Emily Hobhouse: Writings
Recording on the Meeting of the Women's South African Conciliation Committee
Studying old documents and papers is to realize once again the passion of indignation felt by a considerable section of our country at the threat of annexation. Many who had taken the war lightly or even willingly as far as to give the Boers a beating, paused before the injustice of annexation. "Self-determination" was not in fashion with our Statesmen then. We longed to protest, and it occurred to me that women, at least, might make public protest without rousing undue criticism.
The idea came to me at a small dinner-party given by Mr. Courtney's sister, Mrs. Oliver, at her house in Collingham Gardens. The dinner was of a provate nature, only old Miss Williams and myself beside the Courtneys and our hosts. The coming annexation was discussed and deplored and when the obstacles to a general protest were dealt with and felt to be overwleming, I, as Honorary Secretary of the Women's Branch of the South African Conciliation Committee, proposed that we, the women, should hold a meeting of protest. To my great joy, but considerable surprise, Mr. Courtney agreed in principle to the proposal [...] Thus backed, I carried the idea to out next women's committee and urged it there with success.
A date 13 June 1900, was fixed, and resolving to do it on a large scale as a demonstration of real importance, the Queen's Hall was secured. From the moment my flat in Chelsea become organizing Headquarters and with the devoted help of Miss Anna Griffin we began on May 1 the arduous work of preparation. We formed, of course, branches throughout London with excellent workers but even so, six weeks is scant time for filling the Queen's Hall with women only and all the drawbacks of an unpopular subject in time of war.
There was an immense opposition to contend with and the conciliation attitude to be always maintained. The great bulk of the correspondence fell on Miss Griffin and we laboured from 8 a.m. to - often - 11 p.m. for those six weeks. The result was a magnificent assemblage of women, representative not only of London but of the entire country, for it was attended by delegates of the Women's Liberal Foundation which was holding its meetings at the time...
I write to you rather fully about this meeting because I know full well how sore a trial it has been to you and your People to lose your independence as a result of that War, and I feel it may be an allevation after all these years to know that a large section of the English People worked hard in protest against it. True, we hardly perhaps realized at that time how very deeply it would pierce your hearts, and our protest was more largely due to our proud desire for England's Honour and our horror lest her Rectitude be marred by an unjust act...
Our poet William Watson, the passionate lover of a lofty-minded England, embodied our view in the sonnet he wrote for our meeting at the special request of Mrs. Courtney. He wrote: "Yet being brave, being women, you will speak/The thought that must be spoken without fear./The voice of chivalry is faint;the note/Of patriotism is well-nigh overborne./For what is patriotism but noble care/For our own country's Honour in men's eyes." Madame San Carolo's vigorous recitation of this poem brought out the full weight his thought and thus added a fine touch to the meeting.
Free admission to the hall was decided on by the committee but only for bearers of tickets supplied by me. There was need for this caution in those days. Besides, it was to be a purely women's meeting and as matter of fact no men were present, except, it was said, the organ blower! I recall with amusement Mr. Courtney's keen wish to be present and how he begged me for a ticket, but there was the strict prohibition of men and, besides, Mrs. Courtney was nervous and did not wish him to be present fearing lest there should be disturbances. For those were turbulent days. We had great fun over this little plot, for it was, as he determined to be there and continued to beg me secretly for a ticket. I was adamant as regards allowing him into the hall, but on his solemn promise that he would come no further than the corridor and be content to listen behind the curtain, I eventually gave way. I well remember catching sight of the fine dome of his head against the red portiere just as I was making my own speech and how nervous it made me.
Below are the resolutions passed with, I believe, only one dissentient, and that feeble voice, by some accounts, the cry of a baby!
Resolution I That this meeting of women brought together from all parts of the United Kingdom condemns the unhappy war now raging in South Africa as mainly due to the bad policy of the Government, a policy which has already cost in killing, wounded and missing over 20 000 of our bravest soldiers, and the expenditure of millions of money drawn from the savings and toil of out People, while to the two small States with whom we are at war, it is bringing utter ruin and desolation.
Resolution II That this meeting protests against the attempts to silence, by disorder and violence, all freedom of speech, or criticism, of Government policy.
Resolution III That this meeting protests against any settlement which involves the extinction by force of two republics whose inhabitants, allied to us blood and religion, cling as passionately to their seperate nationality and flag as we in this country to to ours.
Resolution IV That this meeting desires to express its sympathy with the women of the Transvbaal and Orange Free State, and begs them to remember that thousands of English women are filled with profound sorrow at the thought of their sufferings, and with deep regret for the action of their own Government. "God Save the Queen"
I was amongst the list of distinguished women who were the published speakers, but when it was finally resolved to append the fourth resolution it fell to me to propose it. It chimed with my feeling and formed the keystone of my life and thoughts for years to come. And now, in my old age, the tablets are turned and the women of the two former republics think with sympathy of me in my weakness and constantly, by work and deed, show me that they never forget.
Hobhouse, Emily. Boer War Letters:The Camps. Ed. Ryker Van Reener. Capetown: Human & Russeau. 1984. p.18-20.
Memoir on Arrest and Deportation
A few quiet days at Charlton House were most soothing after the "Sturm und Drang" of these varied months. Great was the love and sympathy awaiting me there. But it could not be for long. I was whirled round and round continually, needing to return to London for interviews.
While North, Lady Ripon invited me to spend a few days with them at Studley Royal and much I enjoyed that repose, the beauty of Fountain Abbey and above all the advantage of long quiet talks with Lord Ripon.
It was after very full discussions with him that I decided to return to the Cape Colony - not of course to the camps, which had been prohibited, but to continue another branch of the work about which the letters from the Cape were continually arriving. This was the condition of the deportees, of whom many were in the coast town: Durban, East London, Port Elizabeth and Cape Town itself. They were in sore need of hep. In addition, I had been urged both form Africa and England to take up the cause of the British Refugees and I was ready to investigate their need, though many "on the spot" had assured me further help was not required.
Lord Ripon was fully in accord with this outline of work, but Lord Ripon knew geography and did not conclude , as so many did, that going to South Africa necessarily meant going to the camps. Lady Ripon, too, kindly furnished me with a letter to Lady Hely-Hutchinson. Consequently I made preparations to start early in October.
Having definitely decided upon my journey and having found acquiescence in it from a number of my best advisers, I cut short my visit to Studley Royal and hurried to London for final arrangements. Being much out of health I longed got the rest of my voyage and for the sunshine of the cape. But it seemed prudent to take a companion and I did so in the shape of a young and capable nurse, Miss Philips, whose skill would later, i felt for sure, be of utmost value in the shortage of nurses throughout the country. She had been recommended to me by Mrs. Barnett when I discussed the matter with her and Canon Barnett at Bristol
We sailed on the "Avondale Castle", an intermediate slow vessel, on 5 October. We had a terrible storm on the Bay, the Captain telling me it was my fault and that I was the Jonah! That was his little joke, with a spice in it. But we were fairly good friends. It was a dreary voyage and, far from resting me, made me very unwell. Doutless I was suffering from the strenuous work of the past year. The only intellectual companionship was that of Miss Steedman on her was to become Principal of the Bloemfontein School for Girls.
I had been very much in the limelight and, needing to rest and quiet, had taken pains to keep my journey unknown and to this end had secured the promise of the Union Castle Company to omit my name for the passenger list. I was therefore the more surprised that my movements were known and arrangements had been made to arrest me. Not till much later did i learn that a busybody journalist had got wind of it and published the fact in a London paper. His woeful ignorance of what is possible under martial law made him believe and publish that i was going back to the "camps." As already stated the Government had definitely refused permission and i should never have dreamed of anything so undignified as attempting to go behind that prohibition even had it been possible, which, with martial law in control throughout the interior, it was certainly was not."
Leonard Hobhouse
"S.S Avondale Castle, Table Bay" 29 October 1901 There seems much to tell of feelings and experiences if not of facts since our arrival here on sunday, the 27th. We dropped anchor as the clock struck 4 p.m., and we were all dressed and ready to go ashore, ready with the readiness of those who has been 22 days at sea, grinding along with an asthmatic engine against strong currents and head winds. The tropics were very cold and we were all wrapped up to the tips of our noses. I never felt well all the way. The only person of interest to me on board was Miss Steedman, late of Manchester School, going out to take Principalship of Bloefontein Dames Institute from which Miss Murray was deposed. Of her more anon. All was calm and lovely as we glided into the Bay and our spirits were at boiling point. Of course we had to wait for pratique, but when the stream tug came out alongside of us I saw with horror the khaki in it and knew at once the worst to come. They boarded us and the Officer sat in the smoking-room and proceeded to examine every single individual pf the 450 passengers. Our spirits sank. No possibility of going ashore that night and sorrowfully we unpacked again. Presently it came to my turn, and then the Officer, one Lieutenant Lingham, when he had digested my name, informed me that he would prefer taking me at the very end of all. From this i augured no good, but i bowed and withdrew, still expecting only a more detailed and searching examination. It was a long buissness. Not till the dinner bell rang did he come to me and say he wished to speak to me. Crowds of people were everywhere and there was no quare inch of quietness. I took him to the Captain;s cabin, for I had an instinctive turning to the Captain at the moment as the only man to stand by me. He welcomed us in and was himself withdrawing when the Officer stopped him saying that the matter concerned him also. He, Lingham, then turned to me and informed me I was placed under arrest, that i shouldnt not be allowed to land in South Africa "anywhere," and that I was to hold no communication with anyone on shore by word or leter. I drew up and asked him from whom he had recieved such an order, and he replied from colonel Cooper, Military Commander of Cape town. I further asked from whom did the Colonel revieve such instructions, and he replied he could say no more. Then he turned to the Captain, who looked horridly misreable, for we are very good friends, and said I was placed in hid charge and he would be held responsible for me. He was to ee I did not leave the ship nor hold communication with anyone. Next he gave me the alternative of returning home by the "Carisbrooke" on the Wednesday or the remaining where I was. I replied that to return by the "Carisbrooke" was out of question fir I felt the wholly unfit for another long voyage. I then asked if he would tak letters for me to the Commandant and the Governor, etc. and this he agreed to, promising to call for them when he came to finish the ship in the morning. Although I kept my head fairly well, but I was so taken aback that i could hardly at the moment think what it was best to do. Then I had to keep up and walk down to dinner calm and unconcerned, though through the Purser the news had flashed through the ship in a second. however, I was just able to chatter merrily all dinner-time, and then after I went and poured myself out to Miss Steedma. Shewas intensly astonighed and angry and truly sympathized - a good type, of the average english view that we are all right and everything is going pretty well, this was her first lesson in the sort of things really being done in South Africa, and she was horrified. We had made great friends and though she had before embarking had the usual newspaper view of me, she had been quite turned round to see and understand me as I am. With her help I write four letters - to Milner, Kitchener, Hely-Hutchinson and Colonel Cooper. I will try to send you copies of these and the replies as I recieve them. She agreed with me that it was my duty to stay and fight the point and that it would never do to turn round and meekly obey them by going home. All night I lay awake shuddering from head to foot with the effects of the shock, for oddly enough it was a shock and unexpected in that form. Then i began to see my way and brace myself to the battle. I shall be very polite, very dignified, but in every way I possibly can a thorn in the flesh to them. I see already many ways of being a thorn. For instance, "they" don't want it much talked of in Cape town and i mean it shall be. We are to move into dock as soon as the gal subsides and I shall at once demand a guard; partly because it is ectremly disagreeable for Captan Brown to be my goaler, and partly that the guard is their witness that I keep the rulers laid down. Most of all because I understand they don't want to do it because of making it conspicuous. I know soldiers hate garding wemoen. I also mean to refuse to return to England until such time as myself willing and able, unless of course they send me under force of arms. I shall not move a limb in that direction. If the "Avondale" unloads immediately she will be able to continue her voyage in ten days' time and then they must find another prison for me. I have already petitioed all the authoritiesfor "land" prison; rocking out here in the cold is awful and I cannot sleep. It would be too ludicrous if it were not for the great tragedy of which it is one little outcome. Anyhow I think they will find me a bore, polite but a ore, before we have done. I felt happier when i had made up my mind what course to steer. The Captain who, though by no means a political sympathizer, likes me personally, is acting most courteously in a trying position. He is very angry and thinks it a great cheek of them to have used his ship as a prison and himself a goaler. Remember, of all this story you can publish just whatever you like, and more widely the better, I should think. I am hoping to send a packet home by the oficers of this ship to be posted in England. Nurse says they will do it, for one immediate results of the affair has been that evertone who avoided or disapproved of me before has now turned round in my favor. The first day of my imprisionment seemed very long. It was exasperating to see all the others land and to stau out tossing oneself in the south-easter. So I began to sketch and did two little oils of Table Mountain anf the Lion's Head. I could not read. Today we were to habe gone into dick, but the gale was too strong, so I manages another sketch - a big panorama scene of the whole group of mountains. the wind was terrific, but I pinned my paper on the dock itself and did it lying down. the Captain calls me "Napoleon in St. Helena". I bethough me today of the other cases of imprisonment in our family, but so far can only think of Hugh Hobhouse of Bristol, imprisoned for Quakerism about 1660, and of course old Bishio Trelawny. I wonder if 20 000 Englishmen "will know the reason why" about poor me! So today finding Macaulay in the library I read up wrinkles [sic] for me own guidance. And I found one at least. Those seven good on board this ship. It is 10/- a day. Here I see another way of being a bore. Also if they send me home, Government must pay my passage. I find that it is the rule of the Company in cases of undesirables who may not land. And so has ended my second day. I forgot to say that i asked if Nurse might land and Lingham replied: "Probably, but she must be searched." Captain and I both laughed so at this, that he looked very silly. nurse is of course much put about, but though wishing to remain with me and "tend" me she has decided to remain in the Colony if I go home. This being so I do not like to injure her prospects by keeping her with me, and so having permission I shall send her ashore with a letter of introduction to Lady Hely-Hutchinson and she will also take Lady Ripon's letter to Lady H.-H. What I wish is that she should join forced with little Miss Aldis and that they should push their way together to the amps. The "Kinfauns Castle," on which vessel I believe she is, lies now alongside of us unable also to get into doc. How i felt for the poor girl when i saw the steam tug meet her and that Khaki Lingham board her. I wonder if they will let her land. I have told Nurse to get into touch with her through Rev. Dewdney Drew. I shall miss Nurse very much. she will be a great stand-by. No more tonight. I am too weak in the hand to weild the pen any longer, I hope I may sleep tonight, but if you could only hear the wind; it is like great guns going off. With Love. E. Hobhouse Hobhouse, Emily. Boer War Letters: Arrest and Deportation. Ed. Ryker Van Reener. Capetown: Human & Russeau. 1984. p.137-142Letter to Leonard Hobhouse