Slain Sri Lankan journalist pens final column

Last week, Lasantha Wickramatunga, the editor of Sri Lanka’s Sunday Leader newspaper, was murdered on his way to work. As a critic of both the Sri Lankan government and the Tamil Tiger rebels, Wickramatunga had been assaulted before and knew that his life was in danger so he wrote a column to be published in the event of his death. Steve Coll has posted the piece, a deeply moving call for democracy and a free press, in its entirety. It is titled "And Then They Came For Me," a reference to Martin Niemoller’s famous Nazi-era poem.

Here’s an excerpt:

No other profession calls on its practitioners to lay down their lives for their art save the armed forces and, in Sri Lanka, journalism. In the course of the past few years, the independent media have increasingly come under attack. Electronic and print-media institutions have been burnt, bombed, sealed and coerced. Countless journalists have been harassed, threatened and killed. It has been my honor to belong to all those categories and now especially the last.

He also had some choice final words for the Sri Lanka’s president, Mahinda Rajapaksa:

Sadly, for all the dreams you had for our country in your younger days, in just three years you have reduced it to rubble. In the name of patriotism you have trampled on human rights, nurtured unbridled corruption and squandered public money like no other President before you. Indeed, your conduct has been like a small child suddenly let loose in a toyshop. That analogy is perhaps inapt because no child could have caused so much blood to be spilled on this land as you have, or trampled on the rights of its citizens as you do. Although you are now so drunk with power that you cannot see it, you will come to regret your sons having so rich an inheritance of blood. It can only bring tragedy. As for me, it is with a clear conscience that I go to meet my Maker. I wish, when your time finally comes, you could do the same. I wish.

As for me, I have the satisfaction of knowing that I walked tall and bowed to no man. And I have not travelled this journey alone. Fellow journalists in other branches of the media walked with me: most of them are now dead, imprisoned without trial or exiled in far-off lands. Others walk in the shadow of death that your Presidency has cast on the freedoms for which you once fought so hard. You will never be allowed to forget that my death took place under your watch. As anguished as I know you will be, I also know that you will have no choice but to protect my killers: you will see to it that the guilty one is never convicted. You have no choice. I feel sorry for you, and Shiranthi will have a long time to spend on her knees when next she goes for Confession for it is not just her owns sins which she must confess, but those of her extended family that keeps you in office.

Definitely read the whole thing. As Coll says, "It is like nothing else you will read today."