|"Why Am I Smiling like This?"|
I had intended to write a light-hearted blog for the holiday season. The FOMYC (Father of My Children) thinks that I Need to Lighten Up. But what has been going round my head today is an ancient statement on slavery.
In the ninth book of Plato’s Republic, Socrates asks, ‘Suppose some god should seize a man who has fifty or more slaves and waft him with his wife and children away from the city and set him down with his other possessions and his slaves in a solitude where no free man could come to his rescue. What and how great would be his fear, do you suppose, lest he and his wife and children be destroyed by the slaves?’ ‘The greatest fear in the world!’ comes the instant reply.
The horrifying implication of this interchange is that EVERYONE in antiquity assumed that slaves held in any numbers felt murderous violence towards their owners and would slaughter them immediately if there were nothing to prevent them—the lash, neighbours, the army, the state.
What reminded me of ‘Socrates on Class Hatred’ was not the amount of cooking and washing-up I have done over the last week. It was the violent deaths of M.K. Bhattacharjee and his wife, tea plantation owners in Assam, allegedly at the hands of their own workers. The ancestors of the tea pluckers of Assam--who are mostly exploitable and often malnourished women--were members of tribes imported there forcibly by the British in the mid-19th century.
The colonisers had previously imported Chinese male labourers to the new plantations, but had failed to reduce them to acceptable levels of obedience.
I only know this because as a child I did a project on tea at school. I asked some questions because I was so fascinated by the beautiful woman smiling, as if she had been given a lobotomy, on the PG Tips adverts before they replaced her with chimpanzees.
Tea was not grown commercially in India until the 1830s, when the ‘father’ of the Assam tea industry, Lieutenant Andrew Charlton, proved that black tea was indigenous to this part of north-East India. He served with the Assam Light Infantry (now the 6th Queen’s Own Gurka Rifles), a regiment which, as even its official website concedes, ‘saw much fighting with the many local tribes who resented the East India Company’s encroachment into their territories.’
The ethnicity of those who extract profits from the tea workers changed after Indian Independence in 1947. But the paltry wages and dire conditions still haven’t. There are reports that the issue in this week's incident was failure to provide the accommodation to which permanent tea workers are entitled under the Assam Plantations Labour Act (1951).
None of this is amusing. Off to put the kettle on, brew up a cup of (Fairtrade) Assam, and try to focus on the New Year.