Sunday, March 17, 2013

Sixty: Bottoms-Up History


From 2005:

Following the success of “Rent,” several new musical ventures are about to hit the Broadway Stage. They are the product of the New Social Historians Musical Cooperative, social historians who have a sense of rhythm and have forgotten the blues. They are marked by the desire to celebrate the great achievements of white European laborers, without giving too much to revolutionary doctrine, all in the key of C major (minor keys are eschewed). This marks a key shift from the knees-up mentality of the 1970s to the bottoms-up mentality that will build that bridge to the second half of the first decade of the twenty-first century.

Two musicals, in particular, are at the forefront of the New Social History Musical intervention. The first is the re-reading of the 1935 sit-down strikes at Ford in Detroit, titled “Sit”. The United States in 1935 was deep in the Depression, but the music is uplifting enough that unemployment is lost in the powerful harmonies and love songs that brought the fantasy world to life for the hard-working Ford employee. The song, “Driving in Neutral Again,” with its commentary on the failures of Herbert Hoover, really evokes the hardship of being a well-paid employee in a world in which so many around him are joining bread lines and having to beg for food. Its most touching moment comes when the main protagonist croons in heart-rending fashion, “How can you replace me with a woman,/or worse still [and there is a powerful pause at this point]/a black man from Alabami?” One really gets to feel for this man, just as he is about to become the prime force behind the sit-down strike. The high point in the show, however, must be considered the wonderful number, “My Caddy Lacks a Driver.” Here we ache for the Ford employee whose own Model T, somewhat old in design, has to be driven by himself. It becomes extremely moving when we begin to realize that he cannot afford to hire someone to drive him, like all of his bosses in their Cadillacs (though this does seem incongruous, since we imagine that they must really be driving cars made by Ford – artistic license, of course!), and that he even has to consider having his wife learn to drive. Tears come to the eyes as history really comes to life before you!

The second noteworthy musical is the work, entitled “Ship,” which recounts the impact of the mutiny on the Battleship Potemkin. Sergei Eisenstein has provided us with one view of the events surrounding this uprising (too Soviet-inflected for our taste), but as a silent movie it really cannot compare with the visuals provided in this dance extravaganza. Perhaps the most memorable piece in this show is “Tsar Nick does the Trotsky.” Cutting back and forth between the world of Tsar Nicholas and that of Leon Trotsky (just beginning to make his mark in Russia), new quite staggering break dance moves are presented – now commonly known in the dance clubs of Manhattan as “the trot.” The show ends with the arrival of the Cossacks, but these Cossacks seem less menacing than the fabled soldiers of the Eisenstein movie. Instead, the Cossack dancing presented in conjunction with the lines, “Just sing/There’s no need to be revolting,” seem to persuade the revolutionaries that Trotsky’s way is no way to really enjoy oneself. Equality has to give way when there is so much singing to be done! 

You’ve just got to love this new social history musical. What a fantastic departure, both for Broadway and the Academy! This is a marriage that has never before been so potent. 

Fifty-nine: Giving Frogs Legs




The origin of Frogs-Reimagined came while I was visiting Athens.  A group of faculty and students from Stockton were there in order to participate in a conference at the University of Athens and we were visiting the Acropolis. One of my faculty members, David Roessel, assigns to his students who go to Athens the task of going to the Theatre of Dionysus and reading from a play, and he let me know that it would not be a good show if a dean failed to complete this same task. 

So the student and I found a spot to sit in the theater and began to read from sections of Aristophanes’ Frogs. As I was reading I was struck by how wonderful the play was (particularly the obvious similarities between Dionysus/Xanthias and Don Quijote/Sancho Panza – Cervantes must have known the Aristophanes play!), and for the rest of my visit to Athens I was wandering around the city thinking about how the play could be adapted to the modern world – even contemplating setting it at a soccer game. [Of course, I didn’t know that Nathan Lane had already done a modern adaptation with Stephen Sondheim’s music, or I might have given up on the idea before I started.]

I made the mistake of saying to David that I was thinking along these lines, and he immediately said that we needed to develop a new version for ourselves and workshop it, as they say in the business, on the island of Rhodes the following summer. The only thing that was necessary before we could follow through on this would be for me to write something that we could workshop. To put pressure on me, he booked the rooms for six or seven people who would be there to work on the play. Clearly, I needed to write a new version of Aristophanes’ Frogs, which I thought would be a very daunting task.

The question I needed to grapple with was how to make the play accessible to the modern audience – how to give Frogs legs in today’s world.   In this regard there were two considerations to be dealt with. 1) The first was the question of what might have equivalent freight in modern society to that of tragic theatre in the Athenian world. The second, related question was how does one handle all the Choruses in the play, as this is an element that is alien to much modern drama? And this is a particularly significant question, after all, because this is a play that is named after one particular Chorus – Frogs.

1) The Modern Equivalent for Tragedy
Athenians put considerable stock in their theater, and tragedy was the most highly prized of the theatrical forms. They clearly believed that it had great social significance. If someone were to be brought back to provide important social commentary and promote the social welfare, it would be the playwright who everyone considered to be the father of tragedy.

Who, then, would have a similar social location in today’s society? To what do we ascribe equivalent significance to that of tragic theatre in Athens? Who has influence comparable to the tragedian of the Ancient world?

The Nathan Lane production (adapted by Sondheim and Burt Shevelove) came up with Shakespeare and George Bernard Shaw, but actually I think this really doesn't work as a pairing. While Shakespeare may be even more celebrated in literature and theatre than Aeschylus, he doesn’t have a hold in the social imagination, in the way that an Aeschylus or a Euripides would have done in Ancient Athens. Similarly, Shaw’s plays don’t have the influence of Euripides’ or Sophocles’ plays. Shaw is one of many modernists, and he doesn’t necessarily stand apart from Ibsen, Strindberg, Brecht, O’Neill, and Samuel Beckett.  In short, the Shakespeare/Shaw pairing is altogether too high class to really work, in my opinion.

Instead, I felt I should focus on songwriter and popular music. Music has the kind of hold on large segments of society, and, in the 1960s at least, seemed to be socially transformative.  And, just as Greek society was undergoing transformation, and those who could speak to earlier generations (Sophocles and Aeschylus) no longer spoke to later ones – who looked to Euripides – the same thing is true in the modern age.  The music of the 60s was quickly superseded and even scoffed at in the 70s and 80s, and then retrieved once again in nostalgia. This is often seen in terms of genre shifts. Blues becoming rock, becoming psychedelic, then glam rock, funk, punk, New Wave, heavy metal, grunge, hip hop, gangsta rap, alternative, etc., etc., so any rendering of the competition among artists represented in this play has to take into consideration these shifts.

For me, at least, the death of Lennon was a turning point, one that provides a divide between the socially conscious music of the 60s and early 70s, and the more commercially based music that followed. The end of the Beatles and the death of John Lennon provided a divide between before and after, which made Lennon the likely person that Dionysus would want to bring back to life.

And some of this is nostalgia, of course. The point that Dionysus makes at the beginning of the play, that tragedy has lost its way and is no longer as strong as it once was, and no longer as able to be influential as in the days of Aeschylus, is a point that all music lovers instinctively make. A lot of people claim that their music is the most compelling, and those who came before and after are barely worth mentioning. And music has the same element of competition embedded in it that tragedy had in the ancient world. Competitions would occur as tragedians would put on their plays and viewers would vote on which was their favorite. Clearly the music charts and the markets perform a similar function in today’s world (not to mention X Factor and the reality talent shows), and artists view themselves as being in competition with others, wishing to secure a larger hold on the public than other artists, wishing to be seen as stronger than those who came before.

Added to this, though, there is a degree to which in the modern world no one who comes to the fore has a lasting presence. Modern music embodies Andy Warhol’s idea of everyone getting his or her fifteen minutes of fame. So the competition that Aristophanes creates between Aeschylus and Euripides, cannot be replicated in the modern world, except by taking up a somewhat arbitrary selection of a Lennon on one side, and a composite group of artists on the other. To fill this bill I selected – Jim Morrison from the Doors, Freddie Mercury from Queen, Poly Styrene, Marvin Gaye, Tupac Chakur, and Amy Winehouse.

And to make this work, I combined all of these individuals into one, self-transmogrifying character that I called Mr. Mojo Risin’ – this is an anagram based on Jim Morrison – which comes from his song LA Woman. So MMR symbolizes an alter-ego of the collective artist.  Originally, I started with 9 incarnations, but whittled it down to 6, owing to the need to shorten the play, and to make the difficulties of creating music for each character, which my brother and I were doing, less daunting.

The other device I needed to make the play work was to come up with a character as a replacement for Dionysus. It occurred to me that the person would be an artist who had concern for the social impact of music and was a political activist of some sort. This could be one of two people, I felt, either Bob Geldof or Bono, so I combined them into one character, Bonoff, son of Yeats. Once this character was in place, Xanthias, the slave, could then be represented as a common roadie, and I thought I would get considerable mileage out of that. Finally, Hercules, who provides directions to the underworld, just had to be Elvis, who has been seen several times on both sides of the Styx since 1976.

2) The Chorus
There are three types of choruses in Frogs—Reimagined.  The first I wanted to be of a rock opera format, with a back and forth between Bonoff and the Frogs as they cross the River Styx to the underworld. This I hoped would have a Tommy-like feel, or Peter Gabriel’s Genesis (i.e. from Foxtrot or Nursery Cryme).

The second chorus is witnessed as Bonoff and Xanthias are searching for Aquafrog’s (Pluto’s) palace. They come across a chorus of initiates. These I wanted to be a cross between a 19th century Utopian community and the Woodstock crowd from 1969.  The music was intended to sound like a number of different bands/people from that era from Jethro Tull, to Janis Joplin, or the band Renaissance.  Whereas the first chorus represents the performers, the second one emphasizes the worshippers.

Finally, the third type of chorus is the most untraditional. It endeavors to blend the two previous ones and break down the barriers between actors and chorus. Essentially, the character of Mr. Mojo Risin’ is comprised of the members of the Chorus, so each of the actors who plays a part in the contest between Lennon and Mr. Mojo Risin’, comes out of the chorus and returns to it. This suggests that these artists themselves are a creation of the chorus, and that if these ones weren’t chosen they might have been replaced by others (and the play itself might be reworked so that in different performances different musicians came to the fore).


Anyway, that’s the play in a nutshell. It has a Doors-like piece called “The Mend”, a funk piece called “Tongue in Groove”, a Madonna-ish piece called “Like a Nun”, a punk piece called “Cereal Killer”, a Freddy Mercury number called “Iron Chef” – and so on. It ends with “News from Nowhere” (title of a William Morris Utopian novel), which is a send up of Lennon’s Imagine. And there’s more besides.

The play will have its first airing at Stockton College in the spring of 2014. And then, who knows?

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Fifty-eight: Of Epigrammatology -- Wilde Stuff


During the course of his cross-examination, Wilde was repeatedly asked to explain his various epigrams. Having to explain negates the entire epigrammatic position: the discourses are suddenly claimed unfamiliar, the intervention unrecognizable, the mastery invalid, and the epigram unrepeatable. The epigrammist is silenced. But each time we see one of Wilde’s plays, we get to see successful epigrammatology at work. Through that process, the characters achieve the new, the original, the epigrammatic. Night after night, the theatre’s Jack is claimed and becomes Wilde’s Ernest.

Francesca Coppa, in Reading Wilde, Querying Spaces  p.19

Friday, March 15, 2013

Fifty-six: Delta Darkness


I want to explore the career of the Congo metaphor, and contemplate how it might be used in the American context, and how it is used in Nan Elizabeth Woodruff’s American Congo: The African American Freedom Struggle in the Delta (Harvard University Press, 2003). In Woodruff’s work, it seems to me that the idea of the American Congo is grafted onto an excellent monograph and intricate study of the Mississippi Delta and African American resistance. My feeling, though, is that had the notion of the Congo not been deployed, but a more thorough comparison with colonialism been undertaken instead, along with an analysis of the location of subalterns in such systems of oppression, then her attempt to internationalize American history might have worked better still. Though, this is not intended to diminish the accomplishment, already noted by many other reviewers of this book.

Clearly, the Congo metaphor refers to an area of the world and a time that was considered the worst of empire – on a continuum of empires it would be located down one end as the one that manifested the harshest, cruelest conditions, where laborers and the indigenous peoples were treated most deplorably. It was “the nadir of Europe in Africa”, the ultimate product of the scramble for Africa, the place where the desire to make money quickly came together with the desire to create an instant empire for Belgium and King Leopold to allow people to be treated in the most barbaric fashion. This was, as Joseph Conrad put it in the Heart of Darkness, “the horror of it all,” “the vilest scramble for loot that ever disfigured the history of human conscience;” for W.E.B. Du Bois, writing in The Negro in 1915, “the valley of the Congo [would] long stand as a monument of shame to Christianity and European Civilization.”

The history of the Congo is described admirably in Adam Hochschild’s King Leopold’s Ghost, and Sven Lindquist’s Exterminate all the Brutes, the two sources used by Woodruff to describe the Congo on the opening page of this book. Woodruff argues that the descriptions of the Congo apply to the Mississippi Delta also, so that, if we accept the description of an imperial continuum, the Delta would be located down towards the same end as the Congo. She writes:

Planters in the [Mississippi Delta] had forged an ‘alluvial empire’ in the early twentieth century that, like Belgian King Leopold II’s African Congo in the late nineteenth century and early twentieth centuries, wore the face of science and progressivism, yet was underwritten by labor conditions that were anything but progressive.  King Leopold used the rhetoric of uplift and benevolence to mask his relentless search for ivory and rubber in the Congo. Leopold’s men burned villages and their inhabitants, raped the women, cut off the hands and heads of thousands of Congolese, and worked them in chain gangs until they dropped from hunger and exhaustion.

Woodruff then proceeds to make the link between Delta planters and the Congo, writing:

[Delta planters] may not have cut off the heads and hands of their African American workers, but they engaged in peonage, murder, theft, and other forms of terror to retain their labor.  Some of the meanest corners of the “heart of darkness” were found in the Delta during the first half of the twentieth century. 

Woodruff seems to want us to read this connection literally and accept the comparison.  When she describes the capitalists creating their alluvial empire, she outlines their progressive intentions tempered by their racism and desire for profit at the expense of African Americans.  Lynch spirit and convict labor, through which they maintained their power, stand in for the barbarity of King Leopold’s vassals.

There may be a couple of problems with this.  First, when people referred to the Congo they did not bring to mind the progressive aspect of the project as outlined first by Stanley and then promulgated by King Leopold.  Whatever the merits and intentions of the original project, what people referred to was just the horror of a state run imperial project that deprived people of lives and limbs in the name of simple profit.  It was the image described by William Sheppard in 1899 of 81 hands smoking on a slow fire in order that they would be preserved as evidence that cartridges supplied by Europeans had not been wasted. So the progressive intentions of Delta planters do not really help to make the Congo metaphor stick for their region. 

Second, once Woodruff describes the development of the alluvial empire it is clear that the way that the empire became established was not simply on the basis of exploitation and brutality as the Congo metaphor suggests.  Indeed, it was founded in negotiation, to which African Americans were a party – particularly in their demands, which were met, that they be given land as sharecroppers.  As the planters began to push for greater profits and consolidation of their position at the expense of their laborers, when they faced resistance from those workers, and when they found themselves blocked by the federal government from imposing outright peonage on their labor, they then turned towards violence.  By contrast, violence was the basis for the system of capitalist accumulation in the Congo.  Leopold’s goons used terror against whole villages to ensure that they produced the labor and goods that were desired. 

If there is a problem here it may lie in the fact that Woodruff wants to use “American Congo” as a synonym for “Mississippi Delta,” and does so on about twenty occasions throughout the book.  Doing so suggests that there really is some equivalence between the two places.  However, it seems to me that she is closer throughout the book to establishing a more general comparison with empire and colonialism.  A passage at the end of the chapter, “Forging of the Alluvial Empire,” makes this case perfectly.  She writes:

As the alluvial empire materialized on the eve of WWI, its contours were not so much different from those of other western empires: a wealthy and powerful few lived off the sweat of a predominantly “coloured” labor force.  The accumulation of capital in the Delta had led, as it had in other regions of the world, to oppressive labor conditions that drew on peonage, convict labor, and eventually murder and torture.  As in other colonies, workers were stripped of any access to citizenship.  They had no legal rights, and not only did they lose the fruits of their own labor, but they also lacked the basic protection of civil rights.  People worked without pay, people disappeared, and no one was held accountable.  The enlightened face of progressivism and science that characterized the early-twentieth-century culture of the region masked an oppressive racism.

What this really describes is colonialism, or at least one interpretation of it.  This is not the Congo metaphor; this is empire.  Now, where Woodruff enters into debates about empire and colonialism she does so using Cooper and Stoler, as the title of her chapter “Tensions of Empire,” would suggest.  But doing this, I think, further weakens the Congo metaphor as this approach is very much tied to notions of agency, a point I will return to in a minute. 

The origin of the Congo metaphor lies in the campaign undertaken by E.D. Morel, a former British shipping clerk who had worked in Brussels, in the report published by Roger Casement in 1902 of widespread mutilation, forced labor, and murder occurring in the Congo Free State, and in the publication of Joseph Conrad’s The Heart of Darkness, also in 1902.  It is important to note, I believe, that Casement was a consular official sent to investigate conditions in the Congo by the British Government.  As such, the origin of the metaphor was tied more to the continuance of empire, than to any conception of its eradication.  The report was generated to promote reform of outright abuses, and reflected the self-satisfaction of the British with regard to what they did in their own empire.  The Congo report, and the metaphor derived from it, validated empire more than it threatened it.  Those nations who were quick to admonish the Belgians, especially the British, could describe their own empires as much different from, and more progressive than, that of King Leopold.  Indeed, the idea of an imperial continuum, and its appeal to us even today, is in part a product of an archive that was put in place to situate the British and their empire at one end, and everyone else and their empires along down the line towards the Belgian Congo.

This comparative frame is a key aspect of empire and colonialism that needs to be remembered.  The horrors of one fragment could be used to validate other not quite so horrific instances of abuse.  Past excesses, like slavery, could be used to make anything not quite so blatantly inhumane, not quite so systemic, seem more palatable.  As such, there is a very real way in which empire and colonialism depend upon the metaphorical Congo for their continued existence – so that the metaphor of an American Congo, were it to have been used liberally at the time, would be very powerful indeed, just as the notion of Mississippi itself as the worst area of the South was very powerful both for those who opposed the Jim Crow South and those who, while wanting it to continue, wished to validate their progressive version of it.  Indeed, even the proponents of the alluvial empire clearly wished to promote their South as different, and not as bad as other sections of the South.

This use of the Congo, I think, helps explain Roger Casement’s own trajectory into a position of being at war with the British Empire.  It seems clear that he came to see his work as not bringing about change, especially after the failure to convince the British and American officials to reform their capitalists who were establishing their own shop of horrors in the Putamayo, and that he began to realize that reform within empire would not work – certainly not for the Irish anyway.  As such, the idea of a Congo, or at least the continuum that is implied within it, needs to be questioned, and I think the evidence in Woodruff’s book speaks admirably to this problematic.

The way in which metaphors are used is very important indeed, and, as I said, if this metaphor of the Congo had traction at this time it would be very revealing about who was using it and for what purpose.  And, clearly, one would think that since Mississippi was often considered the worst area of the Jim Crow South, such a metaphor would have had some purchase; and yet this does not appear to be the case.  The basis for the use of this metaphor in this book is an article by a member of the NAACP in “The Nation.”  William Pickens called the Mississippi River Valley the American Congo in his article describing the lynchings that had occurred in 1921.  The article itself appears to have been focused on the lynchings and did not elaborate the ways in which the region actually resembled the Congo.  All the other newspapers that make appearances in this work, the Chicago Defender and the NAACP’s and Du Bois’s The Crisis in particular, apparently failed to make this comparison, even though to have done so might have been effective politically.  As such the metaphor does not seem to have had much traction, and the reason why it may not have done is that it wasn’t evident to people that the comparison actually worked in the case of the Mississippi Delta. 

But were people at the time overlooking the potential of a metaphor that seemed to characterize this region?  It is interesting that Woodruff’s work tries to do two things: one is highlight the plight of people in the Mississippi Delta, comparing them to the Congo, and the other is describe the ways in which these people resisted their conditions and brought about change – bringing the tension to empire.  Is there perhaps a contradiction in these two impulses?  For the ability to bring about change, that Thompsonian agency effect, is in many ways one of the things that distinguishes the resident of the Mississippi Delta from that of the Belgian Congo, at least in terms of situating them on our imperial continuum. Woodruff writes of the brand of imperialism she is describing:

And yet the imperialism and the human carnage it wrought did not go unchallenged by those whose lives were being transformed or destroyed.  Slaves, peasants, plantation workers, and those who labored in other extractive industries, such as mining, timber, and rubber, fought their oppression in numerous ways, seeking to protect their land and families against the intrusion of capitalism and white racism.

But does this Social History model, which we seem comfortable applying to colonialism and imperialism and through which we feel obliged to empower our workers, work for the real Congo?  It may or may not have done, but empowerment was certainly not on the minds of those who created and deployed the Congo metaphor: the heart of darkness was supposed to be a black hole for human agency, it was a severed head on the end of the pike, agency was entirely absent.  Here again, the use of the metaphor might be very instructive in telling us, not so much about real representations of human agency, whatever that abstraction might translate into, but rather about who could gain empowerment and under what circumstances.  Indeed, there are hints of this in the quote that I just used.  People, according to Woodruff, “fought their oppression in numerous ways, seeking to protect their land and families against the intrusion of capitalism and white racism.”  The historian’s denial of agency, the denial of historiographical rights, of particular kinds would register as being unwarranted, if they were directed against the capitalist or white supremacist system.  But the oppression of someone within the family who is being protected from capitalism might not register; nor perhaps would the effort of someone who, instead of fighting against the oppression, worked within the system to protect him or herself and his or her family, by exploiting and humiliating others who were oppressed.

A related point to this is the fact that lynching is a specific phenomenon tied to time and space.  I am reminded of the similarities drawn between the Jim Crow South and Apartheid South Africa, once in vogue.  John Cell, if I recall correctly, questioned the comparison, pointing to the fact that the South African system was constitutionally guaranteed and protected by the state with the backing of the police, whereas the Jim Crow South was tempered by the Constitution, by laws against peonage and notions (even if not adhered to) of separate but equal.  In such a situation, where the oppressed had certain rights – the right to move and ownership of property, for example – lynching, mob rule, and other forms of terrorism stepped in to ensure that such rights remained circumscribed.  In South Africa, pass laws and residential apartheid, backed up by the police made such informal terror largely unnecessary.  The police could kill a Steve Biko if necessary, they didn’t need a mob to do the work for them; they also didn’t need to stage the humiliation of black labor – it was written into everyday existence.  Similar comments might be made about the Congo and the Mississippi Delta.  State functionaries were doing the killing and maiming in order to establish certain labor conditions.  The violence was not done in response to perceived advancement of Africans protesting particular conditions and bringing political pressure to bear in their favor.  The irony here, then, is that what makes the Mississippi Delta seem most akin to the Congo is the very thing that distinguished the two regions and brings into question the notion of a Congo continuum altogether.  For it is the growing power of the African American labor that provokes the anxiety for the planter, which in turn leads to the massacre at Elaine and the various horrific lynchings described throughout the book. 

Where does this all lead?  It may lead us to wonder whether the Congo metaphor itself, with its implicit assumptions about degrees of harshness of different systems of exploitation, is something that we may need to move beyond – for the anxious planter can produce conditions of terror in many different environments and conditions of exploitation – from the seemingly liberal and progressive to the draconian and reactionary. It may also lead us to wonder about the historically contingent nature of labels and metaphors.  They are used for specific purposes and with different effects in different times and places.  These have to be understood and analyzed closely.  We have to be careful how we might use a particular metaphor to characterize a region, as for all its descriptive strengths it may blur as much as it is reveals.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Fifty-five: A Year in the Short Life of Henry Thomson

If you are interested, and surely you must be after my astoundingly intriguing prospectus -- "An Imperial Family", then take a look at the first few pages of Henry Maxwell Thomson's illustrated journal of the year 1886. You can find it here. Click on the frontispiece and you can take a look at a few pages inside.

Fifty-four: An Imperial Family: The Thomsons, 1750-1960



Just found this prospectus for a book as I was rummaging through a box of old materials. It was written in late 1995, when Empire and things imperial were fairly new -- cutting edge even. I wrote it in a vain attempt to seem like a British historian, since I certainly didn't seem to be an African-American one. I am still working on parts of this. I intend to finish this history, but in the short term I have penned a screenplay of a movie set in Tasmania, a short screenplay featuring doctors in London and Philadelphia, and half a novel on... well, it is a fictionalized version of parts of this. 

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This work covers six generations of the Thomson family from roughly the 1750s to post-World War II Britain. The story is unique for a number of reasons: for its perspective, which enlarges the boundaries of British history to make the Empire a central part of the story; for its focus on Scots in that empire – about whom much has been said concerning their role in forging empire, but little shown; for its scope, which ranges from 18th-century Savannah, Georgia, to mid-19th-century Ceylon, to Egypt and Fiji at the turn of the 20th century, and back to England in the late twentieth; for its wide range of themes, from the consolidation of medical practices, to education, legal practice, art, literature, history, Orientalism, and the roles of women in British families and society; and last but not least, for its endeavor to bring ordinary individuals to life through their own private papers, journals and photographs.

At first glance, the family may seem unremarkable and only a few of its members have made it into The Dictionary of National Biography or The Encyclopaedia Britannica. The outline, the approach, and the scope all resemble the narrative of The Sassoons (Stanley Jackson, Dutton, 1968), but there is no Siegfried; or those of Dreyfus: A Family Affair (Michael Burns, HarperCollins, 1991), without “the affair.” But to the extent that this is so (and there are many noteworthy people in this study) this is one of the points of the story. There were many families like the Thomsons in the British Empire’s heyday, formed and allowed to thrive within, even soar over expanding imperial horizons, and then brought down to the ground with a firm thud as those horizons drew inward. Moreover, while the members of this particular family did not change the course of British History, events that did just this seemed to occur around them.

And by “British” here, I mean the Empire. For what this work demonstrates is the centrality of empire to the lives of average middle-class family in Britain throughout the 19th and early 20th century. This family history confirms recent [now not so recent] scholarship [see, for example, C.A. Bayly’s Imperial Meridian (Longman, 1989), Linda Colley’s Britons (Yale, 1992), Paul Gilroy’s Black Atlantic (Verso, 1993), Catherine Hall’s White, Male and Middle Class (Routledge, 1992), or Antoinette Burton’s, Burdens of History (Duke, 1995) [Not to mention my own Inside Out, Outside In (Macmillan, 2000) which has come out since I wrote this in 1995], which places British history in an imperial framework. It intends, therefore, to complement the view of the English middle-class family found in Leonore Davidoff’s and Catherine Hall’s Family Fortunes (U. Chicago, 1987). The existence of empire is seen shaping the experiences of the Thomsons, and also molding the very nature and definition of the family itself.

Having noted that many of the individuals may appear unremarkable, the list of their achievements is considerable. The first person of note is Anthony Todd Thomson, who as one of the founders of University College Hospital in London made a significant impact on developments in the study and practice of medicine during the first part of the nineteenth century. Anthony Todd’s second wife, Katherine Byerley Thomson, one of the Byerley sisters of Warwick, who established the Avonbank school and who were cousins of the Wedgwood family, became a widely-known author of historical romances. While her name has now been dropped from the canon and she is largely forgotten, between 1820 and her death in 1862 she was one of the leading popular historians, publishing over thirty volumes in innumerable editions on both sides of the Atlantic. One of her sons, John Cockburn, was the first person to translate the Bhagavadgita from the Mahabharata into English, and he studied with the leading Orientalists at Oxford before drowning at the early age of twenty-seven (he also was a close childhood friend of Edward Bulwer Lytton’s son, Robert, who went on to be the Viceroy of India, and he had a very strange connection to the death Robert’s sister, Emily, who died in 1848, aged 19). Another son, Henry William Byerley, became a judge in Ceylon and helped to shape legal practices on the Indian sub-continent and around the empire.

The scope of the project is large therefore. It begins, as I noted, in Savannah, just prior to the American Revolution where Alexander Thomson served as Postmaster General. It follows Alexander’s marriage and experiences as a loyalist during the war, and his return to Edinburgh after it. In Edinburgh, it turns to the story of his sons’ early years, growing up and getting an education at Edinburgh University: the elder brother, William John, would become a noted portrait painter in Edinburgh (a famous portrait of Elizabeth Gaskell – his sister would become her step-mother – was one of his), the younger son was a doctor. The book then describes Anthony Todd’s connections with the Edinburgh intellectuals, such as Lords Brougham and Cockburn, at a time when The Edinburgh Review was just being established as a leading shaper of political opinion throughout the British Empire. The story moves on to London where Anthony Todd established his Sloane Street practice (becoming the physician for, among other people, Elizabeth Stevenson, later Gaskell), and we observe the prodigious growth of University College Hospital, which would make a considerable contribution to the spread of medical practices around the British Empire.

With Anthony’s second marriage to Katherine Byerley in 1820 we are introduced to London’s literary society. The circle around the Thomsons included many notable figures, among them Campbell, Wilkie, Jeffrey, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Sir James Mackintosh, Thackeray, Browning, and especially the most revered poetess of her day, L.E.L. (Letitia Elizabeth Landon, 1802-1838), with whom Katherine became a close confidant. L.E.L. married a young soldier and went off to live with him at a British station in West Africa (overseeing the eradication of the slave trade) and within a few days was found poisoned. The account of this event and the subsequent inquest in London reveals a great deal about race, class and gender practices in England when Queen Victoria ascended to the throne. The fact that the medicine chest from which the poison came was provided to L.E.L. by Anthony Todd Thomson is also intriguing.

The story then moves to France, where Anthony Francis became a clergyman for the English community in Normandy, and to Ceylon, where Henry William Byerley was a practicing judge. Meanwhile, we find John Cockburn at Oxford undertaking Oriental studies before moving to Paris with his mother (following his father’s death), where he co-authored historical studies with her until his accident. This generation also included Marion Jane, wife of Captain Ivan Andrea Herford, a participant in both the Crimean War and in the putting down of the “Indian Mutiny” (one of the most pivotal events in nineteenth-century British history).

Anthony Francis Thomson’s many children (10 in all) widened the horizons of the family still further. Captain Anthony Standidge served in the merchant navy, and traveled the world over laying telegraph cable (something that would leater be crucial to the outcome of the First World War). Among his records are a ship’s log from 1870 and two photograph albums, including many pictures of the members of his and his parents’ generations and places from Georgetown, British Guiana, through Europe and Africa, to Fiji, where Francis Byerley served on a sugar plantation overseeing Indian indentured laborers. Ernest Malcolm was a Lieutenant in the Navy, Arthur Victor was an insurance broker in Cairo, and Henry Maxwell was an art student in London until his death from consumption at the age of nineteen.

Besides Katherine Byerley there were many other women in the family who achieved prominence in their own right, or who through marriage extended the imperial connections further – notably those with the Herfords, Maxwells, and Rennell Rodds. A chapter, therefore, deals specifically with the roles of women in this imperial family and more generally with the nature of gender roles in the Victorian empire.

Among the wide range of sources tapped for this study are the many published works by members of the family: Anthony Todd wrote numerous volumes on medicine and botany (an edited an edition of the poet James Thomson’s The Seasons); Katherine Byerley authored histories, novels, and a memoir; Anthony Francis wrote a study of the English schoolroom; Byerley worked in law and wrote guides to help people choosing a profession, as well as studies of military defense; Cockburn was the Orientalist, but he also published a studies of Reformatory Schools and of life at Oxford University; Henrietta followed her mother in writing historical romances; and lastly, Anthony Standidge wrote on shipping. There are other unpublished works which include Anthony Todd’s journal of a tour through England and the Scottish Highlands in 1823, Anthony Standidge’s ship’s log and photograph albums, and Henry Maxwell’s illustrated journal of 1886 (a year noted for riots and other important events in London), and other illustrated story books. There are many other contemporaneous works of relevance, particularly relating to the Byerleys (Mrs. Parkes, the world-renowned author on domesticity was Katherine’s sister), and the many members of the Sloane literary circle.

So that’s an introduction of sorts to a book that is still in progress. Check back and you should see more of it taking shape in different guises.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Fifty-three: The Walrus was Paul



In the section of my paper, “Empire, Class and Culture,” called “My Dinner with Andre,” I described a visit that I made to another historian’s house, during which I discussed a paper I had recently published. The paper was “The Empire and Mr. Thompson: The Making of Indian Princes and the English Working Class.” It had been published in the Economic and Political Weekly in Mumbai, and it described how empire had been erased from The Making of the English Working Class (now reaching its fifty-year anniversary). It further described the work of E.P. Thompson’s father, Edward, who had lived in India and wrote several histories of the subcontinent, thereby making the erasure that much more ironic (particularly given the titles of the two men’s seminal texts).

My host had been somewhat upset with me during my visit, and he had also been extremely condescending – who was I to say? etc. He, after all, knew E.P.; he had even housesat with him, on the occasion that E.P. had visited India – the occasion that was described by E.P. in Writing by Candlelight. So he knew E.P., and it was completely out of the question that he could have done any of the things that I suggested in my article.

“Empire, Class, and Culture” had become a paper written following this interaction, and it had been presented at St. Anthony’s College in Oxford. It had caused considerable consternation there. David Montgomery and his ilk were apoplectic, as was one of the organizers of the conference – who ensured that the paper did not get included in the volume that would be published from the conference (Racializing Class, Classifying Race).

The one question I was asked again and again, by the younger members of the conference who liked my paper, and who had each had their own experience of being talked down to by more senior members of the profession, was the about the identity of my host. “Who was Andre?” they all wanted to know.

Well, I didn’t want to say, because I was a junior faculty member and didn’t feel secure in my position at the time. The person, Alan Dawley, was an exceedingly nice man, and in retrospect he probably enjoyed the interaction with me – but he was also one of many labor historians who felt what I had to say was not permissible. Pleasant or not, serving cherry pie or not, I didn’t feel comfortable going public with my piece in that kind of way.

I regretted it when I heard he had died later. He was obviously a great historian in his own right. And I was a mere peon who probably didn’t deserve to wipe his boots. But, then we were talking about the making of the English working class, and not the making of Indian princes, so such refinements probably shouldn’t have detained me.

Oh well.