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Winston Churchill has as good a claim as anyone to have been the best statesman of the 20th century. However while his standing is stable, it has never been uncontested. In his life he had been denounced at different occasions by Communists and Nazis, reactionaries and progressives, including many members of the parties which he represented one time or another. Now he is frequently criticised as an imperialist or even a Zionist, blamed for famine from India, also has”racist” graffiti daubed on his statue in Westminster. Does he deserve the insults of posterity any longer than that he did those of his contemporaries?
A good place to search for an reply to this question is Churchill’s early novel The River War, a new version of which has recently been published by St. Augustine’s Press. He was just 24 when he wrote that this Historical Account of the Reconquest of the Soudan, however he was already a seasoned veteran of battle in 2 continents: a soldier, a war correspondent, and also a published writer, all which he saw as prep for a political career. Most importantly, he had been a Victorian, together with all the attitudes of the age. Just an extraordinary man could have achieved so much at such a tender age, but in the England of 1899, jingoistic assumptions about the excellence of”civilised” peoples were all too ordinary and the young Winston should be judged so.
Churchill in the Clash of Civilisations
When political Islam took centre stage after the 9/11 terror attacks, a quotation from The River War went viral. The passage reads as follows:
Improvident habits, slovenly systems of agriculture, sluggish techniques of commerce, and insecurity of property exist wherever the followers of the Prophet rule or live. A degraded sensualism deprives this life of its grace and refinement; the next of its dignity and sanctity. The very fact that in Mohammedan law every woman must belong to some man as his absolute property–either as a child, a wife, or a concubine–needs to delay the final extinction of slavery until the faith of Islam has ceased to be a excellent power among men.
Churchill concedes that”individual Moslems may show splendid qualities” and many have fought to get the Queen, but he insists that”no stronger retrograde force exists in the world”
Taken out of context, this tirade could cause the unwary to suppose that Churchill was an enemy of Islam of their most intense type. In fact, his outburst appears to have been prompted by nothing more than the fatalism of a Muslim train driver in the face of a technical mistake that a resourceful British officer managed to repair. One should not read too much into a passage he made a decision to cut from later variants. There’s not any denying the power of the young Churchill’s prose–which owes much to Edward Gibbon, even though the writer of The Fall and Fall of the Roman Empire was an admirer of both Islam. However, a modem writer who submitted such a provocative text into his publisher may be advised that he had been risking ostracism or worse.
On the other hand, the reader who suffers to the conclusion, over more than a million pages, will probably realize that Churchill was far more hostile to the Muslim themes of his book than this isolated passage could indicate. Elsewhere, he is fair and respectful towards the followers of the Mahdi, Mohammed Ahmed, and his successor, the Khalifa Abdullahi. He praises their guts and his strength:”They fought for a cause to which they have been devoted, and to get a ruler in whose reign they acquiesced.” He’s sympathetic to the Mahdist uprising against”the yoke of the Turks” and that he insists that the Dervishes were not savages, but had complicated associations of their own: they”could under happier conditions and with tolerant guidance develope [sic] to a virtuous and law-abiding community” Churchill’s experience with both African and Indian troops fighting on the other hand taught him segregation on racial or religious grounds in the military world was unjustifiable. This, remember, had been half a century before President Truman came to the same decision and abolished it from the US armed forces.
The River War is really a severe monograph on a neglected episode of history, a vivid firsthand accounts of a formative experience in its writer’s lifetime, and also a cracking good story, too.Moreover, Churchill subjects his own comrades and countrymen into strictures no less severe than their foes. Not only political competitions, such as Gladstone, but the victorious commander-in-chief, Sir Herbert (afterwards Lord) Kitchener, receives continuing criticism. Referred to by his Egyptian title of”Sirdar,” Kitchener is castigated for taking revenge on the Dervish disciples of the Mahdi, specifically for destroying his memorial and exhuming his remains. Churchill robustly condemns such merciless measures and gives modern readers, who’ll remember campaigns against Islamist foes in our own time, food for thought.
Glimpses of Greatness
However, The River War is well worth reading not only to satisfy oneself that Churchill does not deserve the anachronistic obloquy heaped upon him by zealots of the cancel civilization. It is a severe monograph on a neglected episode of history, a vibrant firsthand accounts of a formative experience in its writer’s lifetime, and also a cracking good story, too. His skills of endurance, conclusion, and observation, his insatiable curiosity and desire for adventure are already evident. So are the vivid turns of phrase that pepper nearly every page, foreshadowing the wartime oratory of 40 decades later. In this novel, possibly for the first time in Churchill’s career, there is an inkling of the greatness to emerge.
All these intimations of immortality are apparent when he arouses the minutes of high drama. One of the climactic incidents in Victorian imperial history was the death of General Charles Gordon in 1885. Indeed, the 1896 campaign chronicled here, though it happened over a decade afterwards, was in effect a punitive expedition to avenge him. Having deplored the sack of Khartoum–“a filthy thing raked out of the ashes of their last”–Churchill increases to the occasion in his depiction of the denouement:
1 mob of Dervishes created their way into the palace. Gordon came out to meet them. The entire courtyard was filled with wild, harlequin figures and sharp, glistening blades. He attempted a parley. He understood his influence on native races. Perhaps he expected to save the lives of a few of the people. Perhaps because supreme moment imagination flashed another film before his eyes: and he found himself confronted with all the false prophet of a false religion, confronted with all the European prisoners who’d’denied their Lord’, offered the choice between passing or the Koran; saw himself facing that barbarous circle using a fanaticism equivalent to, and a courage greater than their own…. It was not to be. Mad with all the joy of victory and religious frenzy, they rushed upon him , while he disdained to fire his revolver, stabbed him at many places. His body dropped down the steps and lay–a twisted pile –in the foot. There was decapitated. The head was transported to the Mahdi. The trunk was stabbed over and over by the infuriated critters, till nothing but a shapeless bundle of flesh and bloody rags remained of what had been a great and famous person and the envoy of her Britannic Majesty.
Not content with this particular spectacle of martyrdom, Churchill adds a test that traces in Gordon’s mercurial character and erratic behaviour:”The doubt of his own moods could have frequently influenced the soundness of his remarks, but not frequently the justness of his own activities.” Privately, he had been far more crucial, but this passage would have raised eyebrows among Victorians who saw Gordon as an almost saintly figure.
A Worthy Edition
The new critical edition of The River War is really a fantastic monument, worthy of its great writer. It is a labor of love by a single intrepid and meticulous American Churchill scholar, James W. Muller, who has been focusing on it for well over 30 decades. He it was who first realised that the rare first edition of The River War had been a work in two volumes, although later versions, where almost every Churchill expert had depended, were in reality, abridgements, cut by seven full chapters and substantial areas of the remainder in order to be compressed to a single quantity. Here, he restores the entire text, printing the excised passages and chapters in red. He includes the superb original illustrations by Angus McNeill, who had accompanied the expedition, and the maps picked by Churchill himself. There’s also a delightful and educational foreword by the late Mary Soames, Churchill’s granddaughter. The editor’s personal debut, which runs into over 200 pages, is a triumph, conjuring up the entire biographical and historical hinterland, along with a vindication of Churchill against some of the accusers’ more egregious indictments. No editor could have been expected to do much more; but this is by no way that he has finished.
For Professor Muller also supplies an erudite, though never obtrusive, editorial device, which adds considerably to the reader’s delight in those elegant volumes. The footnotes are miniature gems of scholarship, although the appendices amount into a book in their own right. Besides almost 100 pages added by Churchill himself, the editor adds almost 400 longer: the paper accounts to the Morning Post which Churchill sent home by the war, and which later supplied the raw material for his novel; following reports of the campaign in later functions; an unpublished sketchbook by McNeill; and a draft manuscript of the Gordon chapter, which was discovered in Churchill’s archive. The latter shows how the final version, extracted previously, was influenced by Churchill’s meeting with Sir Evelyn Baring, afterwards Lord Cromer, who had known Gordon well but didn’t share the general adulation. By offering such voluminous background substances, Professor Muller empowers us to appreciate just how much more nuanced Churchill’s historical and political judgements became throughout the year he devoted to investigating and writing the novel. By the time he’d finished with it, this”innovative Tory” was to a journey which would lead him to combine the Liberals a few decades later. Perhaps this explains why he had been more critical of their dwelling Kitchener compared to those deceased Gordon. Whichever party he belonged to, Churchill wasn’t a reactionary and always generous towards conquered enemies.
The final word must be using Churchill himself. Though he recalled this experience in his memoir My Early Life, the wealth of detail provided in The River War is incomparably greater–though a lot of it had been cut from later variants, including this remarkable passage, revived into posterity by the assiduous and amiable Jim Muller:
The entire scene flickered like a cinematograph image; and moreover, I remember no audio. The event seemed to pass in absolute silence. The cries of the enemy, the cries of the soldiers, the shooting of many shots, the clashing of sword and spear, were unnoticed by the sensations, unregistered by the brain. Some others say exactly the exact same. Perhaps it is feasible for the whole of a man’s faculties to be focused in the eye, bridle-hand and trigger-finger, and withdrawn from the rest of the areas of the body.