[Reader-list] Review of "The Ruling Caste"
Rana Dasgupta
eye at ranadasgupta.com
Sun Oct 2 11:19:21 IST 2005
this was in my Asian Age today.
i don't know if much comment is necessary.
her battle against "political correctness" [what an alibi this phrase
has become; one no longer needs to address arguments because we all know
we are against "political correctness"] is passionate but at the expense
of many facts. Starting with the first paragraph.
it's amazing how people can repeat all these dreary cliches with such
passion, as if they were such fresh ideas. the high-minded, embattled
British civil servants trying to rescue the natives from a mind so
benighted that it struggles against its own salvation. she clearly
feels that the "revisionist" trend has gone far enough and now it is
traditionalism that needs heroes. the world needs a single, clear,
western story again for everything is getting a bit complicated.
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THE RULING CASTE: IMPERIAL LIVES IN THE VICTORIAN RAJ
By DAVID GILMOUR
John Murray, £25, pp.383
BY JANE RIDLEY
It is a remarkable but little known fact I that in 1901 the entire
Indian subcontinent with a population totalling 300 million was
administered by a British ruling elite which consisted of no more than
1,000 men. Still more extraordinary, their rule rested neither on
military force nor on terror or corruption.
On the contrary, the rulers of the British Raj were renowned for being
impartial, highminded,-conscientious and incorruptible. Yet this
astonishing British success story has been largely ignored. Historians
have got their knickers in such a twist over the whole embarrassing
business of imperialism that they have been blind to its strengths.
Slaves to political correttness, they are fixated on Edward Said's idea
of Oriental ism which, to put it crudely, brands all imperialists as
racists almost by definition.
Not since Philip Mason published The Men Who Ruled India 50 years ago
has anyone attempted to write a full study of India's civil servants.
David Gilmour is uniquely qualified to fill this gap. He is the author
of an acclaimed biography of Lord Curzon, the greatest Indian viceroy of
all, and he has recently published a life of Kipling, the laureate of
the Indian official. The Ruling Caste is the fruit of 15 years of
research, much of it spent quarrying the treasures buried deep in the
British Library's India Office collections, the vast and little explored
archive of Britain's lost Indian empire. These materials have enabled
Gilmour to look at the Indian Civil Service from the perspective of its
members, and not the other way round.
The civilians, as they were called - the phrase civil servant derives
from the East India Company's civil as opposed to its military servants
- effectively formed a hereditary caste.
Names such as Nicholson or Lyall occur again and again over three or
four generations. Often . brothers serv~d together, such as the Strachey
brothers, James and Richard (father of Lytton), who dominated the Raj in
the 1870s.
Many of these families originated as poor Scots gentry, such as the
Macnabbs, who served in India for five generations, returning at last to
Perthshire, where they morphed into clan chieftains imd became The
Macnab of Macnab. Competitive examinations were introduced in the 1850s,
and the social mix broadened slightly, but the old naines still recurred.
Young civilians fresh from home found themselves in lonely, isolated
postings, living in unfurnished bungalows where the bathwater ran out
ofa hole in the wall covered by an iron grating to stop the snakes
coming in. During the hot weather season, when temperatures climbed to
well over 100 degrees, they sweltered through, sleepless nights and rose
at dawn, to work long hours in court.
If you were lucky, you were promoted to be a District Officer, in charge
of a million people and 4,000 square miles. These officers were the
lynchpins of the system. Within their districts they were omnipotent,
responsible for everything from administering justice to sanitary
conditions.
Crises such as the plague of snakes that killed 10,000 people in Bengal
in 1878 were dealt with by District Officers. The greatest worry was
famine, in respect of which the British record in India was remarkably
good (compare Africa today). Sometimes diplomacy was needed as well as
organisational skill. The starving people of one district prayed not to
be relieved,' believing that they were being given food to fatten them
up before being sent off to Burma to be eaten by cannibals.
District Officers spent much Of their time on tour. Gilmour beautifully
evo.kes their lives sleeping under canvas, travelling' with a cara.
van of bullock carts at two mph, dispensing rough-and-ready justice in
shirt sleeves allday and shooting a brace of snipe for dinner.
Thing$ changed with the coming'of railways
and telegraphs, which allowed the central Secretariat to exercise
greater control over distant District Officers.
The paperwork increased, and DOs spent less time in their shirt sleeves
and more at their desks. By the end of the century it was a
paperobsessed empire.
The civilian Alfred Lyall confessed to a throb of pleasure on coming
into his cool, quiet office with a mountain of paper scientifically
filed on each side of his armchair. Curlon's ability to deal with the
stacKS of files delivered to him each evening by breakfast time next
morning was legendary.
The toughest jobs were on the frontiers, in the north-west, or
north-east towards Burma.
In the Punjab, John Lawrence ruled an area slightly larger than Great
Britain.
He was a hard, ruthless employer, obsessed by paperwork, and worked an
18-hour day. Among the wild tribes of Baluchistan, an officer named
Sandeman kept order by befriending the fierce tribesmen and employing
them as his auxilaries. "We want lean and keen men on the frontier, and
fat and good-natured men in the states," said one civilian.
The native states, which Britain controlled by a system of indirect
rule, called for civilians who rode well, were good shots and possessed
the manners needed to win the confidence of princely rulers - whose
sons, as Gilmour shows, were all too often corrupted by contact with the
West into playboys and sots who spent their money on clothes, drink and
vice.
Anglo-Indian social life was dire. Obsessed by status and protocol,
civilians endured dull dinners and worse food. Rigid rules of precedence
determined a never-varying placement at dinner parties, where it was
compulsory to be "cheery" and you whiled away the tedious hours with
endless games of whist. In the hot season the entire station would
migrate to the hills, and the social round begin again.
This was the world that E.M. Forster pilloried so mercilessly, in A
Passage to India, where the ICS are caricatured as dull, blinkered
social climbers.
Yet, as Gilmour points out, Forster only observed these men at their
clubs. He knew nothing of how India was governed; if he had been in
charge he wouldn't have survived a single day. Philistine though many of
the civilians undoubtedly were, they were superlatively good at doing
their job.
The ICS is usually blamed for the deterioration in relations with the
Indians which took place after the Mutiny of 1857. This, as Gilmour
mak~s clear, is only half the story.
The Indians were hostile too. It's hard to socialise with people who
wash their hands and change their clothes after meeting you, who refuse
either to eat with you or invite you to their houses. "The British were
not in India to be treated like Untouchables."
Sexual relations between the British and Indians petered out too, less
because of racial prejudice than because the British now tended, to
bring their wives. In Burma, where few memsahibs came, because of the
murderous climate, relationships between British men and Burmese women
were commonplace.
Gilmour is the perfect companion to Victorian India - shrewd, funny,
always a joy to read. He writes lean, elegant prose and wears his
learning lightly - the book entertains as much as it instructs; but
Gilmour is gently subversive of the sacred cows of political
correctness. In David Gilmour, the British in India have at last found
the historian they deserve. This is a marvellous book.
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