Empire_ What Ruling the World Did to the British - Jeremy Paxman [98]
Chapter Ten
‘Play up! Play up! And play the game!’
Henry Newbolt, ‘Vitaï Lampada’, 1892
What was to be done with a place like Sudan? Like everywhere else, once the conquest was finished there came the problem of administration. If you had any faith in the empire, this was a task which might stretch for centuries. And the bigger the empire became, the greater the number of people required to make it function. When the acquisition of territories was a by-product of free enterprise, it could be left to Jack the Lads of one variety or another. Better still, it could be done indirectly, through treaties with local chiefs and kings, who retained the dignities of power in exchange for surrendering the reality or paying a ransom. This was how it worked in much of India, where hundreds of rajahs and nawabs, maharajahs, nizams, walis and badshahs* were accorded the courtesies of apparent sovereignty – replete with artillery salutes – but whose strings were pulled by British residents or agents. A similar system was adopted once Africa had been colonized, a ‘dual mandate’, in which local chiefs continued to rule their tribes while the British ran the army, organized taxes, managed the colony’s foreign relations and plundered its natural resources. These arrangements had the obvious advantage for the British of requiring fewer officials while affording maximum profit and it is at least arguable that had some similar concessions been made in North America, then perhaps Britain might have hung on to its colonies there a little longer and said goodbye to them with more grace.
By the late nineteenth century the possession, retention and running of an empire was Britain’s main international preoccupation, and it required a dedicated corps of individuals as its officers. At the grandest end of things – being the queen-empress’s personification in India, for example – the representatives of the Crown were expected to be imposing figures. Lord Curzon, Viceroy at the turn of the century, had been haunted since his Oxford days by a verse beginning:
My name is George Nathaniel Curzon.
I am a most superior person,
which made him the right sort of chap for the job, and Viscount Mountbatten, the last Viceroy, was a genuine member of the British royal family. All were supplied with the robes and carriages, decorations and retainers, to give them an appropriately viceregal appearance. But the vast majority of officials were mere executives, untroubled by questions of how long one country might exercise authority over another, or indeed why it had been acquired in the first place. Their job was to make it function. The job could have a particular charm for younger siblings of