by M K Gandhi
During my professional work it was also my habit never to conceal573 my ignorance from my clients or my colleagues. Wherever I felt myself at sea,M3 I would advise my client to consult some other counsel, or if he preferred to stick to me, I would ask him to let me seek the assistance of senior counsel. This frankness earned me the unbounded affection and trust of my clients. They were always willing to pay the fee whenever consultation with senior counsel was necessary. This affection and trust served me in good stead in my public work.
I have indicated in the foregoing chapters that my574 object in practising in South Africa was service of the community. Even for this purpose, winning the confidence of the people was an indispensable condition. The large-hearted Indians magnified into service professional work done for money, and when I advised them to suffer the hardships of imprisonment for the sake of their rights, many of them cheerfully575 accepted the advice, not so much because they had reasoned out the correctness of the course, as because of their confidence in, and affection for, me.
As I write this, many a sweet reminiscence comes to my mind. Hundreds of clients became friends and real co-workers in public service, and their association sweetened a life that was otherwise full of difficulties and dangers.576
XLVII
HOW A CLIENT WAS SAVED577
The reader, by now, will be quite familiar with Parsi Rustomji’s name.578 He was one who became at once my client and co-worker, or perhaps it would be truer to say that he first became co-worker and then client. I won his confidence to such an extent that he sought and followed my advice also in private domestic matters. Even when he was ill, he would seek my aid, and though there was much difference between our ways of living, he did not hesitate to accept my quack579 treatment.
This friend once got into a very bad scrape. Though he kept me informed of most of his580 affairs, he had studiously kept back one thing. He was a large importer of goods from Bombay and Calcutta, and581 not infrequently582 he resorted to smuggling. But as he was on the best terms with customs officials, no one was inclined to suspect him. In charging duty, they used to take his invoices on trust. Some might even have connived at the smuggling.
But to use the telling simile of the Gujarati583 poet Akho, theft like quicksilver won’t be suppressed, and Parsi Rustomji’s proved no exception. The good friendM1 ran post-haste to me, the tears rolling down his cheeks as he said:584 ‘Bhai, I have deceived you. My guiltM2 has been discovered today. I have smuggled and I am doomed.585 I must go to jail and be ruined. You alone may be able to save me from this predicament. I have kept back nothing else from you, but I thought I ought not to bother you with such tricks of the trade, and so I never told you about this smuggling. But now, how much I repent it!’
I calmed him and said: ‘To save or not to save you is in His hands. As to me you know my way. I can but try to save you by means of confession.’
The good Parsi felt deeply mortified.M3
‘But is not my confession before you enough?’ he asked.
‘You have wronged not me but Government. How will the confession made before me avail you?’ I replied gently.
‘Of course I will do just as you advise, but will you not consult with my old counsel Mr. —? He is a friend too,’ said Parsi Rustomji.
Inquiry revealed that the smuggling had been going on for a long time, but the actual offence detected involved a trifling sum. We went to his counsel. He perused the papers, and said: ‘The case will be tried by a jury, and a Natal jury will be the last to acquit an Indian. But I will not give up hope.’
I did not know this counsel intimately. Parsi Rustomji intercepted: ‘I thank you, but I should like to be guided by Mr. Gandhi’s advice in this case. He knows me intimately. Of course you will advise him whenever necessary.’
Having thus shelved the counsel’s question,586 we went to Parsi Rustomji’s shop.
And now explaining my view I said to him: ‘I don’t think this case should be taken to court at all. It rests with the Customs Officer to prosecute you or to let you go, and he in turn will have to be guided by the Attorney General. I am prepared to meet both.587 I propose that you should offer to pay the penalty they fix, and the odds are that they will be agreeable. But if they are not, you must be prepared to go to jail. I am of opinion that the shame lies not so much in going to jail as in committing the offence. The deed of shame has already been done. Imprisonment you should regard as a penance. The real penance lies in resolving never to smuggle again.’
I cannot say that Parsi Rustomji took all this quite well. He was a brave man, but his courage failed him for the moment. His name and fame were at stake, and where would he be if the edifice he had reared with such care and labour should go to pieces? ‘Well, I have told you,’ he said, ‘that I am entirely in your hands.M4 You may do just as you like.’
I brought to bear on this case all my powers of persuasion. I met the Customs Officer and fearlessly apprised him of the whole affair. I also promised to place all the books at his disposal and told him how penitent Parsi Rustomji was feeling.
The Customs Officer said: ‘I like the old Parsi. I am sorry he has made a fool of himself. You know where my duty lies. I must be guided by the Attorney General and so I would advise you to use all your persuasion with him.’
‘I shall be thankful,’M5 said I, ‘if you do not insist on dragging him into court.’
Having got him to promise this, I entered into correspondence with the Attorney General and also met him.588 I am glad to say that he appreciated my complete franknessM6 and was convinced that I had kept back nothing.
I now forget whether it was in connection with this or with some other case that my persistence and frankness extorted from him the remark:M7 ‘I see you will never take a no for an answer.’
The case against Parsi Rustomji was compromised.M8 He was to pay a penalty equal to twice the amount he had confessed to having smuggled. Rustomji reduced to writing the facts of the whole case, got the paper framed and hung it up in his office to serve as a perpetual reminder to his heirs and fellow-merchants.
These friends of Rustomji warned me not to be taken in by this transitory contrition.M9 When I told Rustomji about this warning he said: ‘What would be my fate if I deceived you?’
PART V
I
THE FIRST EXPERIENCE
Before I reached home, the party which had started from Phoenix had already arrived. According to our original plan I was to have preceded them, but my preoccupation in England with the War had upset all our calculations, and when I saw that I had to be detained in England indefinitely,M1 I was faced with the question of finding a place for accommodating the Phoenix party. I wanted them all to stay together in India, if possible, and to live the life they had led at Phoenix. I did not know of any1 Ashram to which I could recommend them to go, and therefore cabled to them to meet Mr. Andrews and do as he advised.
So they were first put in the Gurukul, Kangri, where the late Swami Shraddhanandji2 treated them as his own children. After this they were put in the Shantiniketan Ashram,3 where the Poet4 and his people showered similar love upon them. The experiences they gathered at both these places too stood5 them and me in good stead.
The Poet, Shraddhanandji and Principal Sushil Rudra,6 as I used to say to Andrews, composed his trinity. When in South Africa7 he was never tired of speaking of them, and of my many sweet memories of South Africa, Mr. Andrews’s talks, day in and day out, of this great trinity, are amongst the sweetest and most vivid.M2 Mr. Andrews naturally8 put the Phoenix partyM3 in touch also with Sushil Rudra. Principal Rudra had no Ashram, but he had a home which he placed completely at the disposal of the PhoenixM4 family. Within a day of their arrival, his peopleM5 made them feel so thoroughly at home that they did not seem to miss Phoenix at all.
It was only when I landed in Bombay that I learnt that the Phoenix partyM6 was at Shantiniketan. I was therefore impatient to meet them as soon as I could after my meeting with Gokhale.
At the party given in my honour at Mr. Jehangir Petit’s place, I did not dare to speak in Gujarati. In those palatial surroundings of dazzling splendour I, who had lived my best life10 among indentured labourers, felt myself a complete rustic. With my Kathiawadi cloak, turban and dhoti, I looked somewhat more civilized than I do today, but the pomp and splendour of Mr. Petit’s mansion made me feel absolutely out of my element. However, I acquitted myself tolerably well, having taken shelter under Sir Pherozeshah’s protecting wing.
Then there was the Gujarati function. The Gujaratis would not let me go without a reception,11 which was organized by the late Uttamlal Trivedi.12 I had acquainted myself with the programme beforehand. Mr. Jinnah was present, being a Gujarati, I forget whether as president or as the principal speaker.13 He made a short and sweet little speech in English. As far as I remember most of the other speeches were also in English. When my turn came, I expressed my thanks in Gujarati explaining14 my partiality for Gujarati and Hindustani, and entering my humble protest against the use of English in a Gujarati gathering. This I did, not without some hesitation, for I was afraid lest it should be considered discourteous for an inexperienced man, returned home after a long exile, to enter his protest against established practices. But no one seemed to misunderstand my insistence on replying in Gujarati. In fact I was glad to note that everyone seemed reconciled to my protest.
The meeting thus emboldened me to think that I should not find it difficult to place my15 new-fangled notions before my countrymen.
After a brief stay in Bombay, full of these preliminary experiences, I went to Poona whither16 Gokhale had summoned me.
II
WITH GOKHALE IN POONA
The moment I reached Bombay Gokhale sent me word that the Governor17 was desirous of seeing me, and that it might be proper for me to respond before I left for Poona. Accordingly I called on His Excellency.18 M1 After the usual inquiries, he said:
‘I ask one thingM2 of you. I would like you to come and see me whenever you propose to take any steps concerning Government.’
I replied:
‘I can very easily give the promise, inasmuch as it is my rule, as a satyagrahi, to understand the viewpoint of the party I propose to deal with, and to try to agree with him as far as may be possible. I strictly observed the rule in South Africa and I mean to do the same here.’
Lord Willingdon thanked me and said:
‘You may come to me whenever you like, and you will see that my Government do not wilfully do anything wrong.’
To which I replied: ‘It is that faith which sustains me.’
After this I went to Poona. It is impossible for me to set down all the reminiscences of this precious19 time. Gokhale and the members of the Servants of India Society20 overwhelmed me with affection. So far as I recollect, Gokhale had summoned all of them to meet me. I had a frank talk with them all on every sort of subject.
Gokhale was very keen that I should join the Society and so was I. But the members felt that, as there was a great difference between my ideals and methods of work and theirs, it might not be proper for me to join the Society.21 Gokhale believed that, in spite of my insistence on my own principles, I was equally ready and able to tolerate theirs.M3
‘But,’ he said, ‘the members of the Society have not yet understood your readiness for compromise. They are tenacious of their principles, and quite independent. I am hoping that they will accept you, but if they don’t you will not for a moment think that they are lacking in respect or love for you. They are hesitating to take any risk lest their high regard for you should be jeopardized. But whether you are formally admitted as a member or not, I am going to look upon you as one.’
I informed Gokhale of my intentions. Whether I was admitted as a member or not, I wanted to have an Ashram where I could settle down with my Phoenix family, preferably somewhere in Gujarat, as, being a Gujarati, I thought I was best fitted to serve the country through serving Gujarat. Gokhale liked the idea. He said: ‘You should certainly do so. Whatever may be the result of your talks with the members, you must look to me for the expenses of the Ashram, which I will regard as my own.’
My heart overflowed with joy. It was a pleasure to feel free from the responsibility of raising funds, and to realize that I should not be obliged to set about the work all on my own, but that I should be able to count on a sure guide whenever I was in difficulty. This took a great load off my mind.
So the late Dr. Dev22 was summoned and told to open an account for me in the Society’s books and to give me whatever I might require for the Ashram and for public expenses.
I now prepared to go to Shantiniketan. On the eve of my departure Gokhale arranged a party of selected friends, taking good care to order refreshments of my liking, i.e., fruits and nuts. The party was held just a few paces from his room, and yet he was hardly in a condition to walk across and attend it. But his affection for me got the better of him and he insisted on coming.M4 He came, but fainted23 and had to be carried away. Such fainting was not a new thing with him and so when he came to, he sent word that we must go on with the party.
This party was of course no more than a conversazione in the open space opposite the Society’s guesthouse, during which friends24 had heart-to-heart chats over light refreshments of groundnuts, dates and fresh fruits of the season.25
But the fainting fit was to be no common event in my life.
III
WAS IT A THREAT?
From Poona26 I went to Rajkot and Porbandar, where I had to meet my brother’s widow and other relatives.27
During the satyagraha in South Africa I had altered my style of dress so as to make it more in keeping with that of the indentured labourers, and in England also I had adhered to the same style for indoor use.28 For landing in Bombay I had a Kathiawadi suit of clothes consisting of a shirt, a dhoti, a cloak and a white scarf, all made of Indian mill-cloth. But as I was to travel third from Bombay, I regarded the scarf and the cloak as too much of an encumbrance, so I shed them, and invested in an eight-to-ten-annas Kashmiri cap. One dressed in that fashion was sure to pass muster as a poor man.
On account of the plague prevailing at that time third-class passengers were being medically inspected at Viramgam or Wadhwan—I forget which. I had slight fever. The inspector on finding that I had a temperature asked me to report myself to the Medical Officer at Rajkot and noted down my name.
Someone had perhaps sent the informationM1 that I was passing through Wadhwan, for the tailor Motilal,29 a noted public worker of the place, met me at the station. He told me about the Viramgam customs, and the hardships railway passengers had to suffer on account of it. I had little inclination to talk because of my fever, and tried to finish with a brief reply which took the form of a question:
‘Are you prepared to go to jail?’
I had taken Motilal to be one of those impetuous youths who do not think before speaking. But not so Motilal. He replied with firm deliberation:
‘We will certainly go to jail, provided you lead us. As Kathiawadis, we have the first right on you. Of course we do not mean to detain you now, but you must promise to halt here on your return. You will be delighted to see the work and the spirit of our youths, and you may trust us to respond as soon as you summon us.’M2
Motilal captivated me. His comrade eulogizing him, said:
‘Our friend is but a tailor. But he is such a master of his profession that he easily earns Rs. 15 a month—which is just what he needs—working an hour a day, and gives the rest of his time to public work. He leads us all, putting our education to shame.’M3
Later I came in close contact with Motilal, and I saw that there was no exaggeration in the eulogy. He made a point of spending some days in the then newly started Ashram every month to teach the children tailoring and to do some of the tailoring of the Ashram himself. He would talk to me every day o
f Viramgam, and the hardships of the passengers, which had become absolutely unbearable for him. He was cut off in the prime of youth by a sudden illness, and public life at Wadhwan suffered without him.
On reaching Rajkot, I reported myself to the Medical Officer the next morning. I was not unknown there. The doctor felt ashamed and was angry with the inspector. This was unnecessary, for the inspector had only done his duty. He did not know me, and even if he had known me, he should not have done otherwise. The30 Medical Officer would not let me go to him again and insisted on sending an inspector to me instead.
Inspection of third-class passengers for sanitary reasons is essential on such occasions. If big menM4 choose to travel third, whatever their position in life,31 they must voluntarily submit themselves to all the regulations that the poor are subject to, and the officials ought to be impartial. My experience is that the officials, instead of looking upon third-class passengers as fellowmen, regard them as so many sheep.M5 They talk to them contemptuously, and brook no reply or argument. The third-class passenger has to obey the official as though he were his servant, and the latter may with impunity belabour and blackmail him, and book him his ticket only after putting him to the greatest possible inconvenience, including often missing the train. All this I have seen with my own eyes.M6 No reform is possible unless some of the educated and the rich voluntarily accept the status of the poor, travel third, refuse to enjoy the amenities denied to the poor and, instead of taking avoidable hardships, discourtesies and injustice32 as a matter of course, fight for their removal.