by Bernard VanCuylenberg
My Dad had the knack of giving life to a good story, and whenever my brother, sister and I came home for the holidays from boarding school, he would regale us with these stories round the dinner table. On dark nights in a lonely estate bungalow we sat riveted to our seats "living" the adventures ! My Mum would terminate proceedings when it became too late and sleep was forgotten ! I first heard the Bracegirdle story when I was fourteen years old and I remember the way my Dad related it, Bracegirdle almost came to life ! Many years later "The Sunday Observer" in its special features section printed the story, which I read more than once. However this time, I accept full responsibility, and apologize for any errors. After 64 years, the memory tends to play tricks - and I am writing this drawing on my memory bank ! But the essence of the story is factual and occurred as stated.
During the colonial period of the late 1930's, a tea plantation in the Madulkelle district Relugas Estate, was the place where what appeared to be a simple act of insubordination by an Assistant Superintendent, was to have far reaching consequences and wider ramifications not only for the company concerned, but for the colonial government of the time and a left leaning socialist political party called the "Lanka Sama Samaja Party", (The Lanka Socialist Party) popularly known as the LSSP. The "David" in this case was a young assistant superintendent named Mark Bracegirdle and the "Goliath" was the government of the day - at first glance an uneven match.
The Superintendent of this particular estate Mr.H.D.Thomas was badly in need of an assistant, and he petitioned the company accordingly. As was the modus operandum of the day, a young Englishman Mark Bracegirdle was recruited from overseas and after he arrived in Ceylon and spent two days at the Agency House, where the director of tea inducted him into what a planter's duties entailed. He was then sent to another estate for a stint of 'creeping'. When he had completed his creeping to the satisfaction of the superintendent of that estate and the company, he finally arrived to take up duties at Relugas estate in Madulkelle to the relief of the superintendent.
Remember his name well. It is a name that figured prominently not only in the tea industry of that period, but also in political, business and government circles. Mark Bracegirdle did not come from England, though he was English in origin. He came from Australia. His mother and he emigrated to Australia from England in 1925 and when he grew up he trained as a farmer. He also joined the Australian Young Communist League -- as history will show, his political leanings were to have a dramatic impact on his life in Ceylon. Settling in well, Bracegirdle went to work with vim, vigour and a hearty dose of enthusiasm. He got his hands dirty often as he did not believe in giving instructions and supervising. He was physically hyper-active and would prune,weed, move stones in new clearings, lop trees, and sometimes even pluck leaf, to the amusement of the women pluckers. He was particularly sympathetic to complaints by the labourers, especially if such complaints were about their line rooms whenever repairs were needed. He was always accessible, and before long became the idol or pin-up boy of the entire labour force! He even visited the line rooms of the labour and shared their meals with them.
Mr.Thomas was aghast. This was something unheard of in the days when the English planters ruled their estates like some petty fiefdom and "never the twain would meet", with apologies to Mark Twain. Meanwhile, he kept an eagle eye on Bracegirdle's progress and concluded that although he was an exemplary worker and a cut above the rest as far as Assistant Superintendents were concerned, his attitude and behaviour to the established norms of the social structure were out of character. He had no idea of the mini revolution looming on the horizon which would rock this estate to its very roots!
One day on his field rounds, the Superintendent was amused to see Bracegirdle standing on a rock in a distant field. He appeared to be preaching a sermon, or giving a speech to a group of labourers. The men and women were gathered around, listening intently to every word. To him it looked like a politician making a speech to a group of voters. Intrigued, he approached the scene to ascertain what was happening, thinking that his able Assistant was instructing the labourers on certain tasks to be carried out. What he heard horrified him! He was shocked to hear Bracegirdle telling the labourers - in fluent Tamil - that they should submit a petition to the Company through the Superintendent drawing attention to their sub-standard living conditions.Their line rooms, he told them, were not fit for animals; and prisoners in jails had better living conditions. They were exploited to the maximum and deserved to live in dignity. The labourers had never heard anybody, let alone a white man who was their boss, speak to them about their sub standard living conditions and telling them they deserved better !
To them, this was a revelation and in their superstitious beliefs Bracegirdle appeared to be a sort of "Sami Dorai"...a 'Dorai' who was Godlike! It transpired that Bracegirdle's political leanings were of a shade dark red, and as already mentioned, in Australia he had been a member of the Communist Party. Marxist, Socialist, Leftist call it what you will...it was all in his genes. He was a hot-blooded activist whose bete noire was the working and living conditions of the poor and downtrodden on the plantations. This estate was to him a fertile breeding ground which fanned his revolutionary fervour.
Agitated and alarmed, Mr.Thomas returned to his bungalow and compiled a detailed report of what he had seen and heard, for official purposes. He then summoned Bracegirdle to his office and behind closed doors let him have both volleys verbally, drawing reference to the conditions of his employment . Holding nothing back he said he took a very dim view of this type of behaviour, and warned him that any repetition would mean instant dismissal. But despite all the tough talk he had the sinking feeling that the problem he now encountered would snowball into unimaginable proportions.....And he was correct. His words had exactly the opposite effect on the young firebrand. Although he continued working, his political ardour was inflamed further and in order of priority, his devotion to duty was superseded by his political convictions.
Subsequently, he was caught again "preaching" to the labour force, and this time merited instant dismissal. Mr.Thomas meanwhile forwarded a comprehensive report to the company citing the reasons for the dismissal of Bracegirdle. The director who read the report realized that he was holding a political hot potato in his hands. In the context of the times, any "revolutionary" talk against the establishment and ruling class specially by a 'White' worker was sacrilegious ! He took the matter up with the chairman of the company who in turn notified the authorities and they in their wisdom decided that Bracegirdle should be deported. By now the subject was the talking point in political and business circles, and the press had a field day.
Meanwhile, Bracegirdle had left the estate and joined the " Lanka Sama Samaja Party " (The Ceylon Socialist Party) in December 1936. Until the deportation order was finalised, the police could not touch him since he had committed no crime.The hierarchy of the Party welcomed him with open arms. This White man was a comrade after their own hearts. On one occasion he was introduced to a large crowd by a young Doctor N.M.Perera and Bracegirdle whipped the crowd to a frenzy, thrilling them with his oratory skills. The key figures in the LSSP at the time were Doctor Colvin R.De Silva, Leslie Goonewardena, Philip Gunawardena and if memory serves me correctly Edmund Samarakoddy, to mention a few. Later on in life some of these politicians became leading luminaries in Sri Lanka's politics and held ministerial positions in various governments. As time passed, Bracegirdle became a drawcard whenever the LSSP held a meeting - in the language of the present era, he enjoyed rock star status ! He was the main attraction while the other speakers were the 'supporting act'!!
The
planters, politicians, and all parties connected with the Bracegirdle
story have long vanished into the mists of history. But in the copies of
The Ceylon Daily News and other newspapers of the time which printed
the story of the young rebel,his escapades which earned him heroic
status among the working class still live on in their pages.
Editor's Note:
Creeper - a 'creeper' is a trainee; 'creeping' is training
Dorai - Tamil word for 'Sahib' / boss
Meet the writer: Bernard VanCuylenberg
My late Dad was a tea planter...hence memories of the tea plantations are precious to me. My memories of childhood, growing up in the salubrious climate of the tea country are very dear to me, because my brother, sister and I had parents who were angels.
Prior to migrating to Australia my working background was in the field of tourism and hospitality.
In Australia I worked for seventeen years as an Administrative Officer in the Victoria Police Department, and retired in 1999. I played lead and rhythm guitarin two bands ( in Sri Lanka, and in Australia). I loved the sitar and always hoped I could learn it one day. Ravi Shankar was my idol.
My Dad had the knack of giving life to a good story, and whenever my brother, sister and I came home for the holidays from boarding school, he would regale us with these stories round the dinner table. On dark nights in a lonely estate bungalow we sat riveted to our seats "living" the adventures ! My Mum would terminate proceedings when it became too late and sleep was forgotten ! I first heard the Bracegirdle story when I was fourteen years old and I remember the way my Dad related it, Bracegirdle almost came to life ! Many years later "The Sunday Observer" in its special features section printed the story, which I read more than once. However this time, I accept full responsibility, and apologize for any errors. After 64 years, the memory tends to play tricks - and I am writing this drawing on my memory bank ! But the essence of the story is factual and occurred as stated.
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| Madulkelle tea country: pic from Wildcard Travels blog copyright Anne Schreiber Thomas |
The Superintendent of this particular estate Mr.H.D.Thomas was badly in need of an assistant, and he petitioned the company accordingly. As was the modus operandum of the day, a young Englishman Mark Bracegirdle was recruited from overseas and after he arrived in Ceylon and spent two days at the Agency House, where the director of tea inducted him into what a planter's duties entailed. He was then sent to another estate for a stint of 'creeping'. When he had completed his creeping to the satisfaction of the superintendent of that estate and the company, he finally arrived to take up duties at Relugas estate in Madulkelle to the relief of the superintendent.
Remember his name well. It is a name that figured prominently not only in the tea industry of that period, but also in political, business and government circles. Mark Bracegirdle did not come from England, though he was English in origin. He came from Australia. His mother and he emigrated to Australia from England in 1925 and when he grew up he trained as a farmer. He also joined the Australian Young Communist League -- as history will show, his political leanings were to have a dramatic impact on his life in Ceylon. Settling in well, Bracegirdle went to work with vim, vigour and a hearty dose of enthusiasm. He got his hands dirty often as he did not believe in giving instructions and supervising. He was physically hyper-active and would prune,weed, move stones in new clearings, lop trees, and sometimes even pluck leaf, to the amusement of the women pluckers. He was particularly sympathetic to complaints by the labourers, especially if such complaints were about their line rooms whenever repairs were needed. He was always accessible, and before long became the idol or pin-up boy of the entire labour force! He even visited the line rooms of the labour and shared their meals with them.
Mr.Thomas was aghast. This was something unheard of in the days when the English planters ruled their estates like some petty fiefdom and "never the twain would meet", with apologies to Mark Twain. Meanwhile, he kept an eagle eye on Bracegirdle's progress and concluded that although he was an exemplary worker and a cut above the rest as far as Assistant Superintendents were concerned, his attitude and behaviour to the established norms of the social structure were out of character. He had no idea of the mini revolution looming on the horizon which would rock this estate to its very roots!
One day on his field rounds, the Superintendent was amused to see Bracegirdle standing on a rock in a distant field. He appeared to be preaching a sermon, or giving a speech to a group of labourers. The men and women were gathered around, listening intently to every word. To him it looked like a politician making a speech to a group of voters. Intrigued, he approached the scene to ascertain what was happening, thinking that his able Assistant was instructing the labourers on certain tasks to be carried out. What he heard horrified him! He was shocked to hear Bracegirdle telling the labourers - in fluent Tamil - that they should submit a petition to the Company through the Superintendent drawing attention to their sub-standard living conditions.Their line rooms, he told them, were not fit for animals; and prisoners in jails had better living conditions. They were exploited to the maximum and deserved to live in dignity. The labourers had never heard anybody, let alone a white man who was their boss, speak to them about their sub standard living conditions and telling them they deserved better !
To them, this was a revelation and in their superstitious beliefs Bracegirdle appeared to be a sort of "Sami Dorai"...a 'Dorai' who was Godlike! It transpired that Bracegirdle's political leanings were of a shade dark red, and as already mentioned, in Australia he had been a member of the Communist Party. Marxist, Socialist, Leftist call it what you will...it was all in his genes. He was a hot-blooded activist whose bete noire was the working and living conditions of the poor and downtrodden on the plantations. This estate was to him a fertile breeding ground which fanned his revolutionary fervour.
Agitated and alarmed, Mr.Thomas returned to his bungalow and compiled a detailed report of what he had seen and heard, for official purposes. He then summoned Bracegirdle to his office and behind closed doors let him have both volleys verbally, drawing reference to the conditions of his employment . Holding nothing back he said he took a very dim view of this type of behaviour, and warned him that any repetition would mean instant dismissal. But despite all the tough talk he had the sinking feeling that the problem he now encountered would snowball into unimaginable proportions.....And he was correct. His words had exactly the opposite effect on the young firebrand. Although he continued working, his political ardour was inflamed further and in order of priority, his devotion to duty was superseded by his political convictions.
Subsequently, he was caught again "preaching" to the labour force, and this time merited instant dismissal. Mr.Thomas meanwhile forwarded a comprehensive report to the company citing the reasons for the dismissal of Bracegirdle. The director who read the report realized that he was holding a political hot potato in his hands. In the context of the times, any "revolutionary" talk against the establishment and ruling class specially by a 'White' worker was sacrilegious ! He took the matter up with the chairman of the company who in turn notified the authorities and they in their wisdom decided that Bracegirdle should be deported. By now the subject was the talking point in political and business circles, and the press had a field day.
Meanwhile, Bracegirdle had left the estate and joined the " Lanka Sama Samaja Party " (The Ceylon Socialist Party) in December 1936. Until the deportation order was finalised, the police could not touch him since he had committed no crime.The hierarchy of the Party welcomed him with open arms. This White man was a comrade after their own hearts. On one occasion he was introduced to a large crowd by a young Doctor N.M.Perera and Bracegirdle whipped the crowd to a frenzy, thrilling them with his oratory skills. The key figures in the LSSP at the time were Doctor Colvin R.De Silva, Leslie Goonewardena, Philip Gunawardena and if memory serves me correctly Edmund Samarakoddy, to mention a few. Later on in life some of these politicians became leading luminaries in Sri Lanka's politics and held ministerial positions in various governments. As time passed, Bracegirdle became a drawcard whenever the LSSP held a meeting - in the language of the present era, he enjoyed rock star status ! He was the main attraction while the other speakers were the 'supporting act'!!
His speeches were noted by the undercover police and the authorities, as the British planters, were furious that their prestige was being torn to shreds by a fellow white man. He took to the stage with all guns blazing and worked the large crowds to a fever pitch,lambasting the government, colonial rule, and highlighted numerous instances where capitalism was exploiting the working class. Although originally he intended training to be a tea planter which is why he went to Ceylon, colonialism was not his cup of tea !!! The press in the meantime had a field day and turned Bracegirdle into a "Robin Hood" type of hero ! But his life in the spotlight soon came to an end.
The Governor Sir Richard Stubbs served a deportation order on him for
the 22nd April 1937, and with this order came a deadline. He had to
leave the country in 48 hours ! But the LSSP had other ideas. Like some
scene from a spy thriller, they snatched Bracegirdle before the long arm
of the law could reach him and through a network of safe houses
ensured that he was always one step ahead of the police. The best
detectives and undercover operators were used to track him down, but he
remained elusive and evasive !!
However, all things in life are fleeting and his dream run came to an
end. During a visit to the home of the secretary of the LSSP in
Hulftsdorf which was closely watched by plain clothes police officers,
he was arrested and ended up in court. Who said that miracles don't
happen ? The three supreme court judges who heard the case made a ruling
that he could not be deported for exercising his right to free speech !
Bracegirdle was a free man!!
This story did not end with our hero riding into the sunset on a winning
streak. Instead he sailed away quietly to England one day in 1937, and
was given a fond farewell by stalwarts of the LSSP Dr.N.M.Perera,
Mrs.Selina Perera and Vernon Gunasekera, the secretary of the party. In
England he led a busy life teaching, dabbled in archaeology, and was
actively involved with the British Museum. Although he was no longer in
Ceylon, his aura and mystique impacted the working class and his name
was a shining light in socialist and Marxist circles. They honoured him
as an activist who had the courage of his convictions, dared to
challenge the colonial establishment -- and almost won ! He died on
the 22nd June 1999.
Editor's Note:
Creeper - a 'creeper' is a trainee; 'creeping' is training
Dorai - Tamil word for 'Sahib' / boss
Meet the writer: Bernard VanCuylenberg
My late Dad was a tea planter...hence memories of the tea plantations are precious to me. My memories of childhood, growing up in the salubrious climate of the tea country are very dear to me, because my brother, sister and I had parents who were angels.
Prior to migrating to Australia my working background was in the field of tourism and hospitality.
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If you've ever visited a tea garden or lived in one, or if you have a good friend who did, you would have heard some absolutely improbable stories! You will meet many storytellers here at Indian Chai Stories, and they are almost all from the world of tea gardens: planters, memsaabs, baby and baba log. Each of our contributors has a really good story to tell - don't lose any time before you start reading them!
Do you have a chai story of your own to share? Send it to me here, please : indianchaistories@gmail.com. My name is Gowri Mohanakrishnan and I'm a tea planter's wife. I started this blog because one of the things that I wouldn't want us to lose in a fast changing world is the tea story - a story always told with great seriousness, no matter how funny - always true (always), maybe a tall tale, long, or short, impossible, scary, funny or exciting but never dull.
You will find yourself transported to another world! Happy reading! Cheers to the spirit of Indian Tea!
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9 comments:
What an interesting story about a tea planter turned 'rebel with a cause'! I can imagine the consternation he caused in Company and political circles! Thank you for sharing it, Mr VanCuylenberg.
Wonderful tale expressively recounted. The 'Butterfly Effect' theory almost proved itself! Bracegirdle reminds me of David Farnham, an English planter in the Dooars and Assam who eventually married a 'local' and 'stayed on'. He died in Assam some years ago.
What an incredible story of courage and conviction. Thanks for sharing.
Hats off to this courageous personage whose truth very nearly did triumph. Thanks for this story with a happy ending.
A salute to the three Supreme Court judges too, for upholding the right to free speech.
A story which is both courageous and poignant. Thankyou for bringing it to our attention.
Tea has over the period showcased many heroes but Mark Bracegirdle emerges as the leader of the masses. His is the story with difference. Remarkable told by the writer it has been very engrossing reading.
A very interesting piece! Bracegirdle was the quintessential socialist. Whatever he railed against those long years ago, still existed in the Dooars in 1985. I wonder if anything’s changed since? 21 servants for the manager and wife and a baby that followed.Luxury at its best punctured by the political leanings and consequent chaos that it led to! Yes we created jobs for many but was that colonial, Victorian lifestyle justifiable? Not to mention the lack of basic amenities for the labour force, which the owners of gardens never bothered about, often putting the lives of managers in great danger. I hope all that has changed today. Thank you Bernard for a timely reminder!
An excellent and informative story narrated very well!
What an inspiring persona - Mark Bracegirdle ! Courage of conviction and compassion for the workers . I see those traits in many cancer advocates who work to bring equity in cancer care . So happy to have this shared in Chai for Cancer
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