9. A TUSSLE WITH
To turn now to the Asiatic Department.
Johannesburg was the stronghold
of the Asiatic officers. I had been observing that far from protecting
the Indians, Chinese and others, these officers were grinding them down.
Every day I had complaints like this: 'The rightful ones are not admitted,
whilst those who have no right are smuggled in on payment of £100.
If you will not remedy this state of things, who will?' I shared the feeling.
If I did not succeed in stamping out this evil, I should be living in the
Transvaal in vain.
So I began to collect evidence,
and as soon as I had gathered a fair amount I approached the Police Commissioner.
He appeared to be a just man. Far from giving me the cold shoulder, he
listened to me patiently, and asked me to show him all the evidence in
my possession. He examined the witnesses himself and was satisfied, but
he knew as well as I that it was difficult in South Africa to get a white
jury to convict a white offender against coloured men. 'But,' said he,
'let us try at any rate. It is not proper, either, to let such criminals
go scot-free for fear of the jury acquitting them. I must get them arrested.
I assure you I shall leave no stone unturned.'
I did not need the assurance.
I suspected quite a number of officers, but as I had no unchallengeable
evidence against them all, warrants of arrest were issued against the two
about whose guilt I had not the slightest doubt.
My movements could never be
kept secret. Many knew that I was going to the Police Commissioner practically
daily. The two officers against whom warrants had been issued had spies
more or less efficient. They used to patrol my office and report my movements
to the officers. I must admit, however, that these officers were so bad
that they could not have had many spies. Had the Indians and the Chinese
not helped me, they would never have been arrested.
One of these absconded. The
Police Commissioner obtained an extradition warrant against him, and got
him arrested and brought to the Transvaal. They were tried, and although
there was strong evidence against them, and in spite of the fact that the
jury had evidence of one of them having absconded, both were declared to
be not guilty and acquitted.
I was sorely disappointed. The
Police Commissioner also was very sorry. I was disgusted with the legal
profession. The very intellect became an abomination to me inasmuch as
it could be prostituted for screening [=concealing] crime.
However, the guilt of both these
officers was so patent that in spite of their acquittal the Government
could not harbour them. Both were cashiered, and the Asiatic department
became comparatively clean, and the Indian community was somewhat reassured.
The event enhanced my prestige
and brought me more business. The bulk, though not all, of the hundreds
of pounds that the community was monthly squandering in peculation, was
saved. All could not be saved, for the dishonest still plied their trade.
But it was now possible for the honest man to preserve his honesty.
I must say that though these
officers were so bad, I had nothing against them personally. They were
aware of this themselves, and when in their straits they approached me,
I helped them too. They had a chance of getting employed by the Johannesburg
Municipality, in case I did not oppose the proposal. A friend of theirs
saw me in this connection, and I agreed not to thwart them, and they succeeded.
This attitude of mine put the
officials with whom I came in contact perfectly at ease, and though I had
often to fight with their department and use strong language, they remained
quite friendly with me. I was not then quite conscious that such behaviour
was part of my nature. I learnt later that it was an essential part of
Satyagraha, and an attribute of ahimsa.
Man and his deed are two distinct
things. Whereas a good deed should call forth approbation and a wicked
deed disapprobation, the doer of the deed, whether good or wicked, always
deserves respect or pity as the case may be. 'Hate the sin and not the
sinner' is a precept which, though easy enough to understand, is rarely
practised, and that is why the poison of hatred spreads in the world.
This ahimsa is the basis
of the search for truth. I am realizing every day that the search is vain
unless it is founded on ahimsa as the basis. It is quite proper
to resist and attack a system, but to resist and attack its author is tantamount
to resisting and attacking oneself. For we are all tarred with the same
brush, and are children of one and the same Creator, and as such the divine
powers within us are infinite. To slight a single human being is to slight
those divine powers, and thus to harm not only that being, but with him
the whole world.