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At last, Kipling is saved from the ravages of political correctness
The Daily Telegraph ^ | May 13, 2003 | Andrew Roberts

Posted on 05/12/2003 6:09:40 PM PDT by bruinbirdman

'Take up the White Man's burden," Rudyard Kipling implored the Americans in 1899 as they began ruling the Philippines, hoping that they would better the lot of the inhabitants, whom he characterised as "new-caught, sullen peoples,/ Half devil and half child".

That poem has wrecked Kipling's standing with bien-pensant opinion ever since, but as the United States now bravely embarks on its much more modern form of empire-lite, his reinstatement as a serious political figure - as opposed to merely a pre-eminent phrase-coiner - has received a huge boost.

The Elizabeth Longford Historical Biography prize has been awarded to David Gilmour's superbly revisionist work The Long Recessional: The Imperial Life of Rudyard Kipling, which triumphantly succeeds in rescuing Kipling's reputation as a significant political thinker.

As the sole Tory reactionary among the judges - the others on the panel were Lady Antonia Fraser, Flora Fraser, Michael Holroyd and Ben Pimlott - I was delighted that Gilmour's argument received such admirably objective appreciation, as he attempted to save Kipling from the taunts of "racist" and "fascist" that have followed him down the decades in countless polytechnic Eng Lit seminars and Left-liberal literary drawing rooms.

The prize was set up in memory of Elizabeth Longford, who died last year aged 96 and whose many biographical subjects included the definitive works on Queen Victoria and the Duke of Wellington. The financier Peter Soros and his wife, Flora, Lady Longford's granddaughter and the biographer of Emma Hamilton and Queen Caroline, have very generously endowed the annual prize. Solely with biographers for its judges, the ELHB prize is set to become a tremendously prestigious award.

It is all the more satisfying that a scholarly work placing the poet laureate of the British Empire in his proper historical and political context should have won the inaugural prize, and won it unanimously. Only six years after his death in 1935, Kipling was declared to have "dropped out of modern literature" by the critic Edmund Wilson.

In 1942 George Orwell declared that "during five literary generations every enlightened person has despised him" as "morally insensitive and aesthetically disgusting". Although Kipling's aesthetic appeal, summed up by Philip Hensher as "his formal skill in verse and his visionary strangeness in prose", has long been revived by critics, his politics have continued to outrage the politically correct.

Until now. David Gilmour's scholarly and wide-ranging book establishes that, far from being a jingoistic drum-banger and racist flag-waver, Kipling held far more complex and subtle views about the Empire he loved. A racist would not have glorified Gunga Din in the way Kipling did, while a gung-ho wider-still-yet-wider imperialist would never have chosen Recessional as the title of his poem to mark Queen Victoria's ebullient 1897 Diamond Jubilee, in which Kipling warned of the day when "Far-called, our navies melt away/ On dune and headland sinks the fire".

The abuse of Kipling has been long and sustained, yet his works might prove our ideal cultural reference for the next stages of the war against terror: he warned that imperialists could only expect "the blame of those ye better,/ The hate of those ye guard".

Gilmour does a good job explaining the most notorious lines in the canon, in which Kipling seems to describe native peoples as "lesser breeds without the law". I have never believed anything other than that those lines referred to the Kaiser's Germans, who were giving imperialism a bad name in Africa and elsewhere by their brutal and arbitrary conduct.

It has been argued that "East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet" only referred to the irreconcilable points on the compass, whereas Kipling believed that easterners and westerners could meet as equals. Oscar Wilde's barb about Kipling's "superb flashes of vulgarity" more and more looks like a commonplace inversion of cliché, typical of the kind of gag on which so much of his over-lauded wit depended. Far from being vulgar, Kipling's writings on the British squaddie and British India show how much he idolised, but never idealised, those huge entities in his life.

Edward Said's 1993 book Culture and Imperialism denounced as "profoundly embarrassing" Kipling's masterpiece, Kim, the book that thrust the struggling journalist into the global limelight, but Gilmour has the courage not only profoundly to disagree but also to point out why it is a truly great book. Yet this is not primarily a work of literary criticism. As its subtitle suggests, it is a political examination of the poet's public life and actions.

Gilmour points out how often his subject was proved right in many, if not most, of his predictions. Kipling predicted the Boers would establish apartheid if they were allowed to; as early as the mid-1890s, he warned that the Kaiser would unleash an aggressive world war; he said that communal genocide in the Punjab would accompany any over-hasty transfer of power in India; and he denounced the appeasement of Adolf Hitler. It is a noble, but by no means exhaustive, list.

Of course, it is as the finest phrase-maker since Shakespeare that Kipling will be remembered; many of the phrases we associate with the First World War and its commemoration were his. Kipling sacrificed his beloved son John, who died at the Battle of Loos in 1915 serving with the Irish Guards, for the British imperial ideal; his body was never found. As Gilmour puts it, "John Kipling did not shame his kind", and it was a grieving father who chose many of the inscriptions for the war memorials, such as: "A Soldier of the Great War known unto God."

This chivalrous and well-researched resuscitation of Kipling as a political animal, as opposed to just a man of letters, convincingly absolves him from allegations of racism, fascism, homosexuality and any number of lesser accusations. A genuine hero has been restored to us, in an age that affects not to recognise the species. Best of all, perhaps, for a brand new prize with a sparkling future, for its quality of writing and fearlessness of opinion, Elizabeth Longford herself would have loved this book.


TOPICS: Culture/Society; United Kingdom
KEYWORDS: culture; empire; georgeorwell; kipling; literature; pc; rudyardkipling; whitemansburden
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To: bruinbirdman
Funny they should remember the "white man's burden" and forget "you're a better man than I am, Gunga Din." Kipling observed human foibles, and he was deeply aware that the white man in India brought an oversupply of those with them.
21 posted on 05/12/2003 7:00:34 PM PDT by eno_
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To: bruinbirdman
Kipling bump!
22 posted on 05/12/2003 7:05:40 PM PDT by tictoc (On FreeRepublic, discussion is a contact sport.)
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To: Graewoulf
Quite so. I've read a lot of Kipling, and he's no racist. I buy his books in the used bookshops, so I can get the horribly politically incorrect editions with the Hindu fire cross stamped on the binding.
23 posted on 05/12/2003 7:06:35 PM PDT by eno_
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To: Miss Marple
How did the British Empire and Britain herself end up as a result of her empire? I wonder who our "daddy" will be when we suffer the same fate. Republic- not an empire- forever.
24 posted on 05/12/2003 7:07:01 PM PDT by Burkeman1 (i)
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To: Graewoulf
In my humble, but ALWAYS correct opinion, one thing that "the white man's burden" is not is to "live and let live."

I like this Graewoulf. Thank you for the ping. Good to see you. I love Kipling's work.

25 posted on 05/12/2003 7:12:41 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: Billthedrill
Recessional! An old, old favorite. And somewhere about the time my increasingly apostate church purged it from their hymnal (over the "lesser breeds" line) -- I left for a church that retained it.
26 posted on 05/12/2003 7:22:58 PM PDT by Clint Williams
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To: eno_
Avtually thery don't know or remmeber anything of White man's burden apart from the title. And that's a conventient quote to attack the "imperialist, racist, Dead White Male"

Just as the can all quote "East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet" TO PROVE he was a racist, but don't know how it ends.

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face,
tho' they come from the ends of the earth!\

Yes he was an imperialist and thought the British and Roman Empires were, in the grand scheme of things, a good thing and civilizing forces, but his view was always on the people as indiviuals living their lives, rather that the "big picture" favoured by the Statists of both ends of the political spectrum.

The Absent-Minded Beggar
October 1899
This poem was written in October 1899 as a contribution to the Daily Mail's campaign to mobilize support for British soldiers during the Boer War.

When you've shouted "Rule Britannia," when you've sung "God save the Queen,"
When you've finished killing Kruger with your mouth,
Will you kindly drop a shilling in my little tambourine
For a gentleman in kharki ordered South?
He's an absent-minded beggar, and his weaknesses are great
-- But we and Paul must take him as we find him --
He is out on active service, wiping something off a slate --
And he's left a lot of little things behind him!
...
There are girls he married secret, asking no permission to,
For he knew he wouldn't get it if he did.
There is gas and coals and vittles, and the house-rent falling due,
And it's more than rather likely there's a kid.
There are girls he walked with casual. They'll be sorry now he's gone,
For an absent-minded beggar they will find him,
...
There are families by thousands, far too proud to beg or speak,
And they'll put their sticks and bedding up the spout,
And they'll live on half o' nothing, paid 'em punctual once a week
'Cause the man that earns the wage is ordered out.
He's an absent-minded beggar, but he heard his country call,
And his reg'ment didn't need to send to find him!

Sorta "walk with Kings, yet keep the common touch" (Who was it who said that?).

27 posted on 05/12/2003 7:25:10 PM PDT by Oztrich Boy (Paging Nehemiah Scudder:The Crazy Years are peaking. America is ready for you.)
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To: grantswank
Bump.
28 posted on 05/12/2003 7:25:40 PM PDT by Graewoulf
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To: bruinbirdman
"his beloved son John, who died at the Battle of Loos in 1915 serving with the Irish Guards, for the British imperial ideal; his body was never found"

I thought that the remains of Kipling's son were, a very few years ago, recently recovered. I could be wrong. He wrote a short story about his loss, "The Gardener" that, if it doesn't bring tears to your eyes, speaks poorly for your Faith and your humanity I choke up just thinking about it. At:

http://www.aftermath.ladybarn.co.uk/gardener.html
29 posted on 05/12/2003 7:27:15 PM PDT by drjoe
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To: bruinbirdman
'Take up the White Man's burden," Rudyard Kipling implored the Americans in 1899 as they began ruling the Philippines,

Interesting. I always supposed that was directed at the British upper class.

30 posted on 05/12/2003 7:28:59 PM PDT by Hugin
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To: Tax-chick
Yeah, he had a few lines for the feminists, didn't he? "A rag o'bone and a hank o'hair..."

Hand me a Cuba stout. Come to think of it, maybe Clinton can identify with him.
31 posted on 05/12/2003 7:40:13 PM PDT by Rocky
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To: drjoe
Kipling was a man of sentiment (Not that there's anything wrong with that)

I'm neither English or a Roman Centurion, but this seems to bring on my allergies (It not being manly to cry)

THE ROMAN CENTURION'S SONG

LEGATE, I had the news last night—my cohort ordered home
By ship to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome.
I've marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below:
Now let another take my sword. Command me not to go!

I've served in Britain forty years, from Vectis to the Wall
I have none other home than this, nor any life at all.
Last night I did not understand, but, now the hour draws near
That calls me to my native land, I feel that land is here.

Here where men say my name was made, here where my work was done,
Here where my dearest dead are laid—my wife—my wife and son;
Here where time, custom, grief and toil, age, memory, service, love,
Have rooted me in British soil. Ah, how can I remove?

For me this land, that sea, these airs, those folk and fields suffice.
What purple Southern pomp can match our changeful Northern skies,
Black with December snows unshed or pearled with August haze—
The clanging arch of steel-grey March, or June's long-lighted days?

You'll follow widening Rhodanus till vine and olive lean
Aslant before the sunny breeze that sweeps Nemausus clean
To Arelate's triple gate; but let me linger on,
Here where our stiff-necked British oaks confront Euroclydon !

You'll take the old Aurelian Road through shore-descending pines
Where, blue as any peacock's neck, the Tyrrhene Ocean shines.
You'll go where laurel crowns are won, but—will you e'er forget
The scent of hawthorn in the sun, or bracken in the wet?

Let me work here for Britain's sake—at any task you will—
A marsh to drain, a road to make or native troops to drill.
Some Western camp (I know the Pict) or granite Border keep,
Mid seas of heather derelict, where our old messmates sleep.

Legate, I come to you in tears—My cohort ordered home!
I've served in Britain forty years. What should I do in Rome?
Here is my heart, my soul, my mind—the only life I know.
I cannot leave it all behind. Command me not to go!

32 posted on 05/12/2003 7:46:22 PM PDT by Oztrich Boy (Paging Nehemiah Scudder:The Crazy Years are peaking. America is ready for you.)
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To: Rocky
Kipling would have no sympathy with our Feminazis, but all his writing is very sympathetic to the concerns of real women. I personally could deal with cigars, if the Dad wanted to smoke on the porch!
33 posted on 05/12/2003 7:52:17 PM PDT by Tax-chick (That's right - you're not from Oklahoma ...)
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To: bruinbirdman
There's not a literate soldier in the world who does not think Kipling the soldier's poet.

My personal favorite: Anything from Barrack Room Ballads, but especially this one:

The Grave of the Hundred Head

By Rudyard Kipling

There's a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There's a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun,
And there's Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.

A Snider squibbed in the jungle,
Somebody laughed and fled,
And the men of the First Shikaris
Picked up their Subaltern dead,
With a big blue mark in his forehead
And the back blown out of his head.

Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Jemadar Hira Lal,
Took command of the party,
Twenty rifles in all,
Marched them down to the river
As the day was beginning to fall.

They buried the boy by the river,
A blanket over his face --
They wept for their dead Lieutenant,
The men of an alien race --
They made a samadh in his honor,
A mark for his resting-place.

For they swore by the Holy Water,
They swore by the salt they ate,
That the soul of Lieutenant Eshmitt Sahib
Should go to his God in state;
With fifty file of Burman
To open him Heaven's gate.

The men of the First Shikaris
Marched till the break of day,
Till they came to the rebel village,
The village of Pabengmay --
A jingal covered the clearing,
Calthrops hampered the way.

Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Bidding them load with ball,
Halted a dozen rifles
Under the village wall;
Sent out a flanking-party
With Jemadar Hira Lal.

The men of the First Shikaris
Shouted and smote and slew,
Turning the grinning jingal
On to the howling crew.
The Jemadar's flanking-party
Butchered the folk who flew.

Long was the morn of slaughter,
Long was the list of slain,
Five score heads were taken,
Five score heads and twain;
And the men of the First Shickaris
Went back to their grave again,

Each man bearing a basket
Red as his palms that day,
Red as the blazing village --
The village of Pabengmay,
And the "drip-drip-drip" from the baskets
Reddened the grass by the way.

They made a pile of their trophies
High as a tall man's chin,
Head upon head distorted,
Set in a sightless grin,
Anger and pain and terror
Stamped on the smoke-scorched skin.

Subadar Prag Tewarri
Put the head of the Boh
On the top of the mound of triumph,
The head of his son below,
With the sword and the peacock-banner
That the world might behold and know.

Thus the samadh was perfect,
Thus was the lesson plain
Of the wrath of the First Shikaris --
The price of a white man slain;
And the men of the First Shikaris
Went back into camp again.

Then a silence came to the river,
A hush fell over the shore,
And Bohs that were brave departed,
And Sniders squibbed no more;
For the Burmans said
That a kullah's head
Must be paid for with heads five score.

There's a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There's a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun,
And there's Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.

34 posted on 05/12/2003 7:55:55 PM PDT by LouD
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To: LouD
Classic! In the Really Good collection of WWI poetry, "Up the Line to Death," the editor mentions that the officers picked up "modern" poetry, like Siegfried Sassoon and Rupert Brooke, but the ordinary soldiers loved Kipling!

His poems about his son are heartbreaking. Anyone who calls Kipling an unthinking imperialist or militarist is an idiot. His stories and poems capture the value of the individual soldier better than any literature I can think of.
35 posted on 05/12/2003 8:00:34 PM PDT by Tax-chick (That's right - you're not from Oklahoma ...)
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To: bruinbirdman
Well, if anyone wants *my* opinion of Kipling all they have to do is look at my screen name. (And if it rings no bells, go to my homepage, and read the poem there.)
36 posted on 05/12/2003 8:04:14 PM PDT by No Truce With Kings (The opinions expressed are mine! Mine! MINE! All Mine!)
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To: bruinbirdman
In 1911, the British province, Canada, was poised to sign a free trade agreement with the United States. Kipling said of the deal,
Canada is risking her soul -- if she pawns it she’ll become american.
Kipling as Pat Buchanan?

Or, I suppose, he hadn't considered conquering Quebec first.

37 posted on 05/12/2003 8:10:04 PM PDT by nicollo
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To: Graewoulf
Thanks for the ping Graewoulf. Even poetry has to be PC today.
38 posted on 05/12/2003 8:31:11 PM PDT by SAMWolf ((A)bort (R)etry (I)gnore?... Tried Ignore, still have the error.)
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To: eno_
I can get the horribly politically incorrect editions with the Hindu fire cross stamped on the binding.

Heh heh. I have the full set. Ain't it grand? ;-)

39 posted on 05/12/2003 8:33:55 PM PDT by AnAmericanMother (. . . there is nothing new under the sun.)
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To: bruinbirdman
Some very slight errors in this article.

"Lesser breeds without the law" referred to Leopold, King of the Belgians, who at the time had raised a tremendous scandal by his cynical exploitation and mass murder of the inhabitants of the Belgian Congo.

And in order to heighten the contrast, the author quotes George Orwell in a deceptive manner. Orwell's essay on Kipling began with the words quoted, but went on largely to rehabilitate Kipling. He has always had admirers (including of all people T.S. Eliot).

That said, it's high time that the myth of Kipling as racist imperialist running dog lackey of reaction was exploded.

40 posted on 05/12/2003 8:40:24 PM PDT by AnAmericanMother (. . . there is nothing new under the sun.)
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