he was too busy with organizational headaches and we were essentially on our own. A conundrum since I had never shot with a flash before and P hadn’t either. 

Some pointers, much experimentation and a Canon 5D in P’s hands and we were off, working the crowd, running around in front of the stage, behind the stage and all sorts. It was all learning on the fly as never before…in the deep end with nary a life vest to be seen. P came off the better man and he got some absolutely amazing shots, I seemed to lose my mojo somewhere as the cheap batteries that had come packaged with my 430ex started packing up. A desperate rush to get workable batteries threw me completely off my dial and though I managed a few decent shots I washed out. But then one must fail to learn to succeed I thought as I consoled myself with the few good shots and admired (a bit enviously to be true) the brilliant stuff that P had shot.

What neither of us had really bargained for was the vast amounts of post-processing, backing up and watermarking that producing the final package that was required involved. Also once the ball started rolling it didn’t stop with a party starter friend of mine calling me up and requesting my presence at a club in Sunset to shoot Lucid Dreams for a 30 minute set. With some valuable lessons in mind such as shooting in RAW, a greater understanding of the M mode and some high capacity batteries the two of us headed down to the Roxy last Friday, P with my 17-40L in hand and me with my 50mm 1.8.

Never have I had such an adrenaline filled 30 minutes (well I have but not for awhile). Once the boys got on stage and started rapping both of us were in the crowd, on stage, ducking and weaving, composing, recomposing, chimping, changing shutter speeds, dialing up and down on our flashes and shuttering away. I still have little idea about what their music was about because I was on my own high. Over 300 pictures in 30 minutes and my arms were aching from constant moving around trying to get that perfect image, Paper with his hat on, the girls in the crowd, Love crooning away, everything had to be immortalized.
 

The crowd going wild

There was a moment of humour once their set was done, I took a picture of the above two fine young ladies and moved over to have a quick chat. The Asian one asked how she could get copies of the pictures to which I graciously responded by handing her my card and telling her to drop me a mail. As I was going to take a few more pictures of them and close the deal P bumbled in like an eager puppy, tongue practically lolling out, handing out cards and flashing like crazy. Kids I tell you, completely ruined my set-up…but eh…not a big deal and it gives me something to take the piss out of him every now and then. 

Of course as usual post processing was a bitch and has to be stuck in between work, gym, getting my car maintained, a sorry excuse for a social life, recovering from hangovers and of course sleep. We finally got some pictures out to C today and he wants us for another show in Malibu. On top of that we have other gigs on the way, the Red Bull Air Races on Saturday in San Diego and all kinds of fun things in the pipeline.

When the ball is rolling, gotta keep it going.

A millisecond later and this would have been an absolutely beautiful image. I still like it though!

General, RandomSeptember 3, 2007 1:46 am
On the way to N’s house for a crab curry, body aching after a night of being a photographer for the Iraj concert the night before (more on that later) I stopped over to get a bottle of gin. Feeling a bit thirsty I grabbed a coke since there appeared to be nothing else in close reach. Sipping it on the drive I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was wrong…there was something missing in the coke bottle’s favour…as I got onto the 5 it hit me…

There was no rum…