But the Congress started from the beginning with a misconception of
the most elementary facts of politics and with its eyes turned towards the
British Government and away from the people. To flaunt its moderation and
reasonableness before approving English eyes, to avoid giving offence to
British sentiments, to do nothing that would provoke a real conflict, this
was its chief pre-occupation. It concerned itself with such things as
Simultaneous Examinations, Exchange Compensation, with the details of
administration and the intricacies of finance; it presumed to give the
Government advice on its military policy, and it passed omnibus resolutions
covering the whole field of Indian affairs. All the time it had nothing behind
it that could be called strength, no tangible reason why the British
Government should respect and give form to its irresponsible criticisms. The
Government on its side took the measure of the Congress and acted
accordingly.
Under the stimulus of an intolerable wrong,
Bengal in the
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fervour
of the Swadeshi movement parted company with the old ideals and began to seek
for its own strength. It has found it in the people. But the awakening of this
strength immediately brought the whole movement into collision with British
interests, and the true nature of the Englishman, when his interests are
threatened, revealed itself. The Swadeshi threatened British trade and
immediately an unholy alliance was formed between the magistracy, the
non-officials and the pious missionaries of Christ, to crush the new movement
by every form of prosecution and harassment. The Trade Union movement
threatens the tyranny of British Capital over Indian Labour, and at once
British Capital responds by unprovoked lockouts, illegal dismissals and
finally by volleys of gunshot. The struggle is bound to increase in its
intensity and the prospect it opens, is one which only the most courageous can
face. But for us there is no choice. The faith in British justice has crumbled
into the dust. Nothing can again restore it. Go back we cannot, halt we
cannot, go on we must. It will be well for us if our leaders recognise the
situation and instead of hesitation and timidity which will not help them,
meet it with clear eyes and an undaunted spirit.
By The Way
There
is a limit to everything. There is also a limit to hero-worship and to
self-laudation. It seems to us that limit was passed in the extraordinary
proceedings of the Pandits' meeting which deified Babu Surendranath Banerji,
and in the undignified effusion of the report which appeared in Babu
Surendranath's own paper the Bengalee. A regular abhishek ceremony
seems to have been performed and the assembled Brahmins paid him regal honours
as if he had been the just and truthful Yudishthira at the Rajasuya
sacrifice. If Babu Surendranath wishes to be the king of independent
Bengal, he should surely conquer his kingdom first and
then enjoy it. Even Caesar refused the crown thrice; but Surendra Babu has no
scruples. He accepted his coronation with effusive tearfulness in the touching
language
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of
the Bengalee, "his mighty voice shook and he got choky".
*
But the thing passes a joke. Whatever differences of opinion we may have
with Babu Surendranath, we have always recognised him as the leader of
Bengal, the one man among us whose name is a spell to
sway the hearts of millions. We do not like to see him making himself publicly
ridiculous, for, by doing so, he makes the whole of
Bengal ridiculous. Such performances are rather likely
to diminish his prestige than increase it. But ever since the rise of a party
which questions his methods and ideals, Surendra Babu has shown an uneasy desire
to have his personal leadership proclaimed on the housetops and an almost
hysteric tendency towards self-praise. The indecorous comparisons of himself
with Christ and Gauranga, the tone of his
Barisal
speech and this coronation ceremony are
indications which make us uneasy for our veteran leader. He should remember
the last days of Keshab Chandra Sen and avoid a similar debacle.
*
It is time that public opinion should forbid this habit of selflaudation
in our leaders. The Maratha leaders have a much keener sense of the decorum and
seriousness which public life demands. Recently a movement was set on foot in
the
Deccan to celebrate Mr. Tilak's birthday and pay to the
great Maratha leader almost the same honours as are paid to the memory of
Shivaji in the Shivaji Utsav. The whole of Maharastra prepared to go mad with a
frenzy of hero-worship when everything was brought to a sudden end by prompt and
imperative prohibition from Mr. Tilak himself. This entire absence of
self-seeking and
self-advertisement is one of the most characteristic features of Mr. Tilak's
public conduct. We hope it will become a more general standard if not of
character, at least of public etiquette throughout
India.
Bande
Mataram,
September 1, 1906
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By The Way
The
Bengalee publishes an apologetic explanation of the Kamboliatola
ceremony on which we passed a few strictures more in sorrow than in anger the
other day. The defence seems to be that Babu Surendranath Banerjee was
bediademed neither with a crown of gems nor a crown of thorns, but only a
harmless chaplet of flowers. Moreover, the ceremony was not in the nature of
an abhishek or coronation, but a Shanti-Sechan or homage of
hearts from
Bengal's assembled Pandits. We do not think the
explanation betters things in any way. In whatever way we look at it, the
whole affair was a piece of childishness which could have no object but to
minister to personal vanity.
This same silly chaplet, it appears, represented the crown of success
and might be likened to the laurel crown of the ancient Roman. Visions arise
before us of our only leader wrapped majestically in an ancient toga and
accepting on the Capitol the laurel crown that shall shield his head from
the lightnings. But who is the hostile deity against whom the muttered Mantras
of the Brahmins were invoked to shield the head of our Surendra Caesar? Sir
Jupiter Fuller is gone and no other Thunderer takes his place. We repeat, the
whole affair was silly in the extreme and we hope it will not be repeated.
*
Mr. A. K. Ghose has gone to Jamalpur. That is well. Such affairs as the
sanguinary outrage at Jamalpur demand that our strongest man should be himself
on the spot, and Mr. A. K. Ghose has proved himself a leader of men, the
greater because, unaided by supreme powers of oratory, he has by mere honest
work and organising power, become the voice and the head of thousands of men.
Bande
Mataram,
September 3, 1906
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English
Enterprise
and
Swadeshi
The Anglo-Indian papers are nowadays repeatedly referring to the
Jamalpur Railway workshop as a Swadeshi enterprise. The use of the word throws a
good deal of light on the meaning of that Swadeshi which our benevolent
Government so unctuously professes. The Jamalpur workshop does nothing for
India
beyond employing a number of coolies who are
ill-paid and therefore underfed and a staff of Bengali clerks. It adds nothing
appreciable to Indian wealth, on the contrary, it diminishes it. All that can
be said is that instead of taking 100 per cent of the profits out of
India, it takes 90 per cent. This is precisely the
meaning of Government Swadeshi — to provide a field for English Capital,
English skilled work in India and employ Indian labour, not out of desire for
India's good, but because it is cheap. If the Government really desired
India's good, it would provide for the training of
educated Indians so that such work as is done in Jamalpur might be executed by
Indian brains and with Indian capital, as well as by Indian hands. But we do not
ask the Government to give us such training. It would be foolish to expect a
foreign Government to injure the trade of its own nation in
India. We must provide for our own training ourselves.
Jamalpur
Our
correspondent's report from Jamalpur gives the sober facts of the situation and
clears away the mist of misrepresentation and wild rumour with which the
Anglo-Indian journals have sought to obscure the incident. From the beginning
the English version has been an attempt to throw the whole blame on the workmen
by charging them with rioting before the gunshots. Their version has varied from
day to day. With the exception of one or two minor details, the opposite version
has been
throughout clear, consistent and rational. There will, of course, be the
usual cases and counter-cases and diametrically opposite statements sworn to in
evidence. But we have ceased to take any interest in this futile legal
proceedings. An Englishman
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assaulting an Indian may be innocent or guilty, but, as he cannot be punished,
it does not matter an atom whether he is innocent or guilty. The fight has to be
fought out to the end and the resort to law is no more than a persistent
superstition.
By The Way
The
wailings of the Englishman for Sir Bampfylde Fuller do not cease. The
Rachel of Hare Street mourns for the darling of her heart and will not be
comforted. We wish our contemporary would realise that the rest of the world
are heartily sick of this daily ululation. Deeply as we sympathise with his
grief we cannot help thinking that it is indecently prolonged. Rest, rest,
perturbed spirit, rest!
*
The
Englishman makes, after his fashion a curious use of the severe
criticisms on Babu Surendranath's Shanti-Sechan which have appeared in
the Bengali press. He thinks that it means the "repudiation" of
Surendra Babu and the abandonment of the Partition Agitation. Prodigious!
Apparently the Englishman has yet to learn that the movement in
Bengal was not created by any single man and does not
depend on any single man. It is a great natural upheaval and the leaders are
no more than so many corks tossing on the surface of a whirlpool. If one or
more goes down, what does it matter to the whirlpool?
*
It
is amusing to find Babu Bepin Chandra Pal represented as a fanatical
worshipper of Surendra Babu. "When Babu Bepin Chandra finds it in his
heart to condemn the editor of the Bengalee," cries the
Englishman,
"then indeed all is over." Shabash! The humours of
Hare Street
are mending.
*
There is another kind of humour which pervades the columns of the
Indian Mirror, but it is not so pleasing as the
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Englishman's. The Mirror poses as a
Nationalist organ, but its paragraphs and articles often breathe Anglo-Indian
inspiration. Its comments on the official verdict of the Shantipur case are an
instance. It even goes so far as to call on the Railway authorities to punish
the "Bengali Stationmaster" because Mr. Carlyle complains of his
conduct in the matter. We had to look twice at the top of the sheet before we
could persuade ourselves that it was not an Anglo-Indian sheet we were reading.
*
Still
worse is the paragraph on the Jamalpur affair. The Mirror calls on the
promoters of the Railway Union not to do anything which will provoke the
feelings of the workmen to a white heat. We had thought it was the gunshots of
the European railway officials which had done that work. But no: in the eyes of
the Mirror that seems to have been a harmless act. It is Mr. A. K. Ghose
and Babu Premtosh Bose who are to blame. Yet the editor of this paper is one of
our "leaders".
*
The
Mirror farther gives hospitality to an amusing utterance of Kumar Kshitendra Deb, that renowned statesman who is standing for the Bengal
Legislative Council. This Kumar first carefully differentiates true Swadeshi
from false, the true being the kind of Swadeshi which allows Kumars and others
to become Legislative Councillors, the false the kind of Swadeshi which
doesn't. All this is to prevent misunderstanding about his views, which he
innocently imagines that the public are anxious to learn. We think our Kumar is
rather ungrateful to the "false" Swadeshi, but for which he would have
had rather less chance of becoming Legislative Councillor than the man in the
moon. The worthy Kumar has no sympathy with martyrs, naturally enough. We want,
apparently, not martyrs but men who are determined to attain a position. No,
thank you, Kumar, we have had too many of that kind already; the little change
to martyrs will do no harm.
Bande Mataram,
September 4, 1906
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