3. THE TEST
So the ships were brought
into the dock and the passengers began to go ashore. But Mr. Escombe had
sent word to the captain that, as the whites were highly enraged against
me and my life was in danger, my family and I should be advised to land
at dusk, when the port superintendent Mr. Tatum would escort us home. The
captain communicated the message to me, and I agreed to act accordingly.
But scarcely half an hour after this, Mr. Laughton came to the captain.
He said: 'I would like to take Mr. Gandhi with me, should he have no objection.
As the legal adviser of the Agent Company I tell you that you are not bound
to carry out the message you have received from Mr. Escombe.' After this
he came to me and said somewhat to this effect: 'If you are not afraid,
I suggest that Mrs. Gandhi and the children should drive to Mr. Rustomji's
house. whilst you and I follow them on foot. I do not at all like the idea
of your entering the city like a thief in the night. I do not think there
is any fear of anyone hurting you. Everything is quiet now. The whites
have all dispersed. But in any case I am convinced that you ought not to
enter the city stealthily.' I readily agreed. My wife and children drove
safely to Mr. Rustomji's place. With the captain's permission I went ashore
with Mr. Laughton. Mr. Rustomji's house was about two miles from the dock.
As soon as we landed, some youngesters
recognized me and shouted 'Gandhi, Gandhi.' About half a dozen men rushed
to the spot and joined in the shouting. Mr. Laughton feared that the crowd
might swell, and hailed a rickshaw. I had never liked the idea of being
in a rickshaw. This was to be my first experience. But the youngsters would
not let me get into it. They frightened the rickshaw boy out of his life,
and he took to his heels. As we went ahead, the crowd continued to swell,
until it became impossible to proceed further. They first caught hold of
Mr. Laughton and separated us. Then they pelted me with stones, brickbats,
and rotten eggs. Someone snatched away my turban, whilst others began to
batter and kick me. I fainted, and caught hold of the front railings of
a house and stood there to get my breath. But it was impossible. They came
upon me, boxing and battering. The wife of the police superintendent, who
knew me, happened to be passing by. The brave lady came up, opened her
parasol though there was no sun then, and stood between the crowd and me.
This checked the fury of the mob, as it was difficult for them to deliver
blows on me without harming Mrs. Alexander.
Meanwhile an Indian youth who
witnessed the incident had run to the police station. The police superintendent,
Mr. Alexander, sent a posse of men to ring me round and escort me safely
to my destination. They arrived in time. The police station lay on our
way. As we reached there, the superintendent asked me to take refuge in
the station, but I gratefully declined the offer. 'They are sure to quiet
down when they realize their mistake,' I said 'I have trust in their sense
of fairness.' Escorted by the police, I arrived without further harm at
Mr. Rustomji's place. I had bruises all over, but no abrasions except in
one place. Dr. Dadibarjor, the ship's doctor, who was on the spot, rendered
the best possible help.
There was quiet inside, but
outside the whites surrounded the house. Night was coming on, and the yelling
crowd was shouting, 'We must have Gandhi.' The quick-sighted police superintendent
was already there, trying to keep the crowds under control not by threats,
but by humouring them. But he was not entirely free from anxiety. He sent
me a message to this effect: 'If you would save your friend's house and
property and also your family, you should escape from the house in disguise,
as I suggest.'
Thus on one and the same day
I was faced with two contradictory positions. When danger to life had been
no more than imaginary, Mr. Laughton advised me to launch forth openly.
I accepted the advice. When the danger was quite real, another friend gave
me the contrary advice, and I accepted that too. Who can say whether I
did so because I saw that my life was in jeopardy, or because I did not
want to put my friend's life and property or the lives of my wife and children
in danger? Who can say for certain that I was right both when I faced the
crowd in the first instance bravely, as it was said, and when I escaped
from it in disguise?
It is idle to adjudicate upon
the right and wrong of incidents that have already happened. It is useful
to understand them and, if possible, to learn a lesson from them for the
future. It is difficult to say for certain how a particular man would act
in a particular set of circumstances. We can also see that judging a man
from his outward act is no more than a doubtful inference, inasmuch as
it is not based on sufficient data.
Be that as it may, the preparations
for escape made me forget my injuries. As suggested by the superintendent,
I put on an Indian constable's uniform and wore on my head a Madrasi scarf,
wrapped round a plate to serve as a helmet. Two detectives accompanied
me, one of them disguised as an Indian merchant and with his face painted
to resemble that of an Indian. I forget the disguise of the other. We reached
a neighbouring shop by a by-lane, and making our way through the gunny
bags piled in the godown, escaped by the gate of the shop and threaded
our way through the crowd to a carriage that had been kept for me at the
end of the street. In this we drove off to the same police station where
Mr. Alexander had offered me refuge a short time before, and I thanked
him and the detective officers.
Whilst I had been thus effecting
my escape, Mr Alexander had kept the crowd amused by singing the tune:
'Hang old Gandhi
When he was informed of my safe
arrival at the police station, he thus broke the news to the crowd: 'Well,
your victim has made good his escape through a neighbouring shop. You had
better go home now.' Some of them were angry, others laughed, some refused
to believe the story.
On the sour apple tree.'
'Well then,' said the superintendent,
'if you do not believe me, you may appoint one or two representatives,
whom I am ready to take inside the house. If they succeed in finding out
Gandhi, I will gladly deliver him to you. But if they fail, you must disperse.
I am sure that you have no intention of destroying Mr. Rustomji's house
or of harming Mr. Gandhi's wife and children.'
The crowd sent their representatives
to search the house. They soon returned with disappointing news, and the
crowd broke up at last, most of them admiring the superintendent's tactful
handling of the situation, and a few fretting and fuming.
The late Mr. Chamberlain, who
was then Secretary of State for the Colonies, cabled asking the Natal Government
to prosecute my assailants. Mr. Escombe sent for me, expressed his regret
for the injuries I had sustained, and said: 'Believe me, I cannot feel
happy over the least little injury done to your person. You had a right
to accept Mr. Laughton's advice and to face the worst, but I am sure that
if you had considered my suggestion, these sad occurences would not have
happened. If you can identify the assailants, I am prepared to arrest and
prosecute them. Mr. Chamberlain also desires me to do so.'
To which I gave the following
'I do not want to prosecute
anyone. It is possible that I may be able to identify one or two of them,
but what is the use of getting them punished? Besides, I do not hold the
assailants to blame. They were given to understand that I had made exaggerated
statements in India about the whites in Natal and calumniated them. If
they believed these reports, it is no wonder that they were enraged. The
leaders and, if you will permit me to say so, you are to blame. You could
have guided the people properly, but you also believed Reuter and assumed
that I must have indulged in exaggeration. I do not want to bring any one
to book. I am sure that, when the truth becomes known, they will be sorry
for their conduct.'
'Would you mind giving me this
in writing?' said Mr Escombe. 'Because I shall have to cable to Mr. Chamberlain
to that effect. I do not want you to make any statement in haste. You may,
if you like, consult Mr. Laughton and your other friends, before you come
to a final decision. I may confess, however, that if you waive the right
of bringing your assailants to book, you will considerably help me in restoring
quiet, besides enhancing your own reputation.'
'Thank you,' said I. 'I need
not consult anyone. I had made my decision in the matter before I came
to you. It is my conviction that I should not prosecute the assailants,
and I am prepared this moment to reduce my decision to writing.'
With this I gave him the necessary