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A Moral Audit of the British Empire

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Piers Brendon asks how we can arrive at a fair judgement of the benefits of the Empire for those who enjoyed – or endured – its rule.

 African slaves working in 17th-century Virginia, by an unknown artist, 1670The moral balance sheet of the British Empire is a chaotic mixture of black and red. So it is understandable that people today, trying to evaluate this momentous episode in our island story, are confused. Take the New Labour government, for example. After a recent trip to East Africa, Gordon Brown said that ‘the days of Britain having to apologize for its colonial history are over’. Indeed, he asserted, we should be proud of the Empire. On the other hand, two centuries after the abolition of the slave trade, Tony Blair expressed ‘deep sorrow’ for this imperial transgression. Similar contradictions prevail in the media. Transmitting programmes such as ‘This Sceptred Isle’ and ‘Empire’s Children’, the BBC promotes imperial nostalgia for a humane and benign Greater Britain, which print critics are apt to denounce as a blood-stained tyranny.

Yet the evidence is there to be assessed. Of course, like a financial audit of empire, which cannot compute the profits that might have been made if Britain had invested at home (as Adam Smith wanted) instead of abroad, a moral audit cannot calculate what benefits might have accrued to India, say, if no colonial occupation had taken place. All the same, 250 years after Plassey laid the foundation of the Raj, 150 years after the Mutiny and sixty years after independence, as well as half a century after the first sub-Saharan African colony (Ghana) got self-government and a decade after the handover of Britain’s last major overseas territory, Hong Kong, it is not too early to set the Empire’s obvious pluses against its palpable minuses. How does it weigh up from the ethical point of view?

On the credit side, first of all, the British Empire was a liberal empire. It was founded on principles classically enunciated by Edmund Burke, who maintained that colonial government was a trust. It should to be exercised for the benefit of subject peoples, who would eventually attain their natural right to self-rule. As Burke famously declared, ‘The British Empire must be governed on a plan of freedom, for it will be governed by no other.’ More or less sincerely, Britons reiterated this claim over the next two centuries. The Tory Primrose League took as its motto, Imperium et Libertas. In 1921 Lloyd George told the Imperial Conference that the British Empire was unique because ‘Liberty is its binding principle.’Whitehall mandarins said that the evolution of Empire into Commonwealth after the Second World War completed the process whereby colonial territories came to stand on their own feet.

Of course, subject peoples seldom accepted that the Empire aimed at their advancement. Yet even when the mother country spoke in offensive terms – inhabitants of white dominions as well as coloured colonies were deemed ‘children’ being nurtured for the freedoms and responsibilities of maturity – she frequently felt obliged to put her principles into practice. In most cases, British empire-builders took their civilizing mission seriously.

Often they saw this as a matter of subduing ‘barbarism’ and ‘savagery’. Thus in India they did their best to eradicate thuggee and suttee, General Sir Charles Napier rejecting cultural relativism and promising to act according to the custom of his own country: ‘when men burn women alive we hang them.’ In Africa they endeavoured to put down slavery, Christian missionaries following the example of David Livingstone, who was said to have sacrificed his life ‘to heal this open sore of the world’. In New Zealand they suppressed cannibalism and the traffic in tattooed Maori heads – traders had taken to bidding for them when they were still attached to shoulders. In Hong Kong they tried to stop foot-binding and infanticide.

Bearers of the White Man’s Burden also laboured to promote the positive welfare of their charges. At the top, for example, Lord Curzon worked indefatigably as Viceroy to give India measures of justice, reform and social improvement. Taking to government (to paraphrase The Times) as other men take to drink, he aspired to give India the best administration it had ever had. He fostered commerce, expanded communications, developed irrigation, relieved famine, encouraged education, restored monuments, strengthened defence and promoted efficiency. He even ordered the removal of pigeon droppings from Calcutta’s Public Library. Furthermore, Curzon resisted Britain’s ‘Shylock’ exploitation of India, writing to Whitehall as though he were the ruler of a foreign power.

Similarly, at the bottom of the Empire’s administrative ladder, many British officials evinced a remarkable propensity to favour their black or brown charges at the expense of their white overlords. The unpublished memoir of an Irish lawyer, Manus Nunan, who was usually scathing about the English, contains nothing but praise for the District Officers he met in ;Nigeria during the 1950s: ‘Their concern for the native people they governed was wonderful.’ ; E.D. Morel (1873-1924), that scourge of imperial wrong-doing, made the same point: such civil servants were ‘strong in their sense of justice, keen in their sense of right, firm in their sense of duty’. They were honest, brave, responsible and, above all, industrious.

The District Officer, a model of omni-competence, could hardly avoid dedication to his work. He collected taxes, presided in court, supervised the police, oversaw public works, advanced agriculture, promoted health, inspected schools, fostered sport, encouraged Boy Scouts, arbitrated in disputes and fulfilled endless social functions. Often he and his ilk were thin on the ground. Leonard Woolf, who in the first decade of the twentieth century supervised Ceylon’s huge pearl fisheries with a couple of other officers armed with walking-sticks, observed that the country was ‘the exact opposite of a ‘police state’. Usually imperial civil servants had to operate on a shoe string. Yet in prosperous colonies such as Malaya, they took direct action, every Resident being, as one official put it, ‘a Socialist in his own state.’ They constructed roads and railways. They erected buildings and created enterprises, notably the tin smelting industry. They invested in education, sanitation, irrigation and power generation.

Even George Orwell, who had seen colonial dirty work at close quarters in Burma in the 1920s, acknowledged that the British Empire was much better than any other. It was vastly superior, in moral terms, to the French, German, Portuguese and Dutch empires. And it bore no resemblance to the ‘vampire empire’ created by King Leopold of the Belgians in the Congo, which was responsible for perhaps 10 million deaths, let alone to the genocidal Nazi empire or to Japan’s vicious and corrupt Greater East-Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere.

Finally, nothing better became the British Empire ;than its dissolution. Facing adverse circumstances almost everywhere after the Second World War, the British lived up to their magnanimous professions. They fulfilled their duty as trustees, giving their coloured colonies the autonomy (mostly within the multi-racial Commonwealth) long enjoyed by the white dominions. The process was by no means free of trouble and bloodshed – in Malaya, Palestine, Kenya, Cyprus, Suez, Aden and elsewhere. The partition of India caused horrifying convulsion and carnage. And there was a nasty epilogue in Rhodesia and the Falklands. But there was nothing to compare with the bitter wars that the French fought before extricating themselves from Vietnam and Algeria. Thanks to pragmatic policies formulated in London, the Empire experienced what Ronald Hyam recently called ‘a quiet and easy death’.

Macaulay had famously reckoned that the passing away of the imperial sceptre would be ‘the proudest day in English history’. For he hoped his compatriots would leave behind an empire that was immune to decay, ‘the imperishable empire of our arts and our morals, our literature and our laws’. Many pundits quoted him when praising or appraising the achievements of the Empire. Wherever the map was painted red Britain had disseminated its culture, language and technology, its ideals of democracy, good governance and free speech, its fondness for sport and fair play, its enlightened values and Christian civilization. According to Alan Massie, writing after the handover of Hong Kong, the British Empire had been ‘a force for good unrivalled in the modern world’. Western Europe lived on the legacy of Rome, he said, and ‘our Empire leaves at least as rich a legacy to the whole world.’

What of the debit side? The fact is that the phrase Imperium et Libertas was a contradiction in terms. What it meant in a Roman mouth, as Gladstone said, was ‘Liberty for ourselves, Empire over the rest of mankind.’ In the British mouth ‘liberty’ was part of the insufferable cant used to conceal the brutal realities of imperialism. The Empire was ‘a despotism with theft as its final object’, as George Orwell said, and the pukka sahib’s code was slimy humbug. Sometimes the hypocrisy was scarcely conscious, noted the critic J. A. Hobson in the early years of the twentieth century; it was what Plato had termed ‘the lie in the soul’, the lie that does not know it’s a lie. Lord Salisbury himself exposed the truth. ‘If our ancestors had cared for the rights of other people,’ he observed, ‘the British Empire would not have been made.’ Its purpose was not to spread sweetness and light but to increase Britain’s wealth and power. Naturally its coercive and exploitative nature must be disguised. Bamboozle was better than bamboo, he considered, and ‘as India must be bled, the bleeding should be done judiciously.’

Actually, from the time that Britain had begun to transform its commercial dominance into political ascendancy, India was bled white. During the 1760s Bengal was so squeezed that the province, which the Mughals had called ‘the paradise of earth’, became an abyss of torment. It was ravaged by war, pestilence and famine. A third of the population died of hunger, some driven to cannibalism. Although relief efforts were made, British ‘bullies, cheats and swindlers’ continued to prey on the carcass of Bengal and some profiteered in hoarded grain. Meanwhile Indian revenues (which amounted to perhaps a billion pounds sterling between Plassey in 1757 and Waterloo in 1815) spelled the redemption ofBritain, according to the Earl of Chatham. They were ‘a kind of gift from heaven’.

The history of the Raj was punctuated by further famines, which caused tens of millions of deaths. These were not, as Mike Davis claims, colonial ‘holocausts’. But the British failed lamentably in India, as they did in Ireland, in their duty of care. Condemning ‘humanitarian hysterics’ during the worst Victorian famine, Lord Lytton said that the stoppage of his 1876 durbar ‘would be more disastrous to the permanent interests of the Empire than twenty famines’. Despite pleas from the Secretary of State for India Leo Amery during the terrible 1943-44 Bengal famine, Churchill refused to divert scarce shipping to Calcutta. He thought that ‘the starvation of anyway underfed Bengalis’ was less serious than that of sturdy Greeks, particularly as Indians would go on breeding ‘like rabbits’.

Such imperial callousness towards ‘lesser breeds’ was commonplace, sometimes apparently condoned by a crude faith in survival of the fittest. As the author-explorer Winwood Reade wrote, ‘The law of murder is the law of growth.’ Of course, as T. H. Huxley said, evolution could not invalidate morality. There could be no justification for the Tasmanian genocide or the slaughter of Australian aborigines. Yet as late as 1883 a colonial governor reported to Gladstone that refined Queenslanders talked approvingly ‘not only of the wholesale butchery (for the iniquity of that may sometimes be disguised from themselves) but of the individual murder of natives’. Similarly twentieth-century British officials approved punitive operations in the southern Sudan even though they produced a crop of ‘regular Congo atrocities’ amounting almost to genocide.

Resistance evidently licensed disproportionate retaliation. When crushing opposition in Ceylon in 1818, the British killed over one per cent of the population. Thirty years later not a single European on the island perished in the only insurrection worthy of the name. But 200 alleged rebels were hanged or shot, and more were flogged or imprisoned. Governor Eyre’s reprisals after the Morant Bay uprising in Jamaica followed the same pattern. In the wake of their disastrous retreat from Kabul in 1842, the British meted out enough retributive homicide to earn the perpetual enmity of Afghanistan. Burma,Kenya and Iraq were subjugated with equal violence. After the Indian Mutiny soldiers such as Garnet Wolseley did much to fulfil their vow to spill ‘barrels and barrels of the filth which flows in these niggers’ veins for every drop of blood’ they had shed. During the South African War the British allowed a sixth of the Boer population, mostly children, to die in concentration camps.

The catalogue of gross imperial wrongdoing is not hard to extend. It includes instances of exploitation such as the slave trade and the indentured labour traffic; cases of acquisitive aggression such the opium wars and the rape of Matabeleland; acts of vandalism such as the burning of the Emperor’s Summer Palace in Beijing and the destruction of the Mahdi’s tomb at Omdurman; squalid fiascos such as the Jameson Raid and the Suez invasion; crimes such as the use of dum-dum bullets and poison gas against ‘uncivilized tribes’ (Churchill’s phrase); massacres such as occurred at Amritsar in 1919, Batang Kali in Malaya in 1948 (the ‘British My Lai’) and Hola Camp in Kenya (1959). One should also list evils, such as torture and looting, which were endemic throughout the Empire. Prize items of pillage, incidentally, were sent to Windsor Castle and, despite some restitution, most of them evidently remain in royal hands. Least among the treasures Queen Victoria received from Emperor Hien-Feng’s Summer Palace was a Pekinese dog, which she called Looty.

However, the indictment is not complete without mention of imperial sins of omission. Although some British officials were racist bullies – Bertrand Russell went so far as to call the Empire ‘a cesspool for British moral refuse’ – most were stultifyingly conventional. They had the vices of their virtues. Pig-sticking, gin-swigging public-school men, who held aloof from their charges or treated them with studied arrogance, they were dedicated to maintaining the imperial status quo. Nothing illustrates this better than Governor Richard Casey’s shocked report on his province as the Raj neared its end:

Bengal has, practically speaking, no irrigation or drainage, a medieval system of agriculture, no roads, no education, no cottage industries, completely inadequate hospitals … and no adequate machinery to cope with distress. There are not even plans to make good these deficiencies.

Needless to say, much of the imperial legacy was failed states and internecine strife.

All balance sheets require interpretation; but it seems clear that, even according to its own lights, the British Empire was in grave moral deficit. This should come as no surprise. Britain’s conquests were necessarily violent and its subsequent occupations were usually repressive. Imperial powers lack legitimacy and govern irresponsibly, relying on force, collaboration and propaganda. But no vindication, even that formulated by Burke, can eradicate the instinctive hostility to alien control. Libertas opposes imperium.

Edward Gibbon, himself wedded to liberty, went to the heart of the matter:

A more unjust and absurd constitution cannot be devised than that which condemns the natives of a country to perpetual servitude, under the arbitrary dominion of strangers.

Gibbon’s admonitions are for the ages, but they seem peculiarly pertinent at a time when American and British leaders have fatally succumbed to the lure of neo-imperial adventure.  The first sentence he ever published, in his Essay on the Study of Literature (1761), epitomized his immortal work

The history of empires is the history of human misery.

Piers Brendon is a Fellow of Churchill College, Cambridge, and a former Keeper of the Churchill Archives Centre. His latest book is The Decline and Fall of the British Empire, published by Jonathan Cape.

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