The endless catalogue of British imperial atrocities

Tim Harris’s mention of Sathnam Sanghera’s Empireland has prompted me to summon the book from the library and to read the Guardian review by Fara Dabhoiwala.

In the endless catalogue of British imperial atrocities, the unprovoked invasion of Tibet in 1903 was a minor but fairly typical episode. Tibetans, explained the expedition’s cultural expert, were savages, “more like hideous gnomes than human beings”. Thousands of them were massacred defending their homeland, “knocked over like skittles” by the invaders’ state-of-the-art machine guns. “I got so sick of the slaughter that I ceased fire,” wrote a British lieutenant, “though the General’s order was to make as big a bag as possible.” As big a bag as possible – killing inferior people was a kind of blood sport.

And blood sport is a Thing to [a certain class of] the British. I did a post once, not very long ago, about a fact I hadn’t known: the toffs like to shoot birds out of the sky and then just walk away. They don’t shoot them for food, they just shoot them. Same with “trophy” hunting – elephants, lions, whatever they think will look nice on the wall.

And now we learn that they saw a set of people the same way. A “bag,” a “trophy,” a blood sport.

And then the looting started. More than 400 mule-loads of precious manuscripts, jewels, religious treasures and artworks were plundered from Tibetan monasteries to enrich the British Museum and the Bodleian Library.

Ok stop right there.

Notice an incongruity?

On the one hand the people are so much garbage, as cheerfully slaughtered as mosquitoes. On the other hand, creators of precious manuscripts and artworks well worth looting and taking home to show off.

Well which is it?

Sitting at home watching the BBC antiques show Flog It one quiet afternoon in the early 21st century, Sathnam Sanghera saw the delighted descendant of one of those soldiers make another killing – £140,000 for selling off the artefacts his grandfather had “come across” in the Himalayas.

As one does.

It’s a characteristically instructive vignette in Empireland, Sanghera’s impassioned and deeply personal journey through Britain’s imperial past and present. The empire, he argues, still shapes British society – its delusions of exceptionalism, its immense private and public wealth, the fabric of its cities, the dominance of the City of London, even the entitled and drunken behaviour of British expats and holidaymakers abroad. Yet the British choose not to see this: wilful amnesia about the darker sides of imperialism may be its most pernicious legacy.

I look forward to reading it. Thanks, Tim.

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