Here is one story. Once upon a time there was a District Officer and
there was his district, and for some reason they did not seem to agree.
At least the district did not like its Head. It felt uneasy, and it
became restive, and at last it complained. It took up many grievances,
and amongst them was this: "There is a good deal of building wanted in
various parts, and there is timber and there are sawyers, but no
licences can be obtained. When the Head comes round on tour we ask
him, but he always refuses. So all building work is stopped."
An Inspecting Officer went to inquire, and he began with this
complaint: "Why do you refuse them sawpit licences when on tour?" he
asked.
"I don't," the Head replied.
"They say you do."
"But they never even applied; so how could I refuse?" he answered.
"Very well," said the Inspecting Officer, "let's see the file of your
petitions received."
A clerk brought it out, and there--written in Burmese, of course--were
many sawpit applications, and below each, written by the Head, was his
endorsement:
"I cannot allow more guns to be issued."
Then the machine of government was far less perfected than it is now.
There were, of course, laws and rules and there was supervision, but to
nothing like the present extent. The district officer then had a
personality. He was required to have one, for local conditions
differed more than they do now and he had far more latitude. Moreover,
the machine being less effective he depended a great deal upon his
personal influence to keep the place quiet and get things done. He
could not ask for orders because there was no telegraph, and he could
not get help quickly because there were no railways. Therefore he was
obliged to acquire a personal knowledge of people and peoples, of
individuals and castes and races, which, he thinks, is not so necessary
now. The result was that all laws and orders passed through his
personality before reaching the people, thus acquiring a humanity and
reasonableness that is now impossible. He studied his district and he
used his powers, legal and otherwise, as he found best. If he found a
law harsh--and in the last resort all laws are so--he would ameliorate
its action. Nowadays he cannot do that. In the old days he
administered, as best he could, justice; now he administers law--a very
wide difference. Thus he was forced by circumstances to acquire a
knowledge and a sympathy which are unattainable to-day; for you only
learn things by doing them.
The old district officers were known personally by name and by
reputation all through their districts. The people looked to them for
help and understanding, and protection as much against the rigidity and
injustice of the laws as against other ills.
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