Friday, September 2, 2016

GENERATIONS - FATHERS DAY IS ALMOST HERE

Great Grandfather Conrad BECKMANN
FAMED GERMAN PAINTER OF THE LATE 1800s
The 170 th anniversary of the birth in 1846 in Hannover Germany of my Mother's Grandfather - my Great Grandfather - Conrad Beckmann is only a little way behind us and tomorrow is Fathers Day.

The Generations tumble on, and he is now the Great Great Grandfather of our three children : Marianne, Justine and Matthew., and the Great Great Great Grandfather of our Grandchildren : Stephen,Josephine,Gabrielle and Anastasia DIXON, 
and Emily, Christopher and Daniel Whiting.

Great Grandad, you really started something! Thank God that you did , for you would be really proud to see how the shoot of the tree via your youngest son Wilhelm Toby Leonhardt Edward Beckmann flourished through his eldest child Elsie Georgina Beckmann ,not to mention other branches.

Congratulations on your Birthday just past and you will be remembered on Fathers Day.   Congratulations on the fact that your paintings are still coming to light via the Internet as late as a few days ago. Here is your Blog to prove it, and to tell all of your amazing story!http://conradbeckmann.blogspot.com.au/

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

"HANDSOME IS AS HANDSOME DOES"

CANADIAN PACIFIC RAILWAY STEAM LOCOMOTIVE 2816

AND IF THAT DOES NOT FIT YOUR IDEA OF HANDSOME
YOU ARE WRONG!
To-day , courtesy of my Wife, a childhood regular event came forcefully back into my mind. I must have been about 6 yrs old - just after the War (WW II), and, for some months in the late afternoon, I used to sit on the floor in our old fashioned eat-in Kitchen , right up against the black wooden cabinet of the upright Wireless  (Radio for you moderns!)And, with its numerically calibrated semi-circular dial softly glowing from the warm yellow light of its globe, I was entirely captivated by the broadcast of the serial play "Canadian Pacific" which came through the fancy cloth covering the speakers behind a simple wooden grill .

I was completely hooked on the heroic stories of the construction of the Canadian trans-continental railway, and its leading man the American born William Cornelius Van Horn. It was a tale of struggles against seemingly insuperable odds, and of ultimate costly victory.Just how great, how costly in terms of human lives - I had either forgotten or never fully appreciated.

Then, last week a Quilting friend of my wife Robyn , gave her a flyer advertising the I Max documentary "Rocky Mountains Express". Robyn brought it home and it was quickly agreed that we would see it on Saturday 20th August. This was a great and noble sacrifice for Robyn whose Steam Locomotive tolerance is......... not impressive(!).

We had to completely re-jig our Saturday because to-day is our fortnightly Supermarket shopping day. So we went into the City early in the morning  and sought to have our usual Coffee at "Pain Quotidien" in the Westfield Centre - only to find it has closed and will be replaced by a menswear store. Well, that is what happens when one's visits to the City are at many months intervals!  We finally found another old haunt the Coffee Shop on the basement Level of David Jones Department store . DJ's was originally founded in 1838, but lately has itself become a victim of change - it has been takenover by South African Woolworths (no connection to our WOOLWORTHS) and to add insult to injury , it is moving its Head Office to.......Melbourne (Aaaaaarrrrrgggggh!) and there is rumour of the Women's Store building being sold. (The only thing constant is change.) 

We then walked down to the I Max Theatre which is  in the Darling Harbour precinct and took a look at the new International Convention Centre and adjoining  new lofty International Hotel
View of the new International Convention Centre with the
adjoining International Hotel looming in the background.

We were still a tad early so we wandered around to kill time checking out the Darling Harbour Shopping Mall - a tourist trap writ large to see how it has fared with all the construction going on in its "backyard' - not so well it would seem , but I suppose they are hanging on until the new "neighbours" become operational and the glory days return (hopefully).


At last it was showtime and we trekked into the  I Max Theatre which we had only visited once before. The interior is quite striking as th picture shows:
Said to be the largest I Max Screen in the World - easy to say when you are at the "end of the Earth"!
From the very beginning the 45 minutes long film was enthralling. It features the very highest production values, extraordinary special photography and the scenery through which it passes is grandeur itself. After unusual scenes of close-ups on the locomotive in action, whether looking onto the huge 75 Inch 
Driving Wheels and the massive Connecting and Piston Rods moving slowly and then at speed which were awesome on the great I Max Screen. The film then covered the extraordinary history of the Canadian Pacific , its great leader the American born Cornelius Van Horn, the search for an acceptable route through the various massive mountain  ranges, the mistakes made, the tragic accidents, the routine deaths of the construction workers. The lengths to which they went in securing an acceptable route were astounding. But finally it was complete and then they faced the problem of operating it through the Canadian Winters. Easier said than done. In one of the previously unused Passes the line now used, they found that Winter snowfalls reached 60 feet!

The whole of this story is told with great authority and attention to detail and recognition for all those involved in its construction including the many Chinese labourers. The film also makes it clear how the Railway ensured the viability of Canada as a Nation and how the construction of its own tourist Hotel at Banff and Lake Louise for example made the Railway itself viable. It is an epic tale well told. And the magnificent hero of the telling is the great steam locomotive - now 80 years old- with which we thunder through long and dark tunnels, climb steep grades , fly across prairies and wend our way through improbable passes.

Did you not get the idea? It is a great movie awesome in many ways -including the awe -inspiring Canadian Rockies and the gorgeous turquoise waters of Lake Louise. Go - see it whenever it is showing and take your sons and grandsons with you!

Friday, August 19, 2016

MY FATHER CRYING : WHAT COULD IT MEAN?

Sixty Eight years ago to-day, my paternal Grandma died - at age Sixty - six years.Here is a Post from 2011 which covers what for Eight Years old me , was a sadly memorable event.


 My Dad John Joseph Dixon 
                                                      at about the age I was that 

                                                                      morning.........
                                                     
His Mother Eleanor Margaret Dixon
  taken the same day as Dad above.
Friday , 20th August, 1948:  I was asleep in my bed, just clear of the inward opening door of my bedroom at the front right hand side (facing), of our two bedroom timber cottage in Second Avenue Berala NSW. I was woken when the door opened hastily.

There stood my 41 years old Dad .A tumble of thoughts into my gathering consciousness : Dad doesn't wake me in the morning ( Shift work meant he was either at work, or not long in from work and sleeping at this hour),  why was his hat crammed on his head in the house? and....... what! My Dad was crying..... what could this mean?  "You'd better get up quick Anth, Ma has died",and he sobbed even more. 

Turmoil. Mum was already up at Grandma's which was in Third avenue just behind us and a tad higher on the gentle hill. Up I got, dressed quickly, no breakfast and round we went. The 1900 vintage cream painted timber house, had originally been much smaller, but had been added onto. Up the front steps into the hall and I was taken down to Mum who was busy holding the family together, consoling this one, calming that one, and meanwhile getting them fed. My maiden Aunt Nell who was a very good hearted soul, but at that stage of her life very tense, afflicted with a bad stutter, suggested while Dad was there, that I should be taken into Grandma's room to see her body. You can perhaps imagine my horror - at eight years of age - at the suggestion. I had no experience of death and I had no desire to see the Grandma I loved so devotedly , and who loved me , in death. I would NOT go in.

 Dad was too absorbed in grief to intervene, but mercifully Mum came across, asked what the fuss was, saw my reaction and put an end to that idea. I can't remember the rest of the day.

The funeral was some days later from our Church-School - St. Peter Chanel's on the hill at Berala. My mind boggled at all the relatives and friends and fellow Parishioners - the Dixons were not the greatest Church goers( masterly understatement - I'm getting better at it!) , but in earlier times the wooden Church as well as the Convent, had been in Fourth Avenue behind Grandma's place  and there weren't many houses in those earlier days ,so " Mag. Dixon" was well known to the Nuns and to many Parishioners. That old wooden Church had been hauled up the hill to the new Parish location sometime in the 20's or 30's,and was now the Parish Hall.


Grandma was 66 years old.


Dad's Father, Thomas James Dixon died on the 2nd August, 1950. I had rarely seen him. He had left the family home many years before, had a major problem with drink, and was not a very endearing person (actually, I'm getting better at it!) He was 66 years old also - I had never realised the coincidence of their ages at death until a minute ago ,when I came to write this !


Deaths in August were to become more common in the family for some reason as you will see if you bear with me.And, as it happened, when my dear Mum died in August, 1971 she was also 66 years old.



Requiescant in Pace.

Monday, August 15, 2016

IT'S BEST TO BE HONEST AND "ALONG TIME BETWEEN DRINKS"

Ready for a new start  16th August, 2016
It's best to be honest  , so I am setting out below my Post from late 2014 showing my plan to educate myself about Africa - country by country . The plan had been to write about one Country per week and, by and large, it went fairly well until I "got" to Kenya! There the project seemed to run aground in about August, 2015 - just a week or so short of one year ago. To be honest I can't think why precisely - but initially it may have had something to do with not wanting to offend the views of a particular person. From there it descended to a surrender to laxity - wanting to avoid the discipline of completing my one a week country deadline. Whatever may be the case I am back at it. Kenya will have to get the treatment - my best effort right or wrong.

Of course I haven't be inactive in the interim and I have commenced another interesting series of  African studies - interesting to me at any rate - starting with http://butnought.blogspot.com.au/2016/06/mutual-understanding-tale-of-two.html and followed by:
http://butnought.blogspot.com.au/2016/06/mutual-understanding-tale-of-two_8.html and
http://butnought.blogspot.com.au/2016/06/mutual-understanding-tale-of-two_28.html

That series is yet to be concluded.

But now I intend to get back on track with my country by country trek around Africa. Let me see : Pith Helmet, Khaki clothing, Map, Compass, Mobile Phone, and hopelessly lost look and off I go .....But first, please read how I started on the project and why:  



  Me about fouryears ago before the Doctors got me.



Yes, it has been"a long time between drinks", as the saying goes. But all the medical cares of the fading year 2014 are now well behind me, and we are settling well into our fine new home. I even have a moderate sized and well-equipped "study" . So, time to get back to writing. 

To create a discipline around which other writing can re- develop, I have decided that for the New Year I will begin a systematic effort to correct a sizeable deficiency in my knowledge. Like most Australians, I have a very poor grasp on the geography of Africa. In fact, I have found that even beyond that, I have not even had a true idea of the size of Africa compared to Australia.


I want to correct that and, if you wish , you can come along with me through 2015 as I fill in the massive blank spaces in my knowledge of "Mother Africa" as the song calls her.

It has been my pleasure and privilege to actually get to know some African people, in real life and via Facebook during the last several years, and it has opened my eyes to many shortcomings in my world view, and in most Australians' relative ignorance of the giant across the Indian Ocean. 


I am looking forward keenly to learning so much from the rich history, reality, and activity of that energetic continent and her marvellous and varied people, and to correct even my stupid ideas about where various countries are on that Continent.


I would like you to come along with me, and perhaps - especially any African readers - to comment and correct any errors you believe I am  making.


My Africa

Here I am, closing in rapidly on 75 yrs of age. When I was a child, Africa was the "dark continent" of fabled literature, gradually emerging into the false light of Hollywood movies.

Here in Australia, we did not even have the steady flow of news and concerns the British had for their interests in Africa. After all, to them, we Australians were just another lot of convenient Colonials like the African settlers and their native populations. Nor did we have the continual flow of Colonial Administrators  going out and coming "home" with their tales of the lives they had led and the "knowledge" they had acquired ( or perhaps the prejudices they had formed and fed.) No, for us Africa was largely the impression we got from our Mercator Projection maps, literature and , as I say, increasingly from the false light of Hollywood movies.

So what was that all like? Well take a look at Mercator's projection of the world and it is obvious : particularly in the flattened out sphere projections our school maps provided, Australia was very nearly as big as Africa, but the truth is that Africa is about 2.5 times the size of Australia. 

Literature had tended to present Africa as an unending source of mystery and danger to the white man who carried the " burden" of opening up these strange lands to civilisation. The influence of novels , which exploded into popularity in the 1800s and early 1900s was tremendous . The works of H.Rider Haggard , Joseph Conrad and others set the tone. Conrad's "Heart of Darkness" was particularly influential. At the same time the the tale of the finding of Doctor Livingstone  caused a sensation and every child knew the reporter's greeting "Doctor Livingstone, I presume?" . The quest for the discovery of the source of the Nile - finally resolved by John Hanning Speke in 1858,  contributed to a romantic air surrounding the Continent of Africa. 

This romantic legend tended also to flourish as a result, of the very real commercial activities of the British Cecil Rhodes who was not only a mining entrepreneur , but an enthusiastic British Imperialist whose dream was to build a Cape to Cairo Railway to advance and cement British dominance over the African Continent.

Had we, children of my era, been taught about Africa in a systematic way, this Nineteenth Century preoccupation would have been more strongly founded in earlier history as we were taught it. But no, to us, Egypt was Egypt and not so much thought of as part of Africa (even the Romans were ahead of us there - Scipio Africanus for example - and of course, we were not taught why Africa (Egypt) was so important to the Romans ( grain supplies). We were not even taught systematically the importance of the early Church in North Africa with 160 Dioceses  (including Saint Augustine's Hippo)  Suffice it to say  that Mohammed wrote the Koran in A.D.625 and by A.D. 700 Catholicism in North Africa was wiped out in military slaughter.

Nor were we systematically educated about  missionary activity deeper into Africa or about slavery out of Africa and its extermination. The result was that we were left to absorb the Hollywood, therefore American, idea of slavery. That is that it was a racial, black phenomenon period. Of course that suited American political ideas as they had developed by the time of my childhood, but it did not have so much relationship to the whole history of slavery, which has more often been national based (as opposed to race) or later religion based with Christians being made slaves of Mohammedans.


So, I suppose I am saying that it is little wonder that my ideas of Africa, from my childhood became inadequately formed.


Actual contact with African people, strangely enough came to me at about 4 years of age. My Mum and my Aunt Nell were taking me to Manly Beach and we went part of the way by tram. Sitting opposite us were three American Servicemen all in uniform then proudly worn in war time , and all of them black. They very kindly and politely offered to hand me down from the height of the tram while they also helped the ladies. Well! What a surprising bit of courtesy in a time when Aussie men were painfully awkward about any display of gentility. 





                            Me to-day after the Doctors have done their best.

  I hope by now you can get some idea of the reasoning behind my enthusiasm for this project, and I hope that it will prove interesting to you also. For example it might provoke in some of my African  readers  thoughts about their actual first encounter with a white man, and how it went?

I shall give myself a short break before embarking on the project from the first week in 2015 , at the rate of one country per week, save for the tiniest , which I might deal with in the same week as a larger neighbor.  I plan to start in the North East of Africa and progress across the continent in broad bands coming back to the East each time I hit the the West Coast. Accordingly, my first country will be Egypt! A baptism of fire!

Sunday, July 31, 2016

IDENTITY : HOW WE SEE OURSELVES AND HOW OTHERS SEE US

               IDENTITY  : HOW WE SEE OURSELVES AND HOW OTHERS SEE US

First Holy Communion - Front Row Second on Left 1947
In some ways, I suppose we are most ourselves in the eyes of others when we are little children.We are just little  - whoever. It is that simple. But within our own being we are then not yet fully ourselves, because we are not free to say whatever we wish , and in fact we do not yet have ideas or opinions on many, even most subjects. Later as teenagers we have strongly felt opinions or prejudices , sometimes ill-informed, but not at all times freely expressed. Our identity is gradually unfolding to the world like a  flower.Our sense of our own identity is powerful at this time. Others sénse of our identity will then depend on how successfully or completely we have negotiated the shoals of puberty. Most of our peers , being in just the same stage of confusion as we are at some stages, will think we are great or a drag. Older folk will see the forming personality more readily and begin to react accordingly, but often they will react to the projected personality which at this stage may be somewhat at odds with the authentic personality now formed.


                                                      1958 On ferry leaving Circular Quay

As we reach the stage of being a young man or woman,our identity just completed, begins to be moulded by strong external influences,our equally mature peers, our studies, our vocation and or, employment.This effect works on how we see ourselves and how we are seen by others.To take exceptional cases, the young Sailor sees himself as just that and is likewise perceived as a sailor. In the employment sphere  the young man or woman can come to identify themselves with the corporation which employs them. The Sailor is a NAVY man and affects to have no time for Soldiers/ the Army or Airmen/the Air Force. The Commonwealth Banker will affect to look down on The Westpac man.Others will come to identify the individual with that employment. "Here comes the NAVY!"as he enters a social gathering. Or, "What has the Commonwealth Bank got to say for himself??"This phenomenon has even been publicly acknowledged in St.George Bank's TV Commercials, distinguishing its man as socially acceptable whereas a mere "banker"was not.


THE FRENCH BANKER 1986
More important than all of these for a man is his identity as a husband, father and grandfather, this is an enduring underpinning of the superstructure.And it is itself ideally resting on the foundation of his relationship with God.


Magnetic Island with my beautiful family - that is me behind the camera -the Paterfamilias.1986
So, where am I going with this?

Well, in my time I have been:
the Catholic Schoolboy
the Steam Locomotive Buff
the aspiring Seminarian
the Seminarian
the ex-Seminarian
the young Commonwealth Public Servant
the Solicitor for Railways young man
Mr Commonwealth Bank
the Naval Reservist
the Man from United Dominions
The Man from the Banque Nationale de Paris
The Man from the Archdiocese of Brisbane
The Man from Ignatius Press
The Publisher of Foundation
The Queenslander
and always, through it all -  The Catholic

But all the employment identities are long since gone,and the question arises
then, what is my identity now?


                                                                       FLORENCE, 2009

 At 76 years I am still The Catholic, The Husband, Father, Grandfather, 
the formerPublisher of FOUNDATION .
the Queenslander at heart, 
the Blogger of "VEXILLA REGIS"http://vexilla-regis.blogspot.com/, 
of" EDWARD BECKMANN "  http://edwardbeckmann.blogspot.com/                                                                                 
of  "CONRAD BECKMANN "http://conradbeckmann.blogspot.com/ 
of "CARL DOPMEYER "http://carldopmeyer.blogspot.com/ 
and most recently of " PORTA FIDEI - DOOR OF FAITH "http://portafidei.blogspot.com/ ,
 not to mention this Blog.

I once heard a mature man address another in the middle of a formal meeting saying : "Stripped to the core M...... I am a PATRIOT"to the considerable embarrassment of everyone else in the room. Not that we didn't all consider ourselves PATRIOTS, but in Australia we don't go about saying such things to colleagues - it seems absurdly pretentious. Happily, though there were suppressed smirks ,no-one actually laughed .But it was a close-run thing. Due allowance was made for the fact that he was in the Advertising business. But, at the heart of it , it was a pretty sad statement : stripped to the core of our being, patriotism though admirable in every way, comes nowhere near the fundamental importance of our relationship with God. 

So, when it all falls away, "stripped to the core"I am a Catholic.

 I have been through all my life, and with God's Grace I shall be, through all my life and beyond. That is what Jesus Christ wanted for everyone.All else that really matters in my life is my wife , children and grandchildren all my family and friends and yes,I am also a Patriot.

TONY DIXON

Friday, July 15, 2016

EX LIBRIS : "FAR, FAR FROM HOME" SLAVERY SURPRISES IN THE "PECULIAR INSTITUTION"

A fascinating and revealing read.


In 1993, my wife had the opportunity to visit the  United States with a Quilter friend and attend the annual QUILT SYMPOSIUM at Paducah, Kentucky. My work commitments kept me at home. But among the things Robyn brought back from that visit, was the book shown in the image above.She knows my keen interest in the American Civil War. The book is a real gem. Because it is a collection of private correspondence, from and to a soldier in the Confederate Army, it is a rich source of information on life in those troubled times.

Slavery is a word with connotations which produce universal revulsion and conjures up images of cruelty, beatings and all kinds of inhuman behaviour. Some surprising aspects of its reality come to light in the correspondence of Dick and Tally Simpson to and from their home in Pendleton South Carolina:

From a letter written by Tally Simpson (Taliaferro was Mrs Simpson's family name) dated 23rd July, 1861 addressed to his Father Richard Franklin Simpson:-

"(After a lengthy discussion of the Battle of Bull Run/First Manassas) "........Give my love to all. If you can find anyone to send me a negro boy do so quickly. I need one badly.I have lost nearly all my clothes.Do send me one. There is no danger - and no expense. I will look for one - Mose or anyone. Farewell. Believe me as ever Your affectionate son T.N.Simpson. "

From a letter written by Tally at Camp Gregg, Vienna , Virginia on 7th August, 1861 to his Father :

"Dear Pa, Again I write to you not having received a reply to any of my letters..........( a lengthy account of military actions follows and of a visit to an old comrade of the Father)...Write to me.T.N.S.   I received your letter yesterday afternoon after this letter was written. So you can consider this an answer and write accordingly. Say whether you are going to send Mose or not."

From a letter written to his Sister Mary by Tally Near Vienna , Virginia on 12th August,1861:-

Dear Sister,  It would be cruel to take Peter from his Dulce. (After extended discussion of recent military events and happenings involving mutual acquaintances) ".......Randol cannot stand fatigue. If he could, I would prefer him to any negro we have.Joe will not suit our purposes.Tell Pa to send any he wishes. If Cousin Jim, Buddie or myself were to get sick, we would have to go back to the Hospital somewhere with no-one to wait upon us . And it is said to go into one of them sickens a well person . The doct. visits them once a day, and the afflicted are compelled to lie in those miserable holes from day to day with no-one to administer to their wants. Tell Mose if he ever belongs to me , he may consider himself in the hands of Cobb the negro trader. Pa ought to send him whether he wishes or not."

From a letter written by Tally's Brother Dick from Vienna, Virginia to their Sister Anna Tallulah Simpson on 22nd August, 1861:-

(Surrounded by much family discussion) " ....About sending Mose. We must have a boy whether he takes the measles or not.  So if you don't send him by Sloan , send him by anyone who will be coming on. Give him a suit of clothes just like our uniform for it is of great importance ( we now have a frock coat) a couple of blankets and an oil cloth. He must have everything comfortable." 

From a letter written by Tally to his Mother Margaret Taliaferro Simpson from Vienna , Virginia on 31st August , 1861:

(After a general review of conditions in camp and mention that "The health of camp is still bad enough".) .....When are you going to send me Zion? I hope tho before this reaches he will be half way here. Has Pa received my last?...........It is very disheartening to see the mail come every day and no letter for me. Try to remedy this. Give my best love to all and to Col. P's family. Farewell. Ever believe me Your Devoted Son  T.N.Simpson"

From a letter written by Tally from Charlottesville, Virginia on 12th October, 1861 :-

(After a lengthy somewhat teasing reproach to his Sister for not writing) ...Zion stands it very well and says he likes the camp life very much indeed. Tell Hester, as long as we are able, he shall not suffer.......Your most affectionate and sincere brother T.N.Simpson " 

From a letter written to his Sister Mary Simpson by Tally at Centreville , Virginia 0n 1st November, 1861:-

"After a brief account of his clothing needs.).......Zion says tell Hester to remember him to Col. Pickens'black folks, and if she stands in need of anything, he will try and assist her - & to make Lewis gather his crop - take half of the patch he has with Jessie in Jenkins bottom.

From a letter to his Mother written  by Tally from  In camp near Centreville on 4th November, 1861:-

"( After general discussion of his circumstances  especially after both brothers had been hospitalised with measles) .........Zion is getting on finely. He cooks finely and does us very good service. John Garlington's boy has gone home with Stobo but will be back in three or four weeks......(he relates several deaths of men known to his Mother)...Zion says give his love to Hester and the children and all the rest. He says for Hester to make Lewis sell his corn and for her to buy shoes for Lucy, Emma and Clara - tell him how Venus is getting on.
Give my love to all and write to me soon. I remain as ever Your Devoted Son T.N.Simpson
Do excuse this scrawl for I never felt as little like writing in my life. It seems as if I have lost my senses. Zion says he wants to know how master is coming on and has a pipe for him made of soap stone taken from the battlefield of Thursday.

From a letter written by Tally to his Sister Mary from In camp near Centreville on 10th November, 1861:-

(After a general review of events including the Confederate reverse at Port Royal and his continuing illness).".....Give my best love to all. Zion sends love to Hester and the children and all the negros. He stands it very well and is in good spirits. Write soon. Your Affec brother  T.N.Simpson ".

From a letter written by Tally to his Mother from In Camp near Centreville on 21st November, 1861 :-

(After the letter reviews his life in camp and the progress of the War) "..... Give my love to all.Write soon to  Your affectionate son  T.N.Simpson     
Howdy to all the negros. When it is convenient have sent to us some good Winter boots. "

REFLECTING

We see in this private correspondence past the objective abhorrent principle of  slavery to the practical lived "peculiar institution"in at least one case. Yet the written words are so natural in their flow, and free of any hint of apology for the degree of consideration for the slaves and their wishes shown, that it would seem more than likely that the Simpson family was not alone in its approach to its slaves.

 Even so, who would exchange their freedom for the status of a slave? 

Even Tally raises the spectre  of the Slave Trader in showing his displeasure at Mose' non- compliance with his wishes. But the great surprise is that Mose COULD and DID refuse to comply. Equally we might be surprised that Zion's slave friend has corn to grow and sell and is free to dispose of the proceeds of its sale to meet personal or family needs.

 But obviously, not every slave holder was a Simon Legree.

Grave of Tally Simpson who was killed at the Battle of Chickamauga  20th September, 1863

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING A TALE OF TWO COUNTRIES HISTORICAL BACKGROUND PART II b.


MAP OF NIGERIA
NIGERIA
HISTORICAL BACKGROUND  PRE -MODERN 

The historical background of Nigeria is infinitely different to that of Australia because of the geographical realities. Though moderate in size by Australian standards, Nigeria is only part of a much greater whole - Africa  - which could swallow Australia two and a half times. We can easily identify substantial evidence of developed human settlement across most of Africa and certainly in Nigeria. 

But Africa sits on the "doorstep" of Europe, which has driven much - though not nearly all -of the development in much of the world.Unlike Australia, Africa was not "to be found" or in any sense "lost". Nor did it seem in anyway unworthy of attention like Australia. Rather, it demanded attention!

By virtue of its immense reality in size, exotic riches in animal, plant and human activity. Africa could not be denied or even ignored, without peril. At different times it posed threats with its Cathaginians, who competed with, and invaded Europe, and  its Barbary Pirates who raided Roman and later colonies and trading activities. But most of this interaction took place on and from the Mediterranean coastline , whilst at the Eastern end , it involved the exotic, ever troublesome Middle Eastern Kingdoms.

Through much of this evolution, what is to-day Nigeria remained largely responsive only to African external stimuli. The earliest external trading influence came from North African Carthaginians with whom, from about 400 B.C. according to Herodotus, these pre-Nigerians were trading gold, metal, cotton and leather in exchange for copper, salt, textiles, beads and horses. In fact, since about 1,000 B.C. these people had been producing iron, and creating metal art works and such weapons as axes and arrow heads. From around A.D. 700 Mohammedan Slave Traders, using the overland route into the West of sub-Saharan Africa, entered the scene. These traders were Arabs.

So modern day Nigeria was, from a very early period significantly impacted by foreign intervention in the form of the Mohammedan Slave Traders. But this was not invasion. No. These men were traders.

With whom did they trade? Without doubt Chiefs and others who had access to prisoners, tribal captives defeated in war AND their own traditional slave population. It would have been an impossible task for the slave traders to have mounted an invasion force, take it across the Sahara, find, fight, defeat and make captive potential slaves. No. They bought them from those who already held them in their African homeland, and were thus free to take them away to market across the arduous Saharan route without let or hindrance or fear of loss.

They were not racially prejudiced in this business. They gladly enslaved very many Europeans in the same period, but in total numbers only a fraction of the African trade. Why?  Simply, European slaves were not available, they had to be caught - taken prisoner in battle or in piratical raids on shipping. It is thought that in total the number of European slaves would have been approx. 1.5 Millions. Many of the European slaves were bought back with funds raised by pious societies in Europe. The traders remained content - they had turned a profit. 

 Their African activity lasted for 1,000 years from the inception of Mohammedanism until the arrival of the Europeans. But this arrival did not herald a deliverance from slavery. No. All that changed was the direction in which the slaves were sent, the mode of transport and the type of slaves required. For the Europeans sent them by sea across the Atlantic to the Slave Markets of the Americas and the Caribbean instead of the overland trail of misery to the   Mohammedan Slave Markets of Cairo, Tripoli, Algiers and Morocco. In addition, the Mohammedan Slave Traders had sought roughly two female slaves to every male slave, as they wanted many females for concubinage and domestic service. The Europeans on the other hand sought the reverse of those proportions – two males to every female, for they were looking for workers for the cotton and sugar plantations and the mines more than domestic servants.

It is very difficult to truly appreciate the extent of this great human tragedy . We are accustomed to being sickened by the thought of 4.5 Million to 6 Million Jews dying in the Holocaust. But in this protracted horror, the trans Saharan Slave Trading Mohammedans carted away between 8 and 17 Millions of people. It should not be thought that their dealings were limited to this part of West Africa. On the contrary, their activities in West Africa were overshadowed by their dealings in East Africa which were enormous and often sea borne.

When we reflect on this phenomenon, we are driven to cry out "How did this go on?  For a thousand years!"  It is not hard to see how it might have begun. After all, the sale of captives in war into slavery was simply a part of life in the ancient world be it European, Middle Eastern, Asiatic or African...it was normal.   But, we are inclined to see that this was something entirely different. as different as normal grazing and sale of cattle is , to feed-lot raising and export. Yet these are human beings - men and women - who in the normal course would strenuously defend, and resist intrusion upon, their personal freedom. 


NIGERIA - ETHNIC MAP


What structures in the African societies inhibited resistance to all this? Or prevented an overthrow of such a monstrously evil situation?  Was it the case that the evil of those in control was just so monstrous that for a thousand years it suppressed the human spirit so completely as to reduce the populace to mute acquiescence? Could that really be so?  

Even in the ruthlessly efficient and totally pagan Roman Empire we have the example of several Slave mutinies - not least that of Spartacus which lasted for two years and finally took eight Legions of the Roman Army under Crassus to suppress. Apart from the thousands of slaves killed in battle, Crassus crucified another 6,000 lining the Appian Way from Capua to Rome with their crucifixes.

Could it have been the case that in some way the practices and beliefs of traditional religion - "odinani" and its variants had been used/abused to condition the people to accept this situation? Whatever the case, the result was certainly diabolical and seems  logically improbable. 

The answer is not often, or ever, made explicit. But it becomes obvious as we examine the patterns of governance which had evolved throughout pre-Nigeria over the centuries. If we cast our minds back once more to contrast the Australian situation, we find that as the people of pre-Nigeria were commencing their trade with the Carthaginians in 400 B.C. the aboriginal people of Australia were hunting their next meal. 2,100 Years later, when Captain Cook arrived in pre- Australia, they were still hunting their next meal. Meanwhile in pre-Nigeria a vast history of governance, war, trade , art and invention had taken place and a very active international trade across the Atlantic was being carried on with the Portugese, the British, the French, the Spanish and the Dutch.

Across pre- Nigeria we find a highly- evolved pattern of governance and organisation. There is not much point in trying to penetrate the mists of time to go back too far. But let us choose the convenient date of 400 B.C. We can plainly see that the society which began trading with the Carthaginians must have been self-confident, organised and stably- governed in order to initiate and sustain the production of gold etc. and the trading activity. As we move forward in time, we find clear evidence of numerous de-centralised self-governing cities in the sub-Saharan  Sahelian grasslands. These cities were significant and assertive and governed the trans Saharan trade. Later still we see the Ghana Empire arise. From around A.D. 400 it became quite substantial until succeeded by the Sosso in 1230 and the later Mali Empire. Under Mohammedan influence the Songhai and the Sokoto Caliphate came into being. The Songhai’s collapse led to the formation of a number of lesser kingdoms.

To the South, and in and around the Niger delta, there developed several forms of governance among the remarkable Igbo peoples. These included several kingships and a much more extensive web of independent groups of villages with what might be called a republican style of government. In this perhaps surprising pattern of government , control on a day to day basis rested with a council of elders , but full power rested with consultative councils of all the people from the network of villages. The living operation of the system even as late as the arrival of the colonial British is well shown in the novels of the late, great Chinua Achebe. But there were Igbo kingships. Prime among these for influence, though not rule, was the Eze Nri (King of Nri) who was in effect a Priest King with responsibility for the determining of matters arising from the sevenfold Taboo system which influenced all of the Igbo native religion – odinani and its variants. Apart from the Eze Nri  , there was in the later stages, the Arochukwu Kingdom and the Kingdom of Onitsha.

The Benin Empire became by the mid-1400s a very significant political force and the fortifications of its capital Benin were formidable and among the largest man-made structures in the World. It was not a major trader in slaves, but very active in trading pepper, ivory, gum and cotton cloth. It included in its embrace Dahomey which was notorious for its barbarity- including in some years at the whim of its King, the mass be-heading of over 100,000 slaves at the Annual Custom events.

Also significant in the area of present day Ghana was the Ashanti Empire.

What we see over the entire region is a varied pattern of strongly developed and governed states. Inevitably their multiplicity led to wars. These wars produced victors and vanquished and the vanquished very often became slaves in the traditional manner. In the times of the Mohammedan Slave Traders – that long period of 1,000 years , this activity was sufficient to feed the trade in slaves.

But the arrival of the European slave traders and their requirement for far more male slaves to satisfy the demands of their particular markets seems to have created an accelerated demand which by all accounts, led to a growing number of wars essentially designed to generate supplies of slaves. In this war-making, the Arochukwu Confederacy became prominent.

SUMMARY

In considering this Historical Background, we come to a puzzling issue: how is it that whilst slave holders and slave traders and slave carriers - all white are rightly condemned and despised, slave makers and slave vendors - all African - are not a subject for consideration or comment, let alone condemnation. How could these men SELL their brothers into often (but not always) cruel slavery? Worse still how could their evil activity go uncondemned, or even unconsidered? Or am I missing out on something? I want to understand.

Is it in anyway connected to the fact that there are to-day hundreds of thousands of Slaves within Africa? - Mali alone has 200,000, and Mauretania up to 600,000 all of these are legal in these Mohammedan States.There does not seem to be any continent wide move to free them.

There is no real comparison in the historical background of Australia and Nigeria up to the pre- modern period. In our next section - the Historical Background - Modern Period , we will see broad similarities, striking differences and different results.