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whose special subject was the evolution of ethics out of primitive religion, and it was not meant to sound as derogatory as it does now, but it expresses quite accurately the central purpose of his book. |
In Ashanti Proverbs we can see the germ of his later books on Ashanti, |
but it is not very much in itself. It is fairly obviously the work of a busy Assistant D.C. who has had to fit in discussions of the Supreme Being, Fetishism, Ghosts, Witches, Animals, Birds, War, Childhood, Old Age, Death, Chiefs, Slaves, Hunger, Sickness, Folly and Wisdom, Truth and Falsehood, Fire, Water, Rivers, Rain, and many others, between trials for petty thieving and supervision of road-making. it is a not altogether satisfactory bundle of anthropological and linguistic notes, but it did give much new information, and it established some important principles which Rattray was to hammer home in his later books. The first was that the supreme God, Onyame, was not introduced into Ashanti mythology by Christian missionaries, but had always been a central feature of it. The second was that fetish worship was a most unsatisfactory term for Ashanti religion, which was not simple idolatry (in Ashanti Proverbs he was quite tentative about this; he was much more emphatic in his later books). And third, words like savage and primitive were hardly applicable to a people who could express ideas of the complexity and subtlety of many of the proverbs. The divided state of his mind on this subject is shown by the way his subtitle: Primitive Ethics of a Savage People contradicts his own statement at the end of his Authors Note: |
These few words the present writer has felt in duty bound to say, lest |
the reader, astonished at the words of wisdom which are now to follow, refuse to credit that a savage or primitive people could possibly have possessed the rude philosophers, theologians, moralists, naturalists, and even, it will be seen, philologists, which many of these proverbs prove them to have had among them.33 |
His administrative work brought him in tough with the court at |
Mampong, which was the traditional capital of the state to which Ejura was subsidiary and which, more than any other area, was to be his Ashanti. The Omanhene (Paramount Chief) was Owusu Sekyere, who had managed |
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to avoid the exile of most of the older Ashanti amanhene, not by being pro- British but by being against the exiled Asantehene, Prempeh, whose forces his own had fought on more than one occasion. It was his first introduction to those wonderful old men and women as he used to call the Ashanti aristocracy of the older generation; and especially the royal family of Mampong, amongst whom he made many close personal friends. No doubt there was an element of snobbery in his preference for chiefs and queen mothers (though they do not have the rarity value of their European equivalents). The idea of royalty inheriting the mantle of a past of heroic wars appealed to him. But a royal who is prepared to crouch on a low stool, dressed only in a plain cloth and sandals, and is considered as a close relative to as many as a sixth of the commoners in the town, is not really an object of snobbery in the European sense. It was rather that many of them possessed in reality the virtues which old people in their culture were supposed to possess: knowledge, kindliness, wisdom and philosophic detachment. I wonder what it is, he wrote later, that seems so often to ennoble these Africans of the past generation, and gives to them that indefinable something which their Europeanised fellow-countrymen so often seem to lack. It seems to me like some hand reaching out of the past and linking them with it. It gives the old illiterates a quiet confidence in themselves at times when a man feels quite alone, which he is apt to do in the presence of strangers of an alien race.34 |
Three books in three years was no mean achievement, when it is |
considered that he was carrying out his duties as Assistant D.C. to everyones satisfaction (Fuller described him as a hard-working energetic officer, and Phillbrick Fullers Second-in-Command as a very promising young officer indeed),35 as well as his studies in Oxford. It is almost phenomenal if we bear in mind that he was almost continuously ill with malaria and dysentery. He spent the first part of his leaves in 1911, 1912 and 1914 in hospitals and nursing-homes, until the Colonial Office virtually commanded him to do less work. |
By 1914, the first part of his Eight-Year Plan (as it turned out to be) |
was finished, and he was ready to take the exam for the anthropology diploma. In June he sat the papers in Physical Anthropology, Ethnology, |
34R.S. Rattray: The Mausoleum of Ampon Agyei in Blackwood's Magazine, June |
1928, p. 846. |
35Foreign Office Rattray file. |
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Social Anthropology and Archaeology and Technology. To no ones surprise except perhaps his own, he passed well. A few days later, he found his names in the papers. Lewis Harcourt, Secretary of State for the Colonies, had referred to him in a speech at the Corona Club. If the Governor wanted any further assistance, he said, he need only apply to the polyglot Mr Rattray who, having qualified in all known languages of the coast, had now acquired many others for which it was impossible to reward him, because no examiner could be found to certify his proficiency (Laughter).36 Then, as if to complete the rite of passage from an obscure official to a member of the colonial establishment, on the 29th June he was married in a registry office to Mrs Constance Mary Stanley, a divorcée whom he had met just after he had come ashore in March. |
Paragraph II of the General Conditions of Service for West Africa in |
his day reads as follows: |
Accommodation for European women and children is in many places |
.... not available; and the conditions of life are generally unsuitable to them. Officers therefore should not take their wives out with them until they have acquired experience of the local conditions and have ascertained the views of the Governor or High Commissioner on the subject.37 |
It did not say what officers were supposed to do when conditions were |
unsuitable for European women, and from this distance it is hard to sort out fact from myth. Rattray was certainly not a puritan, and he was certainly susceptible to the attraction of African women. Those who should know say that virtually all district officers had a black girl in their bed at one time or another, and inevitably Rattray came under the charge of sleeping with his dictionaries. But my guess is that when he met Connie Stanley he was at a point of crisis in his emotional life, feeling that he would have to decide very soon (he was thirty-three) whether he would remain a bachelor Coaster, unfit for the company of decent women: or whether he would face the problems involved in setting up an English |
36Report in The Morning Post June 19, 1914. 37The Gold Coast Civil Service List (1917) pp.335,336. |
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home in the West African bush. The trouble with the first was that he wanted some stability and respectability in his life, and with the second that he was going to find it hard to give up his freedom. Actually, this is rather more than guess, because Rattray said almost as much in the fictionalised version of his marriage in his unfinished novel Missianna: |
(He) had literally picked her up some days after his return to |
English, following a long period of African service, during which he had been entirely cut off from the society of white women. He was, therefore, still in that rather dangerous, super-charged state, resulting from enforced isolation and self-imposed continence, when he was almost certain to fall in love with the first pretty woman he met. He thus became an easy prey to (Constance), not that she had to do much hunting, for he wanted to possess her from the moment in which he had first surprisedly espied her .... |
(She) had large blue Irish Eyes, long lashes, jet black hair, a |
beautiful complexion, good teeth .... Her voice was surprisingly pleasant and refined. Only when she laughed over-heartily did her laughter jar somewhat on Bob Allens sensitive ear. This, and an occasional mispronunciation of certain words, a fondness for catch- phrases, a predilection for pertness in her retorts, were, however, all minor details which did not seem then to matter greatly to (him) .... |
Women did not bring out the best in him. The snobbery in these |
remarks is a symptom of his mistrust of his own feelings, of his attraction towards physical beauty rather than goodness or intellect, and it provided a breeding ground for his worst trait of all, his jealousy. Connie was (naturally) not an innocent, which suited him very well at the time, but that confirmed his feeling that she appealed to the lower side of his nature (the nostalgie de la boue, which most anthropologists share). He said afterwards that even in the registry office a voice was telling him that it would end badly, and, as it turned out, history did not help. Almost in the minute when they stepped ashore at Accra, Britain and Germany declared war on each other. Rattray was not one to let even a new wife stand between him and his destiny. |
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Chapter 5 Rattrays War |
It is not widely known that the first men to die in the First World War |
in an engagement between British and German forces were Ghanaians (as they would now be called). In fact, by a quirk of historial geography, it is probably true to say that the first people to fall on both sides would now be called Ghanaians. The reason is that whereas British Troops had to cross the Channel to reach Europe, the Gold Coast shared a frontier with the German Protectorate of Togoland which is now divided between Ghana and modern Togo. |
The Rattrays arrived in Kumasi just as the Gold Coast Regiment was |
being mobilised there for the invasion of Lome, and Connie was given her first clear message that her husbands life was not entirely centred in her. In his own words, he raved about Coomassie, cabled, wired, etc., and 2 hrs before the troops left I got orders from Governor to join the Field Force as P.O. (Political Officer). The idea was that as soon as the military work was over, civil servants would be needed to take charge of the German territories. But Rattray had no intention of missing the fighting. He had no doubts at all that with his Boer War experience he would prove indispensable to the army. |
Not surprisingly, Connie put up some resistance to his leaving her after |
a month of marriage and a week in the White Mans Grave. But he failed to understand her objections, put her in the charge of the Officer Commanding in Kumasi, and left for Accra. |
Although Lome, the capital of Togoland, was only a mile from the Gold |
Coast border, the invasion force was sent from Accra by sea, the reason being that road communication to the border would have been slower (on |
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principle, it was always made difficult to travel between the various European colonies). Meanwhile a certain Beckley of the Land Preventive Service in Keta, near the Togo frontier, had at each sunset been lighting bonfires at intervals of about a mile along the border. He then bicycled with his bugler from one to the other, sounding the Last Post. This gave the Germans the impression that the Gold Coast Regiment was already knocking at their doors, and by the time the invasion force actually arrived at Lome, the Germans had abandoned it and retreated to Kamina, some 100 miles to the north, where they had an important radio station. |
In Lome, using his Boer War experience as argument, Rattray managed |
to exchange his role as Political Officer for a commission in the army as Captain (a title he always used in later life) and Intelligence Officer. The rest of his experience in the Togo campaign is best left to his own words, in a letter he sent home to his sister Boo as soon as it was over: |
Noatja |
Togoland |
(Postmark 14.9.14) |
Witch Darling, |
Ive not written you, partly because no time, partly because one has |
the feeling letters will all be read. |
Well, Witch, Im not the worm youve been thinking. Id have died if |
I had (been?). |
I raved about Coomassie, cabled, wired, etc., and 2 hrs before the |
troops left I got orders from Governor to join the Field Force as P.O. (Political Officer). |
Youve seen all the rot about Togo surrendering (the first lot). They |
evacuated Lome, the coast town, and went about 100 miles north to KAMINA where they had a big wireless, the finest in the world, which they could talk to Germany with. They blew up bridges and cut wires and sat down to await us there. |
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Lt.Col. Vincent was in charge of the force. Hes a topper, and its thanks to him I every got here. Well, P.O. didnt exactly suit me, I found. So I got a commission and |
taken on Headquarter staff as I.O. (Intelligence Officer) Captain Rattray!!! |
Then the fun began. Native scouts are all unreliable. When they dont |
want to go ahead, they come back and report they were caught by vast hords (sic) of the enemy. So I took on Chief Scout (as well as I.O.), with the night in the bush alone or with a faithful Hausa man or two. |
I just lived!! I got right through the German line twice. Once, I was 12 hrs ahead |
of our advance guard and have come into AGBELUFOE in my sox!! (sic) at 7 p.m. Found all clear. The Germans had left it that day. Sent a despatch back to say all clear, on receipt of which the column were to do a night march. |
I dossed down at the railway station. About 3 a.m. I heard a rumbling |
and a whistling, and had just time to dash across the line and hide in the long grass. |
A long train pulled up and gutteral (sic) gabbling and lights flitting |
about about (sic). |
You can guess my feeling. I lived 10 yrs in as many seconds. You see, I had sent back a message to say all clear, and we38 were |
marching up (the) road which ran parallel with (the) line, so I guessed the Germany were going down to ambush us. |
Well, Witch, youd have done it too, I guess. I opened fire on em at |
about 5 yds, tried to shoot the driver and yelled: |
Hurrah! Come in, troops! I emptied my magazine into the engine and cab. |
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There was a hullabaloo and a screeching and off went the train.39 I |
would have been riddled had they fired back, but never a shot. |
I simply gasped with wonder at my luck. Then I got out (of) the bush, |
mounted a bike and tore back, meeting our advance guard coming in, about 6 miles out. Reported. Potter (Capt.) sent off Lt. Collins to dash across and cut line behind us, and Witch we had em cut line between them and the North. |
Well, I forget. It seems almost as soon as (the) first train had passed, a |
second came down, but they got wind of us and cleared out, dashing through station as we came in.40 So, here we were at AGBOLOFOE, only 50 men and a machine gun, and 150 Germans and machine guns (this we found out later was what the train I fired on had) south of us cut off, but an open line running north down which we expected reinforcements to come to help them. |
We spent all day pushing salt bags and loopholing the wall of the wee |
railway ticket office. |
About 4 p.m. the enemy we had cut off began to feel their way back, |
and at dark brought up the machine gun. Witch, it was just topping! |
50 of us and our Maxim in our little fort and the bullets pattering on |
the roof like rain. |
Potter made me second-in-command, as Lt. Collins and Lt. Blakely |
were out on advanced picquets. We had 17 of the old Preventive Service men with us, besides the Half Coy. of I(infantry). |
The Germans didnt put up much of a show and never once tried to |
rush us, the sole idea being to break through. They blew bugles and cheered and pumped in lead with the machine gun, but did d- little damage. We had 5 killed only, poor devils we had no doctor. At dawn, a dirty bit of paper was brought in, saying some wounded officers were in the bush. Thomson & R.S. (Rattray) went out with a flag of truce and brought 3 in, and one dead Capt. Phaler. 39 I.e. southwards (see our paragraphs below). 40I.e. they came from the north and unlike the previous train went back |
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Also, we found their machine gun abandoned on the road. About 6 a.m. I went down to see how Lt. Collins had got on. He had a |
picket down the line. |
He was O.K. About 1,200 yds down the line was their train with a |
whole crowd of em standing about it!!! |
I ran back to Potter and reported, and he sent me down with a flag of |
truce because I told him I knew German!! |
I walked down the line with an old towel on a stick. Three officers |
came up. Lots of saluting bowing and scraping. |
I demanded unconditional surrender instanter. After conferring for a few minutes, they said We will surrender on |
no condition. |
We saluted and 5 min. after, the Col. Sergeant [Colour Sergeant] and I |
had the maxim on em and Collins was attacking from the flank. My new elephant gun was used, Witch. It does kick! |
Well, to cut a long story short, up went the white flag and all the lot |
surrendered, including the train. Witch! When they came in, they cursed and damned me and fumed and asked why they had been fired on, as they had surrendered to me already!! |
Witch! Witch! We surrender on no condition meant We surrender |
unconditionally! Grand, wasnt it? And the swine had never meant not to surrender, and were petrified at being shot at again. |
When they complained later to the Col. he told them curtly they had |
better learn English!!! |
That was our first fight, Witch, and your twin fired the first shot in |
this little war. |
The second fight was at Chra River on 22nd Aug (7 days later). I |
cant tell you all about it. It would take too long. |
We lost 60 killed and wounded, or 17% of our total force. An advance patrol of French and English had gone on nights (?) |
before, and forced to retire. I wasnt with em as Id been out all day and night before, and was coming on with main body that day. About 6 a.m. |
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I was jogging along with the battery on a captured Fleeing Swallow [horse], when we heard heavy firing. I galloped on to see what (was) up. A long straight road in front. Not a soul in sight. I knew we had a patrol out the day before and never expected anything to happen, when suddenly Zip Zip began. I jumped off Fleeing Swallow and tied him up behind a big baobab tree. I had hardly got off him, when he was shot through both forelegs. Then I ran down the road towards the firing, crouching low and running along the side of the ditch that flanked the road. There was a corn (Indian) field on both sides, and I could see a village about 900 yds ahead. I had gone about 200 yds when I saw some of our men lying flat beside a culvert under the road, which I knew would have excellent cover, and was making for this when suddenly the air became littery (sic) lashed with hissing things. I fell flat and tried to burrow into the grass only a few inches high. |
Well, Witch, for ten minutes I was lying flat and over me was a |
lashing hail of bullets passing about 2-3 feet above me. I knew what it was at once a machine gun (Maxim). As I lay here, I heard calling from the culvert only about 10 yds away, and shouted out, when (illeg.) the Col. answered and told me they were snug and I had better make a dash for it. I tried to worm along the ground, but the second I started the lashing of the air began. I knew then that I could be seen by the enemy. Well, Witch, I gave a wee thought of you and lay quite still. I expected to get it every second, as they had only to lower the machine gun a few inches and the stream passing over me would have gone into me. |
I wasnt awfully frightened, but expected it was up. Then there was a |
complete lull and I guessed the machine gun belt had run out, so I dashed for it and fell slap among the staff in a pool of dirty water as I got under the culvert. |
There were about 6 officers under it, all as snug as could be. Well, Witch, we all sat here for about an hour. If you put a hand out |
either side, the machine gun began. |
You remember I said I was with the battery? Well, we expected it up |
soon, and sure enough a whizzzz and a bang and the first of our big gun shells went over us and burst in the village, then another and another. Then a lot of our black troops came up and advanced among the corn fields and began a furious blazing away of ammunition. The Col. was furious and I volunteered to go out and stop em and ran out in the corn |
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