CONTENTS
Title
Introduction
Part 1 – Training
England, 1940
Bechuanaland, 1940
Scotland, 1941
Bechuanaland, 1941
Russia, 1941
Bechuanaland, 1941
Egypt, 1942
Bechuanaland, 1943
Rhodesia, 1943
Part 2 – Missing
RAF Induna
RAF Kumalo
Final Flight
Part 3 – Search
Overdue
Missing
Part 4 – Trial
Lobatsi
Monday 25 September
Tuesday 26 September
Wednesday 27 September
Thursday 28 September
Friday 29 September
Summary of the Case for the Prosecution
Summary of the Case for the Defence: Kelly
Summary of the Case for the Defence: Fraenkel
Judgement
Part 5 – Aftermath
The Royal Air Force
‘A Striking Example of British Justice’
Talifang
The Edwards Family
‘The Ten Thousand Men’
Part 6 – Postscript
Tshekedi Khama’s Downfall and Seretse’s Rise
Impact on the Bushmen
Twai Twai
The Ten Thousand: Rre Molatlhwe
RATG
Gordon’s Fiancée
The Hurricane of the Lake
Copyright
INTRODUCTION
I first came across this story when researching the history of a Tiger Moth owned by one of the parents of a student of mine, here in Botswana. The little de Havilland trainer was important because a brief internet search led to the story of the murder of an RAF pilot by giraffe-eating Bushmen after crashing his Tiger Moth. It was a bizarre tale that had all the elements of a good book, even if, as I was to find out, most of it was wrong.
Hooked, I started to dig deeper and quickly found that multiple versions of the same tale existed, but the details changed with each new version I unearthed. Indeed, Tony Park’s novel African Sky opens with a pair of Bushmen murdering a Harvard pilot in Bechuanaland. Fortunately, my search coincided with that of Chris Watkins in England, who was building his family tree. He had had a great uncle ‘that had flown Spitfires in the war’, but when he applied for Gordon Edwards’ records he found that he had been killed while training in Rhodesia. More research on his part discovered that Gordon had in fact been the centre of one of the strangest murder cases in African history. Not only that, but the story had been the subject of an academic paper by an American professor.
Robert Hitchcock is one of the world’s leading authorities on indigenous peoples, especially the San of southern Africa. In 1975, however, he was a young researcher who had too much time on his hands during his stays in Gaborone, the capital of Botswana. He spent this free time in the Botswana National Archives looking into issues that involved Bushmen. One file that caught his imagination was that of Rex v. Twai Twai Molele et al. as it included a lot of information, including diagrams, on how the Tyua group of Bushmen had lived and hunted in the early parts of the twentieth century. This formed the basis for his paper entitled ‘Kuacaca: An Early Case of Ethnoarcheology in the Northern Kalahari’. The file also told the story of the fate of Gordon Edwards and his co-pilot, Walter Adamson.
Having made contact with Chris and Bob, the next step was to visit the national archives in Botswana to see whether the court documents were available. The good news was the case notes existed still, but the bad news was that they were in the process of being moved when I first applied to see them. While waiting for them to be found, I started going through files only loosely connected to the case and I found a lot more information about how nearly 10,000 men from Botswana had volunteered to fight in the Second World War. The aftermath of the trial was also discussed in detail, as it came close to causing a major diplomatic incident, if not a minor war of its own.
When the court documents surfaced, all 240 pages of them, I was amazed by what I found. Having lived in Botswana for sixteen years and enjoyed its friendly, easy-going atmosphere, it was hard to match the casual brutality of the alleged murders with my experience of the country. It was also hard to believe that the High Court in sleepy Lobatse was once the focus for the world’s press, with the story of the murders appearing in newspapers all over the Empire. That coverage was itself a testament to the curiousness of the case. The fact that the trial got such extensive attention while Allied troops were still fighting their way through Europe was another indicator of the sensational nature of the killings.
Contact with various ORAFS (Old Rhodesian Air Force Sods) added detail to the Rhodesian Air Training Group’s role in teaching nearly 10,000 pilots from across the Empire during the Second World War, while a visit to the RAF Museum’s reading room gave access to the training syllabi and a range of log-books that belonged to Gordon Edwards’ contemporaries. The National Archives at Kew added the London side of the story as well as more newspaper coverage from the era. Tracking down suitable photographs also took up some considerable, but thoroughly enjoyable, time.
Finally, a visit to Bulawayo and the airfield Gordon had last taken off from, and a trip to the salt pans in northern Botswana where he lost his life, completed my research. My only disappointment was being unable to trace any surviving members of Walter Adamson’s family, the other pilot who was killed. Perhaps the publication of this book will lead to further information becoming available.
I would like to thank the following, in no particular order, for their help and assistance during the production of this book. Joanna Poweska, my wife, for her undying support and encouragement. Robert Hitchcock for his endless knowledge and his willingness to share his research to an amazing extent. Chris Watkins and the Edwards family for their enthusiasm for the project, along with the time and information they donated. Tony Park, for sharing his sources so quickly, The National Archives of Botswana and The National Archives of the United Kingdom, two institutions that could not be any more different in terms of size and technology, but which are both full of the most interesting documents and are staffed by the most helpful people in the world, something appreciated by nervous first-time visitors. To those who were willing to share photographs, often from departed loved ones, usually only asking for credit for fathers or grandfathers, I am especially grateful. The late Eddy Norris certainly deserves a mention. Finally, to all those that take the time to maintain websites that commemorate those that made such big sacrifices during the Second World War, a big thank you, both for sharing information so easily, but also for keeping alive the memories of those who barely made it out of their teens over seventy years on.
Incidentally, the Tiger Moth that started this story was an ex-Indian Air Force machine. If I had found that out sooner, this would have been a very short book.
A Note on Language
Setswana is not the easiest of languages to learn and I would not wish the reader to lose too much enjoyment from its overuse. However, the following explanations may be of some use.
The plural is usually given by Ba and singular by Mo. So the people of Botswana are Batswana, the people of the Ngwato tribe are Bangwato. A single Batswana is a Motswana. Dummela is the usual greeting, almost always followed by Rra or Mma (sir/madam).
In the text I refer to Tswana kings and chiefs and these can be considered interchangeable. The Setswana word Kgosi certainly implies royal blood, but the British administration tended to use ‘chief’ for reasons that were then obvious.
The Bushmen go by a variety of names and the reason
s for this are explained later. The word ‘Bushman’ did at one point go out of favour, but many Bushmen find the alternatives no friendlier. The Setswana term Sarwa is used in some parts, with Mosarwa being singular and Basarwa plural. Other common alternatives are San or Khoi-San. The major problem with all of these terms is that they are often used as a catch-all phrase to describe often quite different groups of people.
Place names are given as those at the time of the incidents described, so Botswana is usually described as the Bechuanaland Protectorate.
TRAINING
ENGLAND, 1940
On 23 May 1940, a Miles Magister skimmed its way toward Calais at very low level on a desperate rescue mission, its escort of two Spitfires slightly above and behind, the cold waves of the English Channel barely a couple of feet below.
The two-seat trainer was on its way to pick up the commanding officer of 74 Squadron who had found himself marooned in France in the middle of a huge and chaotic retreat. His own Spitfire had been forced down hours earlier by a Messerschmitt Bf 109, as his squadron tried to protect the British troops heading for the small port town of Dunkirk. Experienced pilots were so valuable to the Royal Air Force at this point that the order for his recovery had come from the very top of 11 Group.
Leatheart, the pilot of the Magister, made a textbook landing, and picked up his passenger before opening his throttle wide. The trainer picked up speed, bounced and was airborne. Instantly there was the rat-a-tat-tat of machine-gun bullets hitting the small plane. Leatheart cut the engine and slammed his craft back down to earth as a 109 flashed past. As the German climbed past, smoke billowed from its engine before it rolled over and dived into the sea with an almighty splash. Another 109 hit the ground inside the airfield perimeter as Leatheart and his shaken senior passenger threw themselves hurriedly into a rather muddy ditch. A Messerschmitt roared down out of the clouds with a Spitfire on its tail before the gloom swallowed both of them again. In the distance an explosion marked the end of the last 109. After waiting for five minutes, the Magister set off again to deliver its valuable cargo to RAF Hornchurch.
A Miles Magister, as flown by Leatheart on his daring mission to rescue his CO. (Doug Claydon/New Dawn images)
Al Deere was the pilot of one of the escorting Spitfires that claimed two of the 109s and he was a perfect example of the reach of the British Empire. A New Zealander who had joined the RAF three years before, he had only been flying Spitfires for five months, but he was already becoming something of a star.
Deere was fortunate to have made it even this far in his flying career, lucky not to have been killed in an air crash two years earlier. A keen amateur boxer, he had been selected to join the RAF team that was going to tour South Africa. Fortunately for him, his flight training took precedence and he remained in England. Fortunate because, after competing in Bulawayo, one of the three South African Air Force Airspeed Envoys carrying the team back to Pretoria disappeared amid heavy cloud over the Limpopo River that marked the border with Bechuanaland. After an intensive search, the wreckage and bodies of the six crew and passengers were found just inside the protectorate at Balemo. The accident claimed a final victim when one of the Bechuanaland Protectorate policemen, who was part of the search party, cut himself badly during the search. The officer, Dennis Reilly, developed gangrene and died not long afterward.
Within a week of the daring Dunkirk rescue flight, Deere himself was shot down over Belgium by a German bomber he was attacking and had to make his way home on foot via the evacuations at Dunkirk. This cannot have been an easy journey because at the time the RAF was not popular with the army, who felt the air force was not doing enough to protect the troops on the beaches and feelings were running high, to say the least.
Al Deere was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross (DFC), along with the other two rescue pilots, on 12 June 1940 with his citation making mention of the fact that he had already, even before the Battle of Britain started, shot down five enemy aircraft. Despite writing off nine aircraft, either crashed or shot down, Al Deere finished his career in the RAF as an Air Commodore in 1967, having added a Distinguished Service Order (DSO) and a bar to his DFC.
Perhaps it was the heroics of Deere, and others like him, that encouraged a 19-year-old Welshman by the name of Gordon Edwards to join the RAF. The lure of excitement and adventure must have been tempting to the blue-eyed, brown-haired, lanky teenager who was about to start a career as a clerk in the small town of Porth in Glamorganshire.
Gordon Edwards was born on 25 April 1921 in the small village of Ynyshir and he was the pride and joy of his mother, Sarah. Ynyshir, on the Taff Valley Railway, consisted of little more than a square of miners’ cottages. Nestled in the Rhondda Valley, it was a typical of the colliery settlements that had sprung up on previously sparsely populated agricultural land. Despite its small size, the village boasted several churches of various dominations, but Gordon’s English mother took him to Porth to have him baptised into the Church of England.
Originally from Birmingham, Sarah Edwards had moved to South Wales with her Scottish husband. However, the union was not a happy one and Gordon was brought up by his mother in the small village of Pontylclun, farther down the valley towards Cardiff. This small hamlet had consisted of only four or five households before the coming of the South Wales Railway in 1851, which opened up commercial opportunities for mining, and by the end of that decade there was a flourishing colliery and iron mine in operation. This drew workers from far afield, particularly from Cornwall where the tin-mining industry was in terminal decline. By the turn of the century it had developed into a small, but bustling, working-class industrial town boasting both rugby and football clubs. As well as mining, there were various light industries, including a brewery producing several hundred barrels of beer a week to quench the thirst of the miners.
Despite separating from her volatile husband, Sarah never divorced, and brought up Gordon and his elder sister, Muriel, alone. At the same time she looked after her widowed father who lived with the young family, creating what must have been a tightly knit unit. Certainly Sarah developed a reputation of being a strong-willed and tough woman, typical perhaps of many such women in mining villages up and down the country. Despite the presence of her father, nobody was left in any doubt that she was the head of the household.
Sarah’s brother had followed her to Wales from Birmingham and was working as a chauffeur at the nearby Miskin Manor. Although claims of a manor at the site went back nearly a thousand years, the current building dated to 1864 when David Williams built the large Tudor-style mansion. According to local legend, the Williams family had made significant money from South African gold, as well as having interests in the regional iron ore mines.
Gordon was a tall but thin young boy who was protected by his mother, who considered him too frail for a future in the mines. Indeed, Sarah Edwards considered the local schools too tough for her favourite child and a combination of her will power and Gordon’s academic ability saw him win a place at Cowbridge Grammar School, where he appears to have done well. His mother’s pride was immense, especially as she was well aware of the fact that her own education had ended at the age of 10. Despite his mother’s fears, Gordon obviously got caught up in some youthful scrapes as his later service records mention a scar below his right eye, two scars on the back of the scalp, as well as further scarring to both knees.
During his time at school, Sarah decided to move the family to Miskin. This move suited Gordon as he could join the Miskin Manor Cricket Club. During school holidays he played in the youth team alongside Glyn Williams, the heir to the Williams fortune. This fortune was obviously quite significant as the manor had been rebuilt after a serious fire in 1922 without too much interruption. By the end of his schooling, Gordon got the occasional game for the senior team. This was quite an achievement as the small village team had developed an impressive reputation, despite its limited facilities. Gordon would have changed, and for that matter taken lunch an
d tea, in tented facilities while taking on special guest teams, including Glamorgan County. The scorers had slightly better accommodation, being homed in an old toll house that had once stood at the entrance to Pontyclun. The cost of the relocation had been met in full by Sir Rhys Williams. It is clear that Gordon had a passion for the game, while his mother no doubt appreciated the fact that cricket matched her goals for her son, much more than football or rugby would have done. The make-up of the pre-war Miskin team is socially interesting, comprised as it was of miners’ sons, a police sergeant and the heir to a mining fortune who had just finished his schooling at Eton. Dai Hammond made several centuries for Miskin before being called up for Nottinghamshire.
By the time Gordon left school, his sister was already married with a daughter of her own. Gordon became very close to her in-laws and extremely fond of his niece, Rosalind. Tall and handsome, his dark hair setting off his blue eyes, the young Welshman was blossoming. Yet by the time of his eighteenth birthday, it was clear that the storm clouds were gathering and that the world would soon be plunged into a conflict that would dwarf the Great War of his parents’ generation.
Three weeks after Dunkirk, Gordon found himself at the RAF recruitment centre at Uxbridge, having travelled to London without telling his mother. In fact, he had had a service medical a week earlier and had been declared Category II, which ruled out any idea of being a pilot. The next eight weeks saw him shuttled between various processing centres while the Air Force decided what to do with the young Welshman. This gave Gordon several opportunities to visit home and give Sarah time to get used to the idea. It can be assumed, that after her initial shock, his mother did not share Gordon’s disappointment at being kept on the ground. With the Battle of Britain underway and pilots being lost or, worse in many eyes, burnt unrecognisably, ground crew must have looked a safer option to Mrs Edwards.
Eventually, towards the end of September, Gordon was sent to No. 6 School of Technical Training at RAF Hednesford. This camp was situated seven miles outside of Stafford and was a relatively new facility, having only being completed the previous year. It was a huge site, with its own hospital, post office, cinema, two firing ranges and three churches, but it had no runway and consequently no airworthy aircraft. It was intended to be a short sharp shock of an introduction into service life, with discipline forming a large part of this. Marching, drills, physical exercise and general ‘square bashing’ were combined with education. In Gordon’s case this was mechanical, learning the basics of how to service, maintain and fix the latest technological masterpieces that formed the Royal Air Force’s front line. Many of his instructors were graduates of RAF Halton, home of the original apprentice airmen scheme. This training centre had been set up by Hugh Trenchard in the 1920s to ensure a supply of highly trained ground crew and enjoyed a remarkable reputation, its alumni being universally known as ‘Trenchard’s brats’.
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