The Jesuit priest
Father Harry Miller S.J. left Louisiana in 1948 for Batticaloa. The Jesuit priest talks about the development of the mission, his work in documenting the disappearances during the 1990s, and explains why Batticaloa is the only home he knows. Photography by Kannan Arunasalam and Dominic Sansoni.
“We didn’t volunteer for a few weeks, a month or a year. It was for life,” Father Miller said in his Louisiana lilt, as we sat and talked in the attic of St Michael’s College, the alma mater of many Batticaloan Tamil, Muslim and Burgher men. To my annoyance, the ubiquitous crows cawed hoarsely, circling outside the window. Father Miller was unperturbed, taking some pleasure at my efforts to chase them away. “They too are part of the Batticaloan story,” Father Miller said with a chuckle.
Jesuit missionaries had come in different waves to Sri Lanka before the Americans. The numbers of French missionaries had been depleted by two world wars and after the Belgians and the Italians replaced them, the Vatican in the 1930s called upon Americans from French Louisiana to help out with the Jesuit schools in eastern Sri Lanka. “When the Pope has his back to the wall, he calls upon the Jesuits,” said Father Miller, who had taken the unique vow of obedience to the Holy Father as all Jesuits must do.
Father Harry Miller left Louisiana as a student priest in 1948. Together with his friend Father Eugene Hebert, the young men travelled by train from New Orleans and then took the ship from New York to Colombo. Their final destination was the Jesuit Mission in Batticaloa.
What followed was 60 years of service to the people of Batticaloa as educator, priest, protector and witness. Father Miller would increasingly take on roles beyond that of a parish priest, helping to build bridges between communities, initially through his Council of Religions and then through the work of the Batticaloa Peace Committee. Father Miller would help to document over 8,000 cases of disappearances. His friend and colleague Father Hebert, who had coached St Michaels to national heights in basketball, disappeared in 1990.
“They can only overcome us if they set us against us,” he said of the various fora he helped to establish, knowing that there had been terrible abuses of human rights that he was powerless to prevent.
In 2009 Father Miller returned to New Orleans unsure whether he would come back. Once there he realised that his true home was in Batticaloa, among the people who still recognised him. “Everyone I knew there had gone,” he recounted. Sadly, when Father Miller did return to Batticaloa, his possessions – his books, photographs and personal items had been given away. The staff at didn’t expect him to return. The photographer Dominic Sansoni was the last to capture Father Miller’s office in all its glory with the assorted paperweights on his desk and tribal masks hanging on the wall. I was fortunate enough to have permission to use them for my portrait on the Jesuit priest.
I called Father Miller a few days ago to tell him about his portrait for I Am. He was cheerful and happy to hear from me. “I don’t really care what people say about me anymore. Or how I’m quoted,” he said. “But I’ll take a look.” Like the crows outside, Father Miller was indelibly another part of the story of Batticaloa, and I hoped that I had done justice to a life so extraordinarily committed to helping a community.
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Wonderful work guys.
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Wonderful project, having worked for a year in SL almost forty years ago (in Galle) this is quite meaningful for me – Joe Simpson (Canada)
Hearing Fr. Miller’s voice, after so many years, is simply amazing! It is difficult to really appreciate the sacrifices made by those noble souls – who left home, family and country – to make their homes in ‘the middle of nowhere’ in order to make a difference to thousands of people in Batticaloa. Well done guys for doing this. My humble congratulations and thanks.
What he said in 2002. I will not forget till the day I die. I fought the forces for them and they did not listen to me.