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  Photo:  at St James Palace early 1996 Often when I am invited  to speak or give interviews in international spaces I am painfully conscious of my undeniable privilege and coloniality. People like me from the global south are invited to the slick platforms that are dominated by the voices from the global north because of our fluency in the language, and because despite our brown/black skins we literally and metaphorically speak the same lingo  The phenomenon is not recent.  Way back in the early 1980s as the Project Coordinator at the Lanka Mahila Samiti (a Sri Lankan association of rural women's societies) of a USAID funded programme that supported small enterprise development for rural women, I represented the USAID mission in Colombo at many conferences in the region – a young woman, skin burnished browner by days spent with women in rural Sri Lanka, but with near flawless English and the panache to navigate the seminar worlds of the Bangkok Hilton or the resort hotels in Paran

                                            Photo:  KL Sentral (before the pandemic)   The  recently concluded ESCAP Regional Meeting for Asia and the Pacific “City and Transport: Safety, efficiency and sustainability” had a session on Gender Responsive Urban Transport Policies.  I was invited to participate in that session.  I had five minutes for my intervention and this is what I said. I wanted to make a case for approaching transport provision from a rights perspective, and from the perspective of a state’s obligations towards the protection and fulfilment rights of all its citizens.   Cities and economies  are not just  spaces and processes that exist independently of the people that inhabit them and make them work, and it was  encouraging to see that several speakers at the UNESCAP meeting had  begun to put people at the centre of their thinking. The importance of centring people was reinforced by the COVID19 pandemic experience.    We saw that it was people who helped  us get t

  The International Women’s Rights Action Watch, Asia Pacific, (IWRAW AP) is part of the global campaign to encourage states to ratify the  ILO Convention C190 on Violence and Harassment in the world of work and as such I have recently been exposed to many discussions around the convention.  One of the more recent online discussions organised by IWRAW AP, ITUC, Action Aid and CARE gave rise to this very impressive graphic recording of the issues being raised This was a conversation that was rooted in South and South East Asia, and the thoughts that were circling in my head as we discussed the challenges of promoting ratification, described in this graphic as patriarchy, lack of political will, political instability, difficulties of implementation, lack of awareness, and a focus on dealing with the pandemic, were about  how complicit we could be with our pretty graphics and online discussions if we didn’t really expose the elephant in the room.   Can we really isolate Violence and Haras

Peg (Margaret) Snyder has passed away.   I learned this today through a message from  Phumzile Mlambo-Ngcuka, Executive Director, UN Women  Peg was born in 1929 and this would have been her 92nd year. P humzile pays a tribute to her role as “ a pathfinder in the work for gender equality and the empowerment of women and girls. Referred to as the ‘UN’s First Feminist’, ..[she was the] first director of the Voluntary Fund for the UN Decade for Women,  [and]she subsequently became the founding director in 1978 of UNIFEM, or the UN Development Fund for Women, which she led for over a decade”  and you can read more about her illustrious career here on Wikipedia .  There is much in that Wikipedia article that as activists following in her footsteps we need to know, admire, celebrate and take forward . The view from the "West Wing" window I met Peg Snyder just three or four years ago, when at the request of a neighbour, Nancy Baldwin,  at 10 Mitchell Place where she lived in New Yo

  photo by Sharni Jayewardene ---------- Today Somadevi Pattini Kannangara (nee Ranasinha) would have been 97 years old, had she not left this world, much too early, almost four decades ago.   It is difficult to picture what my mother might have looked like or been like  in her 90s… She was beautiful, both inside and out, she was clever, she was fun, she had impeccable taste and she had this great capacity to love.    Her father, my grandfather, despite his very colonial orientation (he was Sir Arthur after all) gave his children very local names.  His eldest son, DKVB Ranasinha had the names Darshana Kumaru Vijaya Bahu, his younger daughter was Sita Rupawathie, and my mother, his second child born when he was GA Jaffna was Somadevi Pattini.  Goddess Pattini  or Kannaki Amma as she is known to Sri Lankan Hindu community, is venerated by both Buddhists and Hindus – but her feminine energy that made her at once a good wife and a vengeful one, and the respect she engenders,  has meant t