38. MY PART IN THE WAR
On arrival in England
I learned that Gokhale had been stranded in Paris, where he had gone for
reasons of health, and as communication between Paris and London had been
cut off, there was no knowing when he would return. I did not want to go
home without having seen him, but no one could say definitely when he would
What then was I to do in the
meanwhile? What was my duty as regards the war? Sorabji Adajania, my comrade
in jail and a Satyagrahi, was then reading for the bar in London. As one
of the best Satyagrahis, he had been sent to England to qualify himself
as a barrister, so that he might take my place on return to South Africa.
Dr. Pranjivandas Mehta was paying his expenses. With him, and through him,
I had conferences with Dr. Jivraj Mehta and others who were prosecuting
their studies in England. In consultation with them, a meeting of the Indian
residents in Great Britain and Ireland was called. I placed my views before
I felt that Indians residing
in England ought to do their bit in the war. English students had volunteered
to serve in the army, and Indians might do no less. A number of objections
were taken to this line of argument. There was, it was contended, a world
of difference between the Indians and the English. We were slaves and they
were masters. How could a slave co-operate with the master in the hour
of the latter's need? Was it not the duty of the slave, seeking to be free,
to make the master's need his opportunity? This argument failed to appeal
to me then. I knew the difference of status between an Indian and an Englishman,
but I did not believe that we had been quite reduced to slavery. I felt
then that it was more the fault of individual British officials than of
the British system, and that we could convert them by love. If we would
improve our status through the help and co-operation of the British, it
was our duty to win their help by standing by them in their hour of need.
Though the system was faulty, it did not seem to me to be intolerable,
as it does today. But if, having lost my faith in the system, I refuse
to co-operate with the British Government today, how could those friends
do so, having lost their faith not only in the system but in the officials
The opposing friends felt that
that was the hour for making a bold declaration of Indian demands, and
for improving the status of Indians.
I thought that England's need
should not be turned into our opportunity, and that it was more becoming
and far-sighted not to press our demands while the war lasted. I therefore
adhered to my advice, and invited those who would to enlist as volunteers.
There was a good response, practically all the provinces and all the religions
being represented among the volunteers.
I wrote a letter to Lord Crewe,
acquainting him with these facts, and expressing our readiness to be trained
for ambulance work, if that should be considered a condition precedent
to the acceptance of our offer.
Lord Crewe accepted the offer
after some hesitation, and thanked us for having tendered our services
to the Empire at that critical hour.
The volunteers began their preliminary
training in first aid to the wounded under the well-known Dr. Cantlie.
It was a short course of six weeks, but it covered the whole course of
We were a class of about eighty.
In six weeks we were examined, and all except one passed. For these the
Government now provided military drill and other training. Colonel Baker
was placed in charge of this work.
London in these days was a sight
worth seeing. There was no panic, but all were busy helping to the best
of their ability. Able-bodied adults began training as combatants, but
what were the old, the infirm, and the women to do? There was enough work
for them, if they wanted. So they employed themselves in cutting and making
clothes and dressings for the wounded.
The Lyceum, a ladies' club,
undertook to make as many clothes for the soldiers as they could. Shrimati
Sarojini Naidu was a member of this club, and threw herself whole-heartedly
into the work. This was my first acquaintance with her. She placed before
me a heap of clothes which had been cut to pattern, and asked me to get
them all sewn up and return them to her. I welcomed her demand and with
the assistance of friends got as many clothes made as I could manage during
my training for first aid.