Sometimes it seems like despite all the progress we’ve made, despite having landed on the moon and planned to go to Mars, despite creating literature, poetry, music and arts, despite the ability to be philosophical, spiritual and imaginative, human beings are stuck in the pit of their primal instincts. The need for power leads to abuse, violence, torture, agony and genocide.
Every time, at some point after this happens, heads of state tsk tsk the perpetrators, utter some evasive statements to appease the survivors, but fail to do anything resembling delivering justice. In time the memory of the victims fades and life goes on as usual, leaving those survivors and the grief stricken to fend for themselves.
Koom Kankesan’s latest novel, The Tamil Dream, is about this scenario’s repeat performance in Sri Lanka in 2009. But the book is set in Toronto and is written from two alternating points of view. Daniel, a Canadian high-school teacher of Tamil ancestry, who doesn’t even speak Tamil, and Niranjan, a 16-year-old Tamil boy, whom his parents have managed to send to Canada, lest he, like his older brother, be captured and enlisted by the Tamil Tigers.
Daniel is seemingly fully Canadian. He lives with his ambitious Canadian girlfriend, resents his own very Tamil parents, whom he criticizes bitterly for his strict and physically abusive upbringing, the guilt trips they put him through, and their generally stingy and miserable existence.
Niranjan, on the other hand, misses his family who are in Sri Lanka and worries about them. He runs away from the family who sponsored him and housed him, and is ironically taken in by a Tamil drug-dealer, working for Tamil Tigers. He starts failing at school, where Daniel is a teacher. The family who sponsored Niranjan asks Daniel for help, Daniel reluctantly agrees, tries to help, but it’s not that easy. His girlfriend doesn’t want him to get involved. Niranjan is less than straightforward with him. Each one of them has his own set of problems. And politics and power plays get in the way.
Through the intersecting and widely contrasting lives of Daniel and Niranjan, the book portrays the plight of the Tamil immigrants. It explores the internal conflicts of its members, the conflicts within the Tamil Diaspora living in Toronto, the conflicts between Tamils and other ethnic groups, and Tamils and the Canadian society and government.
Young Tamils whose family upbringing is very strict and whose corporal punishment at the hands of their parents is considered normal by their families, but criminal by their teachers and government, have a serious dilemma. Those who report the abuse risk severing their ties with their families, who love them, and want the best for them, despite their abusive ways. Kankesan creates colourful characters of surviving Tamil Tiger expats and their various ways of collecting money for their comrades at home. They use any method at their disposal, including drug dealing, intimidation, and extortion from members of their own community, many of whom can’t stand them and try to avoid them at any cost. He paints gruesome scenes of rivalry between Tamil and Korean drug dealer gangs, with some gratuitous violence thrown in. But the violence isn’t just inter-racial, it is also inside the Tamil community when dues are not paid on time or the pecking order isn’t observed. And what’s interesting is it’s as if the police does not exist. Nobody goes to the police for protection or to complain. Scores are settled strictly internally.
That doesn’t seem far-fetched in the world of Kankesan’s novel, because it portrays the authorities as indifferent to the plight of the Tamils. Despite accepting Tamil immigrants and refugees from Sri Lanka, and giving them the opportunity to survive, prosper and raise their families in peace, Canada, its people and institutions—schools, boards of educations—don’t understand and aren’t interested in Tamils’ problems. Neither do they want to get involved in the politics of Tamils’ country of origin, even if it involves genocide. The weeks long, thousands strong protests by Tamils demanding Canadian government intervene in the slaughter of thousands of Tamil civilians in Sri Lanka by the ruling Sinhalese government, do not get any response from the government. To add insult to injury, they occupy only a few minutes on the evening news, and are but a nuisance to the commuters, (who are delayed because of road closures) employers, (whose employees take days off work) and school officials, (whose absenteeism doesn’t bode well for their reputation.)
The Tamil Dream is not a criticism of the Canadian society or government, neither is it a judgment on the Tamil culture, although it is not very complimentary about it. It is simply a portrayal of an all too common story: that of an oppressed nation in its desperation to cope with its predicament. It doesn’t matter how far they flee, or how poorly or well they assimilate into their host country, there’s no way out of the trauma of their ethnicity for these people, at least for the first two or three generations. Daniel, who doesn’t speak Tamil, is harshly critical of his culture, is as Canadian as any immigrant can hope to become, and is accused by his father of not being a Tamil anymore, muses despite himself, “ I am Tamil, and no matter where I go, that cannot be excised. My hands are Tamil, my legs are Tamil, my tongue is Tamil. My very brain is Tamil, no matter what my father said.”
Kankesan weaves a rich tapestry of people, lives and events to paint a truthful portrait of a Diaspora of a persecuted nation. It is realistic and relatable for anyone with a similar experience, and enriching and educating for anyone without.