Messages to my cousin Chandran Mylvaganam

Chandran Mylvaganam

චන්ද්‍රන් මයිල්වගනම්මීරියම් ශාන්ති සහ උපතිස්ස හුළුගල් ඇතුළු අන්‍යෝන්‍ය මිතුරන් 7 දෙනෙක්මිචිගන් හි මිඩ්ලන්ඩ් හි ජීවත් වේනෝර්ත්වුඩ් විශ්ව විද්‍යාලයේ මහාචාර්ය

09/05/2013, 08:45

ඔබ 2013 මැයි 9 දින යැව්වා

හායි චන්ද්‍රන්, මම ඔබව දැක බොහෝ කාලයක් ගත වී ඇත. ඔබටත් ඔබේ පවුලේ අයටත් හොඳ අතට හැරෙනු ඇතැයි බලාපොරොත්තු වෙමු. මම අපේ පවුල් ඉතිහාසය ගැන පර්යේෂණ කර ඇත්තෙමි, නමුත් අප්පාගේ (වින්ස්ලෝ අලගරත්නම්ගේ) පවුල ගැන දන්නේ අල්ප වශයෙනි – උදාහරණයක් ලෙස ඔහුගේ මවගේ නම. ඔබට මේ සඳහා මට උදව් කළ හැකිද? රොමේෂ්

Me (centre) with my older cousins in Colombo in 1962 (photo by Rajah Mylvaganam)

04/02/2016, 01:57

ඔබ 2016 පෙබරවාරි 4 දින යැව්වා

හායි චන්ද්‍රන්, ඔබ සහ ඔබේ සහෝදරයන් එල්ටීටීඊ සංවිධානයේ ප්‍රධාන භූමිකාවන් ඉටු කර ඇති බවට මා තුළ ඇති සැකය පිළිබඳව අපගේ ous ාති සහෝදර නිමාල් රත්නෙසර් සමඟ මම සාකච්ඡා කර ඇත්තෙමි. මෙය මගේ පුද්ගලික දැනුමෙන් මෙන්ම අන්තර්ජාලය පිළිබඳ පුළුල් පර්යේෂණවලින් මගේ පියා වන අශෝක බ්‍රයන් සෙනෙවිරත්නගේ ක්‍රියාකාරකම් විශ්ලේෂණය කිරීමෙනි. මගේ පියා එල්ටීටීඊයේ වෛද්‍ය ක්‍රමයේ ප්‍රධානියා වීමට අපේක්‍ෂා කළ හෙයින් ඔහු ගෝලීය සංවිධානයේ ඉතා ජ්‍යෙෂ් position තනතුරක සිටිය යුතුය යන නිගමනයට මෙය හේතු විය. එබැවින් ඔහුගේ සමීපතම සම්බන්ධතා සියල්ලම සැකයට භාජනය වේ, විශේෂයෙන් ඔහුගේ ලේලියන් සහ hew ාති පුත්‍රයන්, තරුණ තරුණියන් රැඩිකලීකරනය හා බඳවා ගැනීමේ ඔහුගේ ක්‍රියාකාරිත්වය අනුව. මගේ පර්යේෂණයන්ට අනුව බ්‍රයන් සෙනෙවිරත්නගේ iec ාති සහෝදරියන් සහ hew ාති පුත්‍රයන් එල්ටීටීඊයට සහයෝගය දුන් අතර බටහිරයන්ගේ ආරක්ෂාවෙන් යුද්ධයෙන් විශාල මුදලක් උපයා ගත්හ. මෙය නින්දිත හා පිළිකුල් සහගත වන අතර ඔවුන්ගේ ක්‍රියාවන්ට ඔවුන් වගකිව යුතුය. එල්ටීටීඊයේ දේශපාලන උපදේශකයෙකු ලෙස ඔබේ භූමිකාව සහ එල්ටීටීඊ බැංකුකරු ලෙස ඔබේ සහෝදර මනෝගේ භූමිකාව ගැන මා ඔබෙන් විමසීමට කැමතියි. මගේ සහෝදරිය ෂිරීන් 13 හැවිරිදි වියේදී මනෝ විසින් ලිංගික අතවර කිරීම පිළිබඳව ඔබ දන්නා දේ පිළිබඳ ප්‍රශ්න වලට අමතරව. ශාන්ත බ්‍රිජට් කන්‍යාරාම මණ්ඩල පාසලෙන් පිටතට ගෙන යාමෙන් පසු ජාවට් පාරේ නැවතී සිටීම. මෙම අපයෝජනය ගැන මා දැනගත්තේ ඇගේ දිනපොතේ කේතය විකේතනය කිරීමෙන් පසුව, මනෝ ඇගේ යෝනි මාර්ගයේ ඇඟිල්ල තැබීමට උත්සාහ කළ ආකාරය ගැන ඇය ලියා ඇති නමුත් ඇය ඔහුව නතර කළාය. මෙය ශිරීන් ගේ පසුකාලීන මනෝ ව්‍යාධි විද්‍යාවට අදාළ වේ. මටත් ඔබෙන් විමසීමට අවශ්‍යයි ඔබේ අනෙක් සහෝදරයා වන ඉන්ද්‍රා තමා “ඉන්ද්‍රන්” ලෙස හඳුන්වන බව මට පෙනේ තමා වටා ආගමික නිකායක් ගොඩනඟා ගැනීමට උත්සාහ කිරීම – පවුල් සම්ප්‍රදායක්. මට දැන ගැනීමට අවශ්‍යයි ඔහුගේ ගණකාධිකරණ කුසලතා එල්ටීටීඊය විසින් ඉටු කරන ලද කාර්යභාරය කුමක්ද සහ ඔබේ අනෙක් ous ාති සහෝදරියක් වන ශිරානි රත්නේසර් යුද්ධය අවසන් වීමෙන් පසු සිය රැකියාවෙන් ඉවත්වීමෙන් පසු විශාල මුදලක් උපයා ගත්තේ කෙසේද යන්න. මගේ ප්‍රශ්නවලට පිළිතුරු දීමට ඔබට අවශ්‍ය නැති බව මම දනිමි, නමුත් ශ්‍රී ලංකාවේ සාමය, සංහිඳියාව සහ යුක්තිය උදෙසා සත්‍යය දැන ගැනීම අත්‍යවශ්‍ය වේ. ඔබේ ous ාති සහෝදරයෙක් වන රොමේෂ් ආර්ය චක්‍රවර්ති

04/01/2017, 07:14

ඔබ 2017 ජනවාරි 4 දින යැව්වා

අප්පා සහ අම්මාමාගේ විල්ස් කොහෙද?ඔබ 2017 ජනවාරි 4 දින යැව්වාමම ඔබට සහ මගේ අනෙක් ous ාති සහෝදරයින්ට ඔවුන්ගේ වධහිංසා සහ මිනීමැරුම් සහ එල්ටීටීඊය විසින් ත්‍රස්තවාදයට සහ ජන සංහාරයට සහාය දුන් බවට චෝදනා කරමි.

16/10/2017, 19:29

You sent 16 October 2017

Hi Chandran

Seeing as you have not replied my message, I will inform you that I suspect that our grandfather Winslow Alagaratnam was killed in Colombo in 1977.

I want to know the names of the doctors who treated him, what diagnoses were made and which of my cousins were in Colombo at the time.

I also am making a property claim for our grandfather’s Last Will and Testament as well as his bird paintings and other documents. I am also making a land and property claim for the Uduvil house and Appa and Ammamma’s land in Kilinochchi.

Your cousin

Dr Romesh Arya Chakravarti

18/11/2017, 07:24

You sent 18 November 2017

Hi Chandran,

I have been contacted by Maurice Arulasalam, who says that he and his brothers own the Uduvil house and the land in which the school is built.

He says he has documents that prove that his family owned the land, but it appears that his father’s house is not the same house as the one that Daniel Poor Mann built and in which our respective mothers were brought up. I’m sure you realise that I have a legal right, as their descendant, to see Daisy and Winslow Alagaratnam’s wills.

Please post copies of the relevant documents (last will and testament of Winslow Alagaratnam) and other personal documents of our grandfather Winslow Alagaratnam.

As I have said I am also claiming Winslow Alagaratnam’s bird paintings (he taught me to paint birds) and want to know more details about his last illness and death.

Amma told me that my father, Brian Senewiratne, wanted to buy the Uduvil house after the end of the war and that you refused. Our cousin Shirani Ratnesar says the only people who have access to Ammamma’s (Daisy Alagaratnam’s) will are my parents, Kamalini and Brian Senewiratne. Amma say’s she doesn’t know where it is and Brian, like you, refuses to communicate with me.

Can I ask why you want to own the Uduvil house if you don’t intend to return to Sri Lanka?

04:00

You sent Today at 04:00

Hi Chandran

Having reviewed the evidence, I am certain that my father Asoka Brian Senewiratne murdered your father Rajah Mylvaganam.

The murder occurred in Kandy around 1974 at 98/5 Rajapihilla Mawatha, Kandy.

It was done by poisoning.

My father also killed his own mother Nenie Samarakkody around the same time. She was in her sixties.

I have evidence that he has murdered or engineered the murder of many other people.

I have evidence also that Brian Senewiratne orchestrated the murders of:

  1. Bishop Lakshman Wickremasinghe

2. Mayor Alfred Duraiappah

3. Dr. Rajini Thirinagama

4. Vijaya Kumaratunga

5. Our grandfather Winslow Alagaratnam

6. Dr Basil Seneviratne

7. Len Barber

8. Several hundred Tamil people in Colombo in 1983 (“Black July”)

He is a friend of the LTTE boss Adele Balasingham, who married Anton Balasingham in London in 1979 after killing his wife Pearl.

I have some questions to ask you.

  1. What do you know about these murders?

2. What do you know about the International network of the LTTE?

3. What do you know about the use of the Uduvil House owned by our grandmother Daisy Alagaratnam during the war?

4. What has become of our grandfather Winslow Alagaratnam’s bird paintings and last will and testament?

5. Have you seen the Will of our grandmother Daisy Alagaratnam and what do you know about her imprisonment and torture by my parents?

6. What do you know about the $10,000 that my father lent your brother Mano Mylvaganam despite the fact that Mano sexually molested my sister Shireen in 1972 when she was living with the Ratnesar family in Jawatta Road in the house adjacent to your parents’ house?

7. What do you know about the trade in body parts during the war in Sri Lanka?

8. What do you know about the plundering of Tamil people during the war in Sri Lanka?

9. What do you know about the role of Citibank in the war in Sri Lanka?

10. What do you know about the role of your other brother Indraraj (Indran/Indra) in the war in Sri Lanka?

11. What do you know about the role of Chandran and Kamini Richards in the war in Sri Lanka?

12. What do you know about the role of Karunai Jeevaratnam in the war in Sri Lanka?

13. What do you know about the roles of Ranee and Christie Eliezer in the war in Sri Lanka?

14. What do you know about the roles of Chelvarayan and Madhuni Barr-Kumarakulasinghe in the war in Sri Lanka?

15. What do you know about the role of ICI (Imperial Chemical Industries) in the war in Sri Lanka?

16. What do you know about the role of my paternal cousin Kaven Yatawara who worked for IBM in Britain in the war in Sri Lanka.

17. What do you know about the role in the war of Channa Seneviratne (now a Telstra executive and the oldest son of Basil and Erangani Seneviratne)?

Please respond in writing.

Romesh Chakravarti

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Dr. Romesh Senewiratne-Alagaratnam Arya Chakravarti

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Yesterday I went to the Upper Mt Gravatt Police Station, opposite the euphemistically-named ‘Garden City’, to collect $1,200 of new $50 notes that had been ‘seized’ by the Queensland Police on 29 May this year, after they abducted me from outside my house at Fegen Drive and took me to the Princess Alexandra Hospital where I was locked up for a week and poisoned with antipsychotic drugs – though I was obviously not psychotic.

The grim woman at the counter asked me if I had an appointment for the return of the money. I told her that I had been given a report number to quote and that I would be given the money. I had been told it was taken to the Upper Mt Gravatt Station because the Moorooka Station did not have a safe. I also explained that the notes were new $50 notes in close-to mint condition that are worth much more than their face value. I had previously explained this to officers from the Moorooka Station.

The lady asked me for identification and I gave her my driver’s license. I was asked to wait while she spoke on the phone and then went to another room. When she returned, she told me that the money had been banked with the rest of Queensland Government revenue and that I will need to wait for two months for the station to give me a cheque for the money. She said that the matter of return of the actual notes required me to “take up the matter” with Sergeant Lee Slatter, whom I had heard her mentioning on the phone. She offered to send Slatter an email to contact me. I said it was not Slatter who took the money but a Sergeant Bernie Quinlan. She said she’s send Quinlan an email to contact me, too.

I had noticed that some of my money was missing when I was allowed home by Nakul Parashar, the Indian psychiatrist who had been put in charge of me. Parashar, who I had never met before, said he had discussed me with Anup Joseph, who is also Indian, as is Manaan Kar Ray who took over as Director of Psychiatry in 2016 from Balaji Motamarri (who is also Indian). I discussed my father with Motamarri over the phone (you can see it on YouTube) and also with Anup Joseph, the previous psychiatrist Tarun Sehgal (also Indian) and Nakul Parashar (who would not tell me his first name or where he qualified).

Joseph said my claim that my father supported the Tamil Tigers was “far-fetched” and that he was increasing the dose of the abusive injection I was being subjected to. This injection made the sialorrhoea (hypersalivation) and slurred speech that I had developed from the years of dopamine-blocker injections much worse. Saliva was falling from my mouth constantly, staining all my clothes. People couldn’t understand what I was saying over the phone. The injections also sterilised me and I started developing a peripheral neuropathy with numbness in my toes.

I had already told this to Joseph, who graduated in Manipal in 2003 and came to Australia through the “regional doctors program” by taking a job at the infamous Bundaberg Hospital (that previously employed the notorious Dr Patel dubbed “Dr Death” by the Australian media). Terun Sehgal graduated from the MGR University, established by the film director and Tamil Nadu politician MG Ramachandran. According the Tamil Tiger arms procurer Kumaran Pathmanathan (KP) “MGR” as he was called was a key financier of the Tamil Tigers.

The day after I was locked up Nakul Parashar told me he had discussed me with Anup Joseph and they wanted to “restart the injections”. The injections had been stopped several months before this after the case manager Raghavan Raman refused to give me any more injections after observing the deterioration in my health.While I was locked up in hospital I was given tablets of an “antipsychotic” drug by the name of aripiprazole. The nurses had orders to inject me if i refused, so I swallowed the tablets. The drooling became worse. I complained about it to the nurses. One of them offered me a bib. The charge nurse accused me of faking it and drooling on purpose. I was furious, but knew not to show it.

I was told that I would not be discharged until I had an injection of depot aripiprazole. I agreed to accept the injection, though I told them it would make the drooling worse and asked them to give me a small dose. This request was ignored and I was injected with 400 mg of the drug and then told I could leave.

A couple of days after I was allowed home I was visited by two police officers, an obese middle-aged man with a young woman. I recognised his accent as English, which he confirmed. He told me his name was Sergeant Slatter from the South Brisbane station and that he had come to question me about some “cannabis” that had been found by the police in my house. I asked him about the missing money and he confirmed that about $!,000 had been taken for “safekeeping” by Constable Anthony Gallagher, who was the “arresting officer” on 29 May. He asked if I had not been given a receipt for it (as is required by law). I said I had not. I also told him I was happy to talk to them and asked them to verify that what had been seized by the police were molasses of hemp drained of THC and poisoned with arsenic. The policewoman asked “you mean it was tampered with?” I said they have been poisoning Black people in Australia with arsenic for a long time.

I also tried to tell them about corruption at the PA Hospital. I began by saying how the registrar Sagir Parkar had told me that “we all know that pharmaceutical corruption is rampant” back in 2013. Parkar, who is also Indian was brought to my house several times by the case manager Nigel Lewin.

Sgt Slatter stopped me. “This is way above my pay grade” he said.

He then told me he could not take a statement from me because I was “affected” by the injection but was issuing me with an order to go to the Upper Mount Gravatt station to be fingerprinted and an order to appear in the Roma Street Magistrate’s Court in the Brisbane City to answer a charge of “possession of dangerous drugs”. He said I could ask about the seized money when I went to the station to be fingerprinted. I said the police already have my fingerprints (and handprints) but he said it had to be done again. I then asked why it could not be done at the local Moorooka Station and he said they did not have the necessary equipment.

I did not attend court or go to the Mt Gravatt station to be fingerprinted. Shortly after I was supposed to be in court I was visited and arrested by Sergeant Michael Walters and a junior officer from Moorooka station for failure to appear in court and taken to the City Watchhouse. My clothes were dirty and stained. Dirty because I was gardening when the police arrived and stained because of the saliva that was falling from my mouth. I asked who had ordered the arrest and they said the Officer in Charge was Senior Sergeant Tony Collins.

I was told by the rude police woman it the watch house that I was being given “another chance” to appear in court and got me to sign documents agreeing to it. She said she didn’t want to hear any of my “excuses” for not attending court. She said, though that if I pleaded not guilty I would need to “come back to court”. I had to pay $30.00 to get home in a taxi.

Before I hailed the taxi I went to the Magistrate’s Court to ask how I could present my defence online using Skype. The officer I asked conferred with a colleague and told me I had to request it in an email to the “JAG”. He told me this is the “Justice and Attorney-General’s Department”.When I got home I investigated the JAG and Sergeants Collins and Quinlan online. I had been told by Constable Anthony Gallagher who had come to my house some days earlier that the officer who took the money for “safekeeping” was a Sergeant Bernie Quinlan, the boss of the “Vulnerable Persons and Domestic Violence Unit” who had been called to assist Mel Rodgers and Gallagher when I refused to go with them to the PA Hospital on the 29th of May. I said I did not give them permission to enter my house and that they were obliged to tell me about taking the money and give me a receipt for it.

I found a photo online of the boss of the Moorooka station, Senior Sergeant Anthony Collins posing while cutting a cake to celebrate 100 years of the Moorooka Police Station of which he has been the Officer in Charge since 2013. There were also photos of him posing, at the same event, with the politicians Graham Perrett and Steve Griffiths. Griffiths, my local councillor is the son of Colin Griffiths who works in his son’s office and advised my neighbour Miller to keep a “diary” of my actions in 2015 and contacted the police for Miller at this time (Miller has written in his handwritten “diary” on 28.8.2015 – “Col called Police on my behalf, $12-30 approx.). This was prior to my being locked up, chemically tortured and robbed on 22 September 2015 (my 55th birthday) after another series of false and malicious reports by both Miller and my father, Brian Senewiratne.

I had been told, back in 2014, that his boss was Tony Collins by an officer by the name of Darren Boersma, when he abducted me from my lounge room at 9.00 pm at night, breaking my front door when I would not let him, handcuffing me and taking me to the PA Hospital. He did not secure the glass door panel he had broken and some of my valuables were stolen while I was locked up.

I then checked out Bernie Quinlan who had arrived in a second police car with an obese middle-aged Englishman who said he was “mental health worker” on 29 May (I don’t remember his name, but I didn’t like him or his actions which were to approve that I be taken forcibly to the ‘hospital’). There was a photo of Quinlan posing with the ex-police prosecutor Atul Bhagwan, whose online biography indicates was a Major in the Indian Army before he came to Australia, became a lawyer and promoted to the position of Chief Police Prosecutor. He held this position for about 10 years and is now offering his private legal services. The photo with Quinlan was taken at a fund-raising event for a “safe house” for South Asian women, misleadingly called “Sahara”.

I also contacted the Justice and Attorney-General’s department by phone and sent the Director of JAG, David Mackie, a connection request on LinkedIn. I was pleasantly surprised when he accepted the request. When I rang the JAG I was told I was put through, after a delay, to a man with an Indian accent who told me that I needed to contact the court but that they would only allow the case to be transferred to the (closer and more accessible) Holland Park Magistrate’s Court if I pleaded guilty. I asked Constable Gallagher about this. “I don’t think that’s right”, he said.

I then sent a submission to the Roma Street Magistrates Court asking that the charges be dropped or transferred to the Holland Park Magistrates Court. I also asked to present my case by videoconferencing. The latter request was ignored and I received a letter the next week saying the case had been adjourned till 9 December at the Holland Park Magistrate’s Court.I have been robbed several times after being taken to the PA Hospital by the Moorooka Police, including in 2015, 2016 and 2017. The thefts have included my valuable coin collection, stamp collection, musical equipment, recording equipment, cameras, computers and memory sticks. I reported these robberies to the police several times.

I gathered from what I was told by the PA Hospital, that my next-door neighbour Jeff Miller had claimed that I was “pacing up and down the street”. I wasn’t. I was checking the flow of water from my property into the storm water drain in Whittle Street, behind my house. You can see this from my YouTube channel.Two officers arrived in a car that pulled up in front of Miller’s house. Both were wearing sunglasses and armed with guns and tasers. I knew the first police officer who approached me by name. Her name is Melissa Rodgers, but calls herself ‘Mel’. She calls me “Dr Romesh’ and she has abducted me from my home several times since 2013, when she did it the first time. This was following false reports about me from the same source – my next door neighbour Jeffrey Mitchell Miller, who lives at 74 Fegen Drive.

Miller has been my neighbour since Sara and I moved into number 76 on 16 October 2008. I remember the date because it was Sara’s birthday. I extended my hand in friendship towards him and his family when we first moved in, inviting them for dinner and to our daughter Zoe’s first birthday party. When we first moved here there was only a wire mesh half-height fence between our properties enabling Miller and I to observe each other and talk to each other when we were in our “back yards” as they call what the British call “back gardens”. My back garden has many trees and I tried growing vegetables in a small “veggie patch” I made under the shade of a Flamboyant (Royal Poinciana) Tree. I watered the plants laboriously with a watering can. Miller used to laugh at me, but I took it with good humour.

I was locked up at the PA ‘Hospital’ for 5 days soon after Zoe was born on 30 August 2009. It broke my heart.This cruel imprisonment did not involve Miller, as far as I know. It was because of a false report by a man by the name of Pawel (“Paul”) Obrocki, whom I had met in 2006 when I was camping alone in the Border Ranges National Park. I had been introduced to this national park in northern New South Wales as a place to catch butterflies by a fellow medical student back in 1978 when it was still a logging forest called “Wiangaree State Forest”. At the time it was difficult to access the forest from Queensland and one had to circuit Wullubin and travel up Lion’s Road to get there. Wullubin or Wooloobin is the rocky core of a giant shield volcano (the Tweed Volcano). The so-called “Scenic Rim’ in southern Queensland and northern New South Wales, with their lush forests and waterfalls are the rim of this huge volcano that Captain Cook named “Mount Warning”.

I heard Obrocki before I met him. He has a loud voice and was saying to someone with a quiet voice that he would “kill for a coffee”. I didn’t take it literally and offered them some of mine. I found that his accent, which I had thought might be Swiss, was actually Polish and his companion, a young woman called Astrid was a tourist from France. I was surprised by her ambition, which was to become a butcher.

When we shared coffee and a few joints Obrocki told me he was a “green architect”. He also told me he and his partner, who was in Brisbane, did not watch TV. He asked me to write a limerick for him (after explaining what it was) and to give him my phone number. I obliged. He also asked me if I thought it was possible to remove a full-grown tree from a forest. He said the reason he was asking was that he had found a hole in the ground that looked like a giant tree had been removed and that he and Astrid had slept in this hole.

I later found that it was not true that he was an architect, let alone a “green architect”. He repeatedly told me, “never let truth get in the way of a good story”. This is the motto of a liar. The truth, which I gathered when I was living for a year in his garage, was that he had been unable to complete his written thesis for his architecture degree which was supposed to be on “healthy houses”. This was despite the help of his partner Gosia Osielska, who was and is far more literate. Gosia is an overweight physiotherapist, and Pawel’s qualification is as an “occupational therapist”. He was not qualified as a builder or an architect, but had been doing house “modifications” when he was working for what was then called the “Spastic Society”.

When I lived with them I discovered that Obrocki abused alcohol and was an aggressive drunk who picked arguments with people after he’d been drinking. He was also violent towards his young sons. From under their bedrooms I would hear him shouting, a thump or two, followed by the sound of them crying. I was very upset by this and tried discussing it with Gosia. Her response shocked me, “I don’t have to use the belt anymore, all I have to do is threaten to get it”. Shortly after I met him in the forest Obrocki invited me to their home at 33 Arras Street, Yeronga for dinner. I met Gosia and his two sons and enjoyed the evening. Obrocki uses flattery to achieve his ends and told me he wanted me to be his “mentor” and offered me a job to do a “mosaic” in tiles at a house he was renovating in Inala. He said that he needed my “artistic skills” and was insistent that it did not matter that I had never done it before. I was desperately in need of money after escaping from torture in Melbourne penniless so I accepted.

Over the years I worked out Obrocki’s modus operandi. This was to seduce older women and convince them to register as “owner builders” while he did the building on the cheap using his dodgy Polish mates. This is said in the Australian vernacular.The first of these women that I met was the owner of the house that I was commissioned to do a “mosaic” for while Obrocki did the design and all the building single-handedly except for the electrical connections, which were done by a Polish man who was morbidly fearful of magnetic fields by the name of Marek. (I met him later when he asked me to look at his psychiatric records and documents while I was living in Obrocki’s garage in 2008). I noticed, with disapproval, that Obrocki was giving this lady “relationship advice” regarding her husband with whom she was having marital difficulties and also was flirting with her, saying how much he liked older women. I tried discussing it with him, but he defended his actions. Later I met another middle-aged woman whom Obrocki had built a plywood attachment for. In my presence he told her how attractive she was and how he was attracted to older women. She, too, had been convinced to register as an “owner-builder” for Obrocki to do the building.

Immediately after we moved into this house (from Obrocki’s garage, where Sara had joined me from Melbourne) Pawel tried to convince Sara and I to employ him to build an attachment to the house. Sara was in agreement and offered him $60,000 to built it. The condition was that she become part owner of the house with her name on the title deeds.

Sara’s brother Guido (“Andrew”) was getting married for the second time, this time to a girl called May from Cambodia. I was told that her family owned a bicycle shop but that’s all. Sara and her mother Rosario (“Charo”) attended the wedding. Before she left for Cambodia Sara rang me from Melbourne and told me she was pregnant. I was overjoyed. That night I recorded “Groove for Our New Baby”. It shows how happy I was.

I was very attentive to Sara’s needs while she was pregnant with awareness of the auditory environment of the baby inside her. We did not argue even once and I complied with her wishes most of the time. She was interested in “hypnobirthing” and I helped her make a personal hypnosis CD. I also recorded a couple of CDs of “birthing music” consisting of her favourite music and tried to learn basic shiatsu pressure points. She used to watch a DVD on “yoga for pregnancy” that Obrocki gave her. However, I refused her request for me to do a home delivery. Consequently, Zoe was born in the Mater Hospital.

I brought Sara home from the hospital the day after Zoe was born. Sara has described it subsequently as an ecstatic experience, but I found it stressful because of how the doctors and nurses at the hospital reacted to the fact that Zoe was born with “intact membranes” (the amniotic sac had not ruptured). The nurses panicked as said Sara might need a Caesarean Section. They called the obstetric registrar who was fortunately sensible and just ruptured the membranes and reassured us, though she said the baby needed to be monitored with a CTG.

As it turned out Sara wanted to give birth standing up. She refused all pain killers and held onto me while she gave birth. It was she who wanted to call our daughter Zoe Raven Jade Senewiratne-Di Genova. I had some reservations about the name but I agreed to it. She said she wanted to call her “Raven” because of the black birds in our skies. I later found out that they are crows, not ravens. I also found out that Jade is the middle name of my sister Shireen’s daughter Talita. My main objection to the name Zoe is that there is no Z in Singhala or Tamil, so my Singhalese and Tamil brethren would have difficulty saying it.

Anyway, after I had brought Sara and Zoe from the hospital. my mother Kamalini rang me up to tell me that she and my father were planning on coming around to see our new baby. That evening they came around, and stayed a short while. The next day my mother rang and asked me to speak to my father and she handed him the phone. I decided to try and have a frank and honest conversation with him. I was very angry after the way he had treated both Sara and me as well as his propaganda activities in support of the LTTE (Tamil Tigers). I told him for the first time that it was I who had reported him to the Federal Police for his support of the Tamil Tigers and not a cousin of his in Sri Lanka, as he had supposed. Needless to say, he was furious.

The next day my mother came around and told me that my father had “abused” her badly and was crying about his plight, fearing that he may go to jail. He had told her that his friends in Melbourne and Sydney were being “rounded up”. She said “he thinks you’re ill and wanted to know if you would go in voluntarily for an injection.”

I rang Gosia the following morning. I had not told Sara or anyone else about reporting my father on the National Security Hotline in May 2009 or the information and interview I had given the Federal Police (while Sara was out of this house). This was in the final stages of the war against the Tamil Tigers, after I had seen footage on TV of the LTTE shooting people who were trying to leave them and cross to the government side. I tried telling my mother this but she wouldn’t believe it and accused me of being “brainwashed by Rajapaksa”.

I had also carefully watched the “13 DVDs” that my father had been boasting about to the expatriate Tamil community as a “major contribution” that had been “hailed as God’s gift to mankind”. I provided the 13 DVDs to the counter-terrorism investigator who came to my house and asked me to give her and her (middle aged male) colleague a recorded interview. She said her name was “Nicole East” but I noted that the card she gave me had an email address of “n.scott”. Some weeks after the end of the war the DVDs were returned to me. A couple of years ago I was informed that the Federal Police had completed an investigation into claims that my father had supported the LTTE in July 2009 and found that they were false.

Returning to my story, when I rang Gosia I asked her to come around so that I could talk to her without Pawel. I trusted her judgement and advice while I did not trust Obrockis. I told her I wanted to discuss my father with her. I had discussed him with her many times before, though they had never met. I then walked down to the shops on Beaudesert Road to buy some milk and a newspaper.

When I returned I was surprised to find both Pawel’s and Gosia’s cars parked outside. Pawel was in the street talking on a mobile phone and Gosia was standing in the front garden with her mother Anya. I told Gosia I wanted to speak to her alone and walked past her, opening the front door. To my surprise there was a man hiding behind the door. He was Pawel’s Colombian mate Carlos Martinez, who I had met many times at Arras Street. Obrocki had told me how he, Carlos and Ziggy (who was Yugoslavian) were the “bad boys of architecture”. The three of them had used and, by the sound of it, abused a young New Guinean architecture student by the name of Carl when they were required to do a group architecture project at the University of Queensland. Carl’s had designed what was called a “Wind House”. It is a traditional New Guinean design. Obrocki used this design as well as Carl’s labour to build what he called “The Shack” on a 50-acre block of land that his mother Dana owned in Mount Tambourine.

He then fleeced his wealthy mother out of $200,000 for “designing” a house that he promised to build on the land. Obrocki did not have the first idea how to build a whole house, and despite many years and excuses the house never got built. He got his mother, who is morbidly obese, to plant an avenue of trees leading up to the site of the promised house but they and the road were washed away by the next heavy rain. As well as this, he had done renovations and built a new bathroom in the house at 33 Arras Street, but they could not use the shower for more than a year because water was dripping into the room below, which he had rented out to his friend Marchek (who was living next to me while I was in the garage).

Carlos was a captain in the Colombian army before he escaped justice, fled to Australia and studied architecture. He told me his version of the story at some length when I was living in Obrocki’s garage. I had met him and his partner many times by then. Carlos told me he escaped Colombia to avoid being arrested for supplying weapons to ‘right wing militias’ who were fighting against the “FARC rebels”. I asked him if the accusation was true. “Everyone was doing it”, was his self-serving response.

I was furious when I found Carlos hiding behind the door and ordered him out of the house. Then I went into the bedroom to see that Zoe and Sara were OK. I picked up Zoe gently, carried her to the garden and sat down with her in my arms. I told Obrocki and Osielska to leave. I did not raise my voice. Then the police arrived. Zoe was still asleep in my arms.

I later found out, by reading the PA Hospital reports, that Obrocki had told the police that I had “barricaded’ myself in my house with my newborn baby and that I had “a history” of “barricading” myself “in houses with children”. When I questioned him over the phone about this some years ago he admitted he had said I had such a history, but he wouldn’t divulge the source of the lie. He maintained that I was “running around shouting” with my baby in my arms and he had decided to “put the child’s health ahead of our friendship”. I also asked him why he had brought Carlos and he said that he needed “moral support” because he had “limited experience in dealing with people who are crazy”. When I rang Carlos Martinez about it he denied ever coming to my house.

As I have said, when the police arrived I had not barricaded myself anywhere. I was seated in the garden with our baby in my arms. They asked me to give Zoe to Sara, who had hobbled out of the house. I did so. Then they grabbed me, handcuffed me, and took me to the PA Hospital. While in the police car I told them about Pawel Obrocki and Gosia Osielska. The hospital has recorded that I had persecutory delusions about Ozzie Osborne!

I was then deprived of experiencing Zoe’s first days, and forced to take antipsychotic drugs by the psychiatrist Daniel Varghese. Varghese is the son of the psychiatrist Frank Varghese whose real name is Thomas. I was told this by Daniel’s uncle (and Frank’s younger brother) Paul, who was in my batch and a good friend of mine when we studied medicine. Paul has been the Director of Geriatrics at the PA Hospital for many years. Frank used to be the Director of Psychiatry when my father was working on the medical wards and my sister training as a surgeon. He replaced Brett Emmerson who first got me locked up back in 1995, again on the instigation of my father. Brett’s father Bryan Emmerson was the professor who offered my father a job at the hospital back in 1975 and it was Brett who met us at the airport when we first arrived from Sri Lanka in January 1975. In 1995, when my father brought Brett to his house to certify me (after I had escaped from the Royal Park Hospital in Victoria) Brett was the director of Logan Hospital after a brief tenure as Chief Psychiatrist of Queensland. He is now the Director of Psychiatry at Metro North (which includes the Royal Brisbane Hospital and Prince Charles Hospital).

While I was locked up under Daniel Varghese my father flew to Melbourne to seek legal advice. I don’t know what this advice was or from whom. Varghese himself claimed that he was not an “investigator” and could not confirm or refute what I said about my father, but nevertheless denied me my freedom and claimed that I was “psychotic”. He also prescribed oral antipsychotic drugs which I agreed to take, since the alternative he presented me with was a depot injection. I was allowed to leave the hospital after five days, but he illegally put me on an “Involuntary Treatment Order” and got his registrar to contest my appeal for release at the Mental Health Review Board. Over the next few years he did this several times.

I have copies of about 10 MHRT reports dating back to 2009. I also have the Statement of Reasons provided by the tribunal justifying their decision on 15 December 2009 to confirm the ITO Varghese had illegally put me on. He did not attend the hearing himself but sent his registrar, an English doctor by the name of Steven Bower (who was older than Varghese himself) and a fat occupational therapist by the name of Jenny Pike who had been appointed my “case manager”. I did not like Pike but I quite liked Steven Bower. Bower told me that he would have been angry too if he had been subjected to what had been written about me, and defended the theory that AIDS was man-made as legitimate (Varghese had initially classed it as a delusion as had the psychiatrists in Melbourne).

I did not take the tablets, but I attended the appointments I was given to see Steven Bower. However I refused to see Jenny Pike the appointed ‘case manager’. Despite this, Steven Bower took me off the ITO after a few visits. He told the tribunal that this was because I was “cooperating with the treatment team and accepting treatment” and that he thought I could be “managed in a less restrictive environment”.

“However”, the report continues, “it didn’t take him long to stop his cooperation. He did continue to see Dr Bower but refused to see his case manager and was selective about who else he would see, such as which consulting psychiatrist”. I had objected to being diagnosed and treated by Varghese who was many years my junior and whose family I had known for many years. The report of Dr Bower’s testimony continues, “He only saw Dr Bower two or three times after the Involuntary Treatment Order was revoked and then stopped. He also ceased his prescribed medication. His mother contacted the mental health services with concerns about Dr Senewiratne’s behaviour and as a result a new Involuntary Treatment Order dated 25 October 2009 was instituted and he was admitted to the acute observation area (AOA) of the Princess Alexandra Hospital mental health ward”

To be continued….

Biological Warfare and Rabies

In 1973, when I was 13 years old, my father Dr Brian Senewiratne unexpectedly came home from the Kandy Hospital (in Sri Lanka) and told me to get into the car. He said he had something to show me.I thought he was taking me to “The Lab” as it was called, but instead he took me to a small dark room containing a single man who was lying on a bed. My father said to my horror, “This man is dying of rabies”. He then pointed to the air-conditioner on the wall. “We have heard that rabies can be transmitted through air-conditioners” so we are going to have to stop our research”.” I remember the event because I was terrified. I had been previously told that rabies is the most deadly virus known to man.I was familiar with the fact that my father had been injecting rabies into white rabbits that his cousin Terence Senewiratne was breeding at the Peradeniya University. I did not know why or the fact that rabbits were being used to “harvest” the rabies virus. I also did not know anything about biological warfare, though a year later my cousins in Colombo told me about what were called “cold weapons” and that these had proliferated during the ‘Cold War’.I discussed his rabies research and experiments with my father over the phone in 2001 and again in 2011 and 2017. His account has significantly changed, though he did not deny taking me to the hospital to see the dying man. He defended his actions and so did my mother, who suggested that maybe it was something I wanted to do.In 2001 my father told me that he had performed an experimental procedure on 6 people with rabies, all of whom had died. The experiment was to insert a lumbar puncture needle and siphon off the cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) replacing it with “saline with some added protein”. The scientific rationale was to “reduce the viral load”.I asked what he did with the infectious cerebrospinal fluid. He said, back in 2001, that they “irradiated it and dumped it somewhere in Kandy”. He said this involved on of his friends in the radiology department. I expressed concern that irradiating a virus could lead it to mutate.When I asked him about this in 2011 he claimed that rather than irradiating the CSF he had “put it in formalin and disposed of it”. He also said that he had only done the procedure on one patient. He also denied that they were infecting rabbits with rabies.

Anup Joseph’s Crazy Opinion

The PA Hospital psychiatrist Anup Joseph accused me of “living in a shell” and told me he hoped that increasing the dose of the abusive paliperidone injections the hospital has me on would help me “think and see more clearly”.

This short-sighted man does not think and see clearly himself. I showed him one of my folders of original theoretical work on music and the brain and turned the pages for him.

He looked at it through his glasses before saying “I don’t think I would understand most of this” and that he is “not a music person”. He was kind to himself – it means that he does not appreciate music.

I looked up “living in a shell” on Google, having never heard the phrase before. It came up with “being in ones shell”, meaning shy. It gives the example, “Jim is extremely shy. If you try to get him to talk he immediately goes into his shell.”

I am sociable and a good conversationalist with a broad range of interests. I have just reached 12,500 connections on LinkedIn. Anup Joseph is not even on LinkedIn. I have uploaded over 200 videos to my YouTube site including my music and work on holistic health promotion. Anup Joseph is not on YouTube or even on Facebook.

I was only able to find one publication credited to Anup Joseph. This was a paper co-written with other Indian psychiatrists when he was working at Manipal in India where he graduated in 2003. This paper was a study of weight gain on the Eli Lilly ‘antipsychotic’ drug Zyprexa (olanzapine) and involved giving psychiatric patients CT scans to measure their intra-abdominal fat deposits. It is common knowledge that Zyprexa causes unhealthy weight gain and obesity as well as diabetes. I told him this and that exposing patients to CT scans would increase their risk of cancer. He defended his bad science saying it was up to the ethics committee and that they were the first to demonstrate weight gain from Zyprexa in South Asia.

I tried to speak to Anup Joseph and his boss Manaan Kar Ray on the phone but they refused. Anup Joseph lost his temper when I wouldn’t tell him how I got his number. He has poor temper control in addition to being criminally negligent and egregiously corrupt.

HUB Forensics Case Against Dr Manaan (Mannan) Kar Ray

Crooked Chemists

I have been investigating Terry White Chemists and ChemPro, with reference to the corrupt PA (Princess Alexandra Hospital).

Terry White is a chemist and businessman who established a drug store (as the Americans call them) in the ‘Buranda Centro’, a shopping centre including a Woolworths supermarket and a Target store directly accross the road (Ipswich Road) from the PA Hospital. In a clear conflict of interest Terry White was, for many years, the Chairman of the Board of Directors of the PA Hospital and later of Metro South Hospital and Health Service (MSHHS) that includes the PA Hospital as well as the QEII (Queen Elizabeth the Second), Beaudesert and Logan hospitals. This is part of the Masonic network that controls the public and private medical systems in Queensland.

I have several empty boxes that contained Paliperidone injections brought to my house and office by staff of the Metro South Hospital and Health Service (MSHHS). The boxes have labels on them indicating that the full price is $330.00 for the pre-filled injection, which is made in Belgium by the drug company Janssen-Cilag, which is now owned by the American Johnson and Johnson. The needle itself is manufactured in Poland.

Paliperidone, marketed as ‘Invega Sustenna’ is available in one and three monthly injections for the treatment of ‘schizophrenia’. The labels, since 2015, have the names of several different doctors (surnames only) – Dr Schneider, Dr Benson, Dr Parkar, Dr Watt, Dr Taylor but all have the same pharmacist names – Saniel Chand and Jason Tavakol, I decided to check these chemists out and have, I think, uncovered a major scam and evidence of corruption at the highest levels of hospital management as well as the ChemPro and Terry White Chemists.

The Buranda drug store was established as one of several Terry White chemists when the Buranda Centro opened in the 1980s. White has since expanded his franchise to over 200 stores. He was replaced a few years ago as the Chairman of the Board of Metro South by Janine Walker. He also went into politics for a while, running for office with the Queensland Liberal National Party (LNP). There is a clip of him on the Metro South YouTube site from when he still headed the Board. It has had very few views, as is the case with the clips of Janine Walker.

I rang the Buranda ChemPro store last week and asked to speak to Saniel Chand. I was told that he didn’t come in every day, but I could speak to the ‘manager’ Anthony Tang, if I rang back after 9.30 am. I did so and was told by Tang that he is one of three partners in the venture and that they had ‘rebranded’ the store as ‘Chempro’ in 2015. The three partners were, he said, Saniel Chand, Jason Tavakol and himself, but that Chand rarely visited the store and Tavakol never did. It turned out that Chand is based at another drug store called the ‘Kruger Pharmacy’ in another suburb (Redbank) and Tavakol is based at a Terry White chemist store in Wynnum.

I asked why it was that Tang’s name is not on the labels if he is the only one of the three who worked in the Buranda ChemPro. He said there were many reasons, but wouldn’t go into it.

When I researched ChemPro, Chand and Tavakol on the Net I found that Chand was awarded a “multicultural” business award by the corrupt Brisbane Mayor Graham Quirk and that he had migrated to Australia with his rich Indian-Fijian family in 1998. He credited his success to the influence of his grandfathers, one of whom was boss of a sugar cane plantation and the other the boss of a taxi company in Fiji. He was able to buy his first chemist shop when he was only 25, just after graduating in pharmacy from Brisbane’s Griffith University. His Linkedin page mentions the award he got from Quirk and also an alumnus award he got from Griffith. He now owns several stores – the ChemPro YouTube site claims ChemPro owns 80 stores.

I also found that Jason Tavakol was caught selling large quantities of pseudoephedrine (Sudafed) to amphetamine manufacturers in Wynnum. He was reprimanded by the Pharmacy Board and had his license suspended for a month, but the matter was not referred to the police, as it should have been.

Judging by their YouTube and Facebook pages ChemPro and Terry White are making a killing by selling more than drugs under the Pharmaceutical Benefits Schedule (PBS) which they are rorting with the assistance of staff from the PA Hospital and its outpatient clinic at the Woolloongabba Community Health Centre (WCHC). They also sell a range of vitamin and herbal treatments, beauty products and cosmetics, dental products, appliances to measure blood pressure and glucose, and more. They also claim to provide professional advice about health – but it is all about selling their products. Psychological and lifestyle factors in the development of illness and recovery from it are not acknowledged.

They also sell treatments for obesity, one of the common side-effects of Paliperidone and other ‘antipsychotic’ drugs. These drugs block the essential neurotransmitter dopamine and cause a range of adverse effects including obesity, diabetes and other metabolic problems, as well as damage to the nervous system that can be permanent. I raised this matter with Anthony Tang when I spoke to him, but he said they just dispense the drugs that the doctors order and don’t question them. They should. They should also refuse to prescribe the drugs if they are not clinically indicated. But they are not about to bite the hand that feeds them.

Brian Senewiratne, the LTTE (Tamil Tigers) and Dr Panchacharam’s Book

On 15 May 2018 my father, Brian Senewiratne, was awarded the second ever “Nelson Mandela Memorial Award” by the leadership of the bogus Transnational ‘Government’ of Tamil Eelam (TGTE). The TGTE is a front for the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam (LTTE), better known as the Tamil Tiger terrorist organization.
The award is the brainchild of Visuvanathan Rudrakumaran who assumes the title of “Prime Minister” of the TGTE and was previously one of the USA-based lawyers for the LTTE. The other was Karen Parker, an American woman who calls herself a “humanitarian lawyer” but acted as the legal adviser to the terrorist organization since the 1980s. Brian Senewiratne has described both Karen Parker and Visuvanathan Rudrakumaran as “close friends”.
Two years ago Rudrakumaran awarded his friend Brian with a “Lifetime Acievement Award” for which he travelled to the USA. He was awarded a plaque signed by Rudrakumaran praising him for his “life-long commitment and invaluable and dedicated contribution rendered to the Eelam Tamil Nation in educating the Sinhala Nation and the international community – in furthering the cause of human rights, human dignity, gender justice and of the liberation of Tamil Eelam”. In return Brian Senewiratne “awarded” Usha Sriskandarajah, who presented the TGTE award back, with a copy of Winston Panchacharam’s book, titled “Genocide in Sri Lanka”. He told Sriskandarajah that it was one of only three copies of the book in existence.
Last year Rudrakumaran thought of making the most of President Mandela’s name, fame and reputation and awarded the inaugural “Nelson Mandela Memorial Award” to the South African Tamil lawyer Yasmin Sooka. Sooka had criticised the Sri Lankan government of war crimes and crimes against humanity in the so-called Darusman Report, of which she was one of three authors. Later she wrote a report from her own organzation detailing reports of torture and sexual violations by Sri Lankan Tamil asylum seekers in Britain, who had been captured during and after the war. She admits in the report that these reports may have been compromised by desire to prove persecution in support of their asylum claims. This is the source of the information about alleged rape and sexual violence in Sri Lanka that Brian Senewiratne has repeated, misrepresented and further exaggerated in a self-published propaganda book that he took with him to Canada. He claimed, for example that the reports were from Tamils who had returned to the island and then been tortured and sexually abused, which he knows to be false. The book quotes Yasmin Sooka’s report selecting the most disturbing details, and twisting what she has written to allege that there is an “epidemic of rape by the armed forces” in northern Sri Lanka. Last weekend, in his “acceptance speech” he promoted what he called the “second edition” of his book shouting to the Tamil Canadian audience that while they were sitting down to dinner Tamil girls are being raped in Kilinochchi (the LTTE’s previous “capital”, a small town in the north of Sri Lanka). He claimed that it was for these raped women that he had “produced” the book.
He printed a few copies of this book after failing to find even an unreputable publisher for it. The “first edition”, 130 pages long, was self-published in 2014. Since then he has had it reprinted with minor variations, including changes in the title and cover. He gets them printed by his local printer Bosco Ng in small runs of 5-10 books. After he received his “award” from his friend and biggest fan, Usha Sriskandarajah, Brian Senewiratne used his “acceptance speech” to promote his “12 DVDs” to the obvious dismay of the frowning MC, who had asked the awardees to be brief in their speeches since they were running late and it was already past 9.30 pm. He said that the DVDs were free and invited the audience to contact him in the “next day or two” and tell him if they want “1,2,3,4,5 or the whole ruddy lot”. He stressed that he was not trying to make a “fast buck”, and the videos were free (previously he complained that he wasn’t being paid enough for them and that the Tamils were “the stingiest race on earth”). He then brandished his book (which he has been flogging with updated versions since 2014) alleging an epidemic of rape by the armed forces and urging that the United Nations invoke the R2P provisions and send troops to Sri Lanka to stop “ongoing genocide of the Tamils of the North and East”.
Brian Senewiratne makes things up, always to glorify himself. He is an egotist. In his acceptance speech he claimed to have met Mandela (he actually met Desmond Tutu in 2008, in a lobbying trip arranged by the LTTE that also took him to Canada). In the speech he claims, falsely, that he met Mandela himself and that the South African legend had arranged for him to go to Robben Island to see the conditions he was kept for 25 years in. This is a blatant lie as is his claim that he told Mandela “The thing that is remarkable about you is that you are not bitter” to which Mandela replied “If I was bitter I wouldn’t be Nelson Mandela”.
Brian Senewiratne is a very bitter man. He is bitter about many things, but especially so about the Sri Lankan Armed Forces and their political leadership for defeating “his side” is the war in Sri Lanka. His side was his own personal aggrandisement and money for the poisonous propaganda he produced from his home in Brisbane, Australia. This propaganda demonised his own race, the Singhalese and the Buddhist clergy in particular as well as the Sri Lankan political and military leadership. Brian Senewiratne calls himself a “Christian” but never reads the bible or go to church. He claims that he prays while he’s in the toilet and closed the door, quoting a passage from the Bible to justify this bizarre practice (to pray in ones “closet” rather than make a show of public prayer).
The cardinal principles of Christianity include humility, sincerity, truth, charity, kindness and forgiveness, but my father is an insincere liar who has held grudges all his life. He is cruel, spiteful and malicious towards those that he doesn’t like and he dislikes anyone who opposes him. Jesus of Nazareth had harsh words for hypocrites, and my father is a glaringly hypocritical individual. He shouts about “human rights” in public but violates them at home and in secret. He is also an egotist who is ruthlessly manipulative and Machiavellian.
This short documentary is about my father’s relationship with the truth and the mystery of Winston Panchacaram’s book, titled “Genocide in Sri Lanka” and published by Panchacharam and unknown others at the now non-existent International Tamil Center in New York. In 2011 Brian Senewiratne boasted to an audience at a small human rights seminar in Darwin, Australia (James Cook University) that the book had just been published and that he had all the copies. He made a big show of presenting a copy of Panchacharam’s book to the university and drew attention to the last page which contains the rhetorical question, “IF THIS IS NOT GENOCIDE, THEN WHAT IT?” in large red and yellow capital letters on a stark black background. It is primitive propaganda, but Brian Senewiratne is unaware of how obvious it is.

Brian Senewiratne he said he had all 5 copies of this book, but it was no longer available. He then explained where each of the five copies is destined – to Usha Sri Skandarajah (who he claimed is the greatest Tamil writer alive today, to brief applause from a couple of people); Visuvanathan Rudrakumaran (boss of the TGTE); Professor Ramu Manivannan of Madras University (who wrote another book alleging genocide of Tamils called Hiding the Elephant); the Jaffna Library and – this was his applause-seeker – the last copy to be put in his bank and presented after his death to the “Library of Tamil Eelam when it is built in Kilinochchi”. He stressed that he said “when and not if”, and received the applause he was seeking, but it was very muted compared to the hysterical reception he received from the Canadian Tamils when he was the star attraction at the Tamil Pongu ceelebration in Toronto in 2008.

 

Winston Panchacharam’s Book

On November 21, 2016 Usha Sriskandarajah, who presented the “award” to my father, wrote, on the death of Winston Panchacharam:

“Author of ‘Genocide in Sri Lanka’ passes away. Today I was saddened to hear of the demise of Dr Winston Panchacharam, President, International Tamil Center – USA, the driving force behind the limited edition book: ‘Genocide in Sri Lanka’, a pictorial and coffee table book, made for private circulation, published especially for global leaders, “to act quickly and follow through to protect the dying Tamil Race in Sri Lanka.” Although I have never met Dr Panchacharam, I had the good fortune of receiving from Dr. Brian Senewiratne – one of three books left in his possession. After presenting one to me – wow – of the two copies that he has remaining, Dr Senewiratne said he will be donating one to the Jaffna Library and the other to the Tamil Eelam Library!”

She published, on her Facebook page, a photo of Brian Senewiratne’s dedication to her with “with sheer admiration and gratitude from Brian”, and a photo of him “awarding her” (on 15.5.2016) with one of his remaining three copies of the book (On 21 November 2016). However YouTube reveals that in November 2011 he donated a copy of the book, along with 10 of his propaganda DVDs to the James Cook University in Darwin, where he had been invited to give a talk on “Who’s Afraid of Human Rights”.

Eelaventhan, who is another geriatric TGTE boss (he’s 86, the same age as Brian Senewiratne), wrote an obituary for Winston Panchacharam on 20th November 2016, published on the Tamil Sangam website, in which he wrote, in bad English:

“Besides he authored the book titled “GENOCIDE IN SRI LANKA” that contains 185 pages published in the year 2010. For the point of view of many readers the contents of the book was a masterpiece. This will be cherished for generations to follow. In his introductory note he addressing “ Your excellencies-Global leaders for the protection of the vulnerable and those oppressed people by genocidal act. In his appeal for the global public opinion, Tamil Diaspora, and the dying race of Tamils in Sri Lanka. He further states that the global leaders must act quickly, and follow through, to protect the dying Tamil race in Sri Lanka. He rightly says that “Justice delayed is Justice buried” . He further adds that neglect of timely violence prevention is a sad legacy that has led to genocide in several countries; from the holocaust to the massacres in Uganda and Sudan. Millions of life has been lost. He continues in a very appealing tone that “ smoldering genocide of Tamils in Sri Lanka that started insidiously over half a century ago culminated in several coordinated massacres before , during and after the civil war.”

I would like to know how Winston Panchacharam died, who his doctors were and what sort of fatal disease he had. I would also like to know the source of the photos in the book and how it was that Brian Senewiratne had all 5 copies, if the book was intended for world leaders to act with urgency to save the Tamil people from genocide. The text is likely to be disinformation if it is based on what Brian Senewiratne told Panchacharam, but the photos are important forensic evidence regarding the war in Sri Lanka. It is outrageous and very suspicious that Brian Senewiratne has acquired control of this material (the atrocity photos in the book) and is keeping it within his close circle within the LTTE-supporting TGTE. I believe that it should be in the hands of Sri Lankan police and forensics experts, and is important evidence regarding war crimes and crimes against humanity by the Tamil Tigers.

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