‘I see no being which lives in the world without violence.’ -- MAHABHARATA
In 31 chapters does the author divide his book:
1. The Churchills and the Raj
2. Lord Randolph Takes Charge
3. Illusions of Power: The Gandhis, India, and British Rule
4. Awakening: Gandhi in London and South Africa, 1888–1895
5. Awakening II: Churchill in India, 1896–1899
6. Men at War, 1899–1900
7. Converging Paths, 1900–1906
8. Brief Encounter, 1906–1909
9. Break Point, 1909–1910
10. Parting of the Ways, 1911–1914
11. A Bridgehead Too Far, 1914–1915
12. Gandhi’s War, 1915–1918
13. Bloodshed, 1919–1920
14. Noncooperation, 1920–1922
15. Reversal of Fortunes, 1922–1929
16. Eve of Battle, 1929
17. Salt, 1930
18. Round Tables and Naked Fakirs, 1930–1931
19. Contra Mundum, 1931–1932
20. Last Ditch, 1932–1935
21. Against the Current, 1936–1938
22. Edge of Darkness, 1938–1939
23. Collision Course, 1939–1940
24. From Narvik to Bardoli, April 1940–December 1941
25. Debacle, 1941–1942
26. Quit India, 1942
27. Showdown, 1943
28. Triumph and Tragedy, 1943–1945
29. Walk Alone, 1945–1947
30.Death in the Garden, 1947–1948
31. Lion in Twilight, 1948–1965
What does the book speak of?
Two men, born five years and four thousand miles distant, meet once when both are unfamiliar. Then they go their separate ways and become two of the most venerated figures of the 20th century. From time to time they pass each other as they pass through history, each bent on his own course. Or else they find very different destinies.
One saves his country and ensures triumph in the greatest war the world has ever known. The other persuades a powerful nation into giving up its most impressive possession and founds the most populous democracy on earth.
That is the typical story of Gandhi and Churchill as portrayed by historians, biographers, and even filmmakers.
But it is not the whole story. Both men at the end of their lives got what they most wanted, but at the cost of what they most treasured.
Gandhi and Churchill both died as heroes to their fellow countrymen and as emblems to the rest of the world. But what they are celebrated for achieving is not what they had set out to do.
Churchill spent his life trying to reconstruct the regal sumptuousness that had been the benchmark of his father’s generation. He discovered that stateliness as a young officer in India, and in the pages of Gibbon and Macaulay he uncovered the reverie that underlay it: of a European civilization that could harmonize mankind’s contradictory impulses and create a world of development and “bright uplands.”
Churchill’s identity as a Briton was founded on that dream, just as he cherished the empire that went with it.
When Churchill was young, the dream had been shared by others. Then it gradually evaporated, first among intellectuals, then among politicians, and lastly among the British public. Among everyone, that is, except Churchill, who nurtured it and kept it alive during years of aggravation and letdown.
He used it to motivate his nation to victory in World War II, but later it lost its value to others if not to him. Britons preferred to remain human beings rather than become heroes. To his grief Churchill was left with the fragments of his broken dream, including the dream of the Raj in India.
Gandhi too lived a dream. He had conceived that dream in London as a law student: of India as the spiritual home of mankind, of an ancient Hindu civilization that could overcome mankind’s conflicting impulses and create a world of spiritual harmony and growth, of ahimsa and Satyagraha or soul force.
That dream too sustained him through years of aggravation and failure. He used it to inspire his nation to reach out for freedom from Britain and for independence.
Then, when the goal was in sight, his vision lost its value to others if not to him. Gandhi too was left with a dream’s busted pieces, while India dissolved into bedlam and hostility.
Gandhi’s death did more to end the violence than anything he had done when he was alive. But the disaster that engulfed post-independence India did not come to a stop after 1948.
The Raj was over and India was free, but it was no longer the India he—or Churchill—would identify. It had become two countries, and then ultimately three: India, Pakistan, and Bangladesh.
More years of carnage and fighting lay ahead.
Under Nehru’s catastrophic economic policies, India’s deficiency sustained. Only years of retrenchment, and a trend of thinking far different from Gandhi’s notion of a nation of charkhas and self-sufficient villages, would put India on the path to becoming a steady, flourishing nation.
Meanwhile military coups and the rise of anti-Western Islamic fanaticism would intersperse the sad history of Pakistan.
It would fight two more vicious wars with its larger rival for control of Kashmir. At one point in 1999 Pakistan and India even approached a nuclear showdown. Later, thanks to al-Qaeda, the old Northwest Frontier, or Waziristan, proved to be as precarious and brutal a place as it was when Churchill first served there more than a century ago.
All this may have fulfilled Churchill’s nastiest forecasts of what would happen if the British left India. But would he have had any satisfaction at being proven right? His dream had been shattered, too, would it not?
Despite his best efforts, Churchill could not reinstate Britain’s smugness and poise in the world any more than Gandhi was able to build upon India’s pre-British roots. And in outstanding ways, identities have been reversed.
Today’s self-governing, modernizing, globalizing Indians seem more like Americans, Australians, and the other “English-speaking peoples” than Churchill could ever have imagined.
Both men lived their late Victorian creeds to the hilt. They saw the political arena as the place where their moral visions could be realized and their personal courage put to the test.
Both believed that by sheer force of will and example they could redirect the course of events in India and in the world.
The experience of defeat only seemed to intensify their drive and ambition. Ultimately, both men convinced themselves that their lives would have meaning only if they could secure the support of the masses for their dreams, even if the elites of their societies, Britain and India, remained suspicious and resentful, even scornful.
And to a powerful degree, they succeeded in securing that support. But both men also failed to realize that sheer will alone could not change how others saw the world and reacted to it.
Millions would rally to both their causes; both men would earn the respect and admiration, even adulation of a generation of Britons and Indians, respectively.
Each would see an essential part of their vision triumph. Both earned the permanent gratitude of their nations, as a result.
But at the end of the day those millions rallied to Gandhi and Churchill for their own reasons, as had their own closest followers. Few if any were willing to be what Churchill or Gandhi wanted them to be. Britons wanted to win the war against Hitler and Japan, but not in order to become an imperial race again.
Indians wanted independence, but not in order to transcend ancient rivalries and modern national identities. In the end everyone remained true to themselves as ordinary human beings, while Gandhi’s and Churchill’s rivals and followers (Nehru, Jinnah, and Patel on the one side, Attlee, Mountbatten, and Eden on the other) looked ahead to their own political futures.
In short, the world refused to be reshaped in either Churchill’s or Gandhi’s image. It was an outcome that at first bewildered, then enraged, and finally overwhelmed them both.
That was their tragedy, to set beside their triumph. The world remained obdurate in the face of their personal crusades to change it.
History stayed on its steady oblivious course, despite their efforts to propel it toward horizons where it preferred not to go: in Gandhi’s case, to a world without violence or exploitation, in Churchill’s, to a British Empire blossoming into a robust union of English-speaking peoples.
Still, both men had left an everlasting mark on their age and a lasting legacy for coming generations. They had fought each other for the sake not only of an empire but of the future of humanity.
In their 40-year contention, both men tasted splendid victory and degrading trounce. They inspired millions of devoted followers and alienated millions more.
Taken together, their story is a moving compliment to the power of human beings to shape their own destiny, and a warning of the dangers of self-delusion and pride.
Their story is the great untold parable of the twentieth century.
Though largely a eulogy, often placed far away from actual historical investigation, this is a fair-enough book.
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