The
great are a pretty mixed lot, especially in politics. Hitler, Stalin, and Mao
were among the great, each in his own monstrous way. Churchill was, too, for
both good and evil, and Roosevelt as well, though mainly he was lucky. De
Gaulle may or may not deserve to be included in such company, but he certainly
behaved as if he was sure he did.
Gandhi is, to my mind, the
gold standard of 20th-century political greatness. He produced
tremendous effects, overwhelmingly good, and he achieved them not by luck,
force, or guile but virtuously, by persuasion and example. Martin Luther King
is perhaps his peer in these respects, but the scale of Gandhi's accomplishment
was much greater.
When every publishing
season seems to feature several new volumes on such lesser figures as Churchill
or George Washington, there is plenty of room for a new book on Gandhi, even
one that makes no grand claims. Joseph Lelyveld was executive editor of The New York Times, and before that was
the Times's correspondent in South
Africa, then in India. In both places he crossed and re-crossed Gandhi's trail.
His previous book, Move Your Shadow (1986), reported first-hand on the everyday reality
of apartheid and the struggle against it, and won a Pulitzer Prize. Great Soul looks back across many decades at a similar
struggle that seems (but only seems, Lelyveld reminds us) to be over. The stories
of that struggle and of Gandhi's life have been told and retold; the facts and
general outlines are well established. Lelyveld does not seek to alter or
embellish them but to trace some themes within them: the "ambiguity of
[Gandhi's] legacy" in both India and South Africa; his "evolving
sense of his constituency and social vision"—by no means unvarying
throughout his career; and his "struggle to impose his vision on an often
recalcitrant India"—a struggle he ultimately concluded he had lost,
notwithstanding his many successes.
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
("Mahatma" is an honorific, meaning "Great Soul") was born
in 1869 into a family of the merchant/administrative caste. He became a lawyer,
studying for three years in London, and travelled to South Africa as an agent
for some Indian exporters. The severe discrimination suffered by the large
Indian community there—brought home by some nasty experiences of his own at the
hands of white officials—made him a civil rights activist. And his reading of
Ruskin, Tolstoy, and Thoreau made him a critic of industrial society and an
advocate of craft production, self-reliance, and nonviolence.
The
young Gandhi's zeal and eloquence, together with a powerful little tract
(immediately banned by the British) called Self-Rule
for India, brought him into the front ranks of the Indian independence
movement, even as an expatriate. When he returned to India in 1915, he was
already nationally known. For the next three decades his fame grew steadily,
though his actual influence waxed and waned. By the time India finally achieved
independence in 1947, he was universally revered. But paradoxically, he never
felt more powerless or isolated. He proclaimed his life a failure and, in the
weeks before his assassination in January 1948, often declared his readiness to
die.
Great Soul
sensitively explores this paradox. Gandhi always insisted that mere political
sovereignty was an unworthy goal. Genuine swaraj
("independence" or "liberation") for India rested on four
pillars. First was economic self-sufficiency for India's 700,000 villages,
which meant above all breaking the country's dependence on cheap imported
(mainly British) textiles. Gandhi's famous homespun loincloth (which he wore
even to an audience with the King of England) was a political statement: all
Indians should spin and weave, every day. Second was Hindu-Muslim unity.
Religious fanaticism horrified him; the massive pogroms following independence
broke his heart, and his outspokenness on this score maddened fundamentalist
Hindus, until one of them took Gandhi's life. Third was untouchability. Nearly
a quarter of Indians were outside the caste system. They were powerless and despised,
worse off in some ways than blacks in South Africa or the American South.
Gandhi repeatedly shocked respectable India by living, eating, and working with
untouchables, even when that meant cleaning latrines. The fourth pillar was ahimsa, or nonviolence. From Tolstoy's The Kingdom of God Is Within You, he came away persuaded that "Turn the other
cheek" and "Return good for evil" meant exactly that. His vast
campaigns of nonviolent resistance, or "non-cooperation with evil,"
aimed to elicit an answering impulse of fraternity and respect from enemies—to
sap their own will to violence.
Lelyveld's
probing account of the visionary-as-politician reveals that, as one might
expect, the politician often prevailed over the visionary. Mahatma had a
remarkable capacity for compromise, and even for nimble rationalization. But he
was morally serious, a genuine "great soul," and thus lacked the true
politician's talent for convenient self-deception. "By the end,"
Lelyveld writes, he was "forced to recognized that the great majority of
his supposed followers hadn't followed him very far," spiritually
speaking.
By the end of Great Soul, a generous reader's heart
may be broken, no less than Gandhi's. But just as the Gandhian discipline of
truth-telling could fortify the soul, so does Lelyveld's sympathetic yet
unsparing look at Gandhi's uncertainty and anguish.
George Scialabba is the author of What Are
Intellectuals Good For? and The
Modern Predicament (forthcoming), both from Pressed Wafer.
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