Trimblerigg : $b A book of revelationHousman, Laurence
Religion
Trimblerigg : $b A book of revelation
Housman, Laurence
Clergy -- Fiction; Romans à clef; Satire
It was that holiday feeling, coming after the bad time they had been
through under the old system--a holiday feeling which even the chiefs,
stimulated by bribes, could not control--which did the mischief; for
it came inopportunely just at the time when, five thousand miles away,
civilization had become imperilled by causes with which the Puto-Congo
natives had nothing whatever to do. If civilization was so imperilled
all the better for them.
It was all very unfortunate: for while the fact that civilization
was at war did not make civilization more valuable to the natives of
Puto-Congo, it did make the natives and their trade-produce very much
more valuable to civilization. Quite half-a-dozen things which they
had unwillingly produced under forced labour in the past--rubber was
one--had now become military necessities. It was no longer a mere
question of profits for shareholders--civilization itself was at
stake. Production had suddenly to be brought back to the thirty per
cent standard; and that holiday feeling, so natural but so untimely in
its incidence, was badly in the way. And so powers were given (which
are not usually given to commercial concerns--though sometimes taken)
and under government authority--a good deal at the instigation of Mr.
Trimblerigg--the Puto-Congo Combine became exalted and enlarged into
the Imperial Chartered Ray River Territory Company, which was in fact
a provisional government with powers of enlistment civil and military,
of life and death, and the making and administration of whatever laws
might be deemed necessary in an emergency.
Endowed with these high powers, the Directors at home, with every
intention to use them circumspectly and in moderation, instructed their
commissioners accordingly. But when the commissioners got to work
they found, in the face of ‘that holiday feeling,’ that moderation
did not deliver the goods. And since the goods had to be delivered,
lest the world should be lost to democracy, they took advantage of the
censorship which had been established against the promulgation of news
unfavourable to the moral character of their own side, and took the
necessary and effective means to deliver them. And when the profits
once more began to rise, these did not go to the shareholders but to
the Government as a form of war-tribute, and that, of course, made it
morally all right--for the ten per cent shareholders at any rate--since
they knew nothing about it.
And thus, for three or four years, Puto-Congo natives did their bit,
losing their own lives at an ever-increasing death-rate, and saving
democracy which they did not understand, for that other side of the
world which they did not know. They got no war-medals for it and no
promotion; nor were any reports of those particular casualties printed
in the papers. Enough that the holiday feeling went off, and the goods
were delivered. Over the rest, war-conditions and war-legislation drew
a veil, and nothing was said.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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