In theory the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC) should be among the richest countries on earth. Its vast territory virtually brims with cobalt, copper, cadmium, oil, industrial and gem diamonds, coltan,gold, silver, zinc, manganese, tin, germanium, uranium, radium, bauxite, iron ore, timber, coal, and hydroelectric potential. And yet the DRC consistently ranks in the bottom ten of the Human Development Index. In its northeastern region the deadliest conflict since WWII continues to claim about 1,000 lives a day. Not inappropriately then, the name of the capital Kinshasa, where nearly 80% dwell in slums or squatter settlements, comes from the word ‘kinsasa,’ meaning “why are things happening this way?”
This series of entries on Congolese history seeks to shed some light on the reasons why. The second installment looks at the forgotten holocaust that played out between 1885 and 1908, when the equitorial rain forest became the private labor camp of a European playboy king – the so-called Congo Free State.
A rerun from dKos. This series will eventually have four parts.
In February this year a bizarre incident was reported in news media the world across: a 20-foot statue of King Léopold II (1835-1909) on horseback was reerected near Kinshasa’s central station after having spent four decades in an open-air dump. The statue was removed a few hours later, but will, according to the Culture Minister, be restored to a prominent location in a ‘grand ceremony’ sometime in the near future.
“We are restoring the history of our country because a people without history is a people without a soul,” he said.
That is one way of looking at it. Another was succintly put by Richard H. Davis in his book The Congo and Coasts of Africa (1907), based on travels in the country that was then King Léopold’s personal fiefdom: “Happy is the country without a history!”
The Congo has had no such luck. As recounted in the first installment of this series, four centuries of slave trade had already left a devastating impact on the societies of the Congo at the dawn of the colonial period. Yet the worst was still to come. The historian Robert Egderton:
Robert Egderton: Inside the Heart of Darkness: The History of the Congo, p5.
Who then was this tyrant of the rain forest, now to be honored with statues by the descendants of his hapless victims? Léopold II of Belgium, a first cousin of Queen Victoria known for his sly and deceitful nature, was an unlikely imperial ruler. He was, after all, the purely titular monarch of a tiny country barely four decades old, composed of two ethnic factions and faced with a constant threat of annexation by greater powers. Despite this, or perhaps rather because of it, he kept harping on the boons of overseas expansion: “[S]ince history teaches that colonies are useful, that they play a great part in that which makes up the power and prosperity of states, let us strive to get one in our turn.” But his countrymen flatly refused.
For the Parliament, colonies meant huge investments in administration, education, infrastructure, and health care, with at best uncertain prospects of return, especially as economic analysis had shown free trade to be as profitable. Leopold’s dreams of empire by purchase – buying land on Fiji and Formosa; buying lakes on the Nile and draining them out; buying an island from Argentina; buying land in China, Vietnam, and Japan; buying the Philippines – all came to nought. Until, that is, he on January 7 1876 came across a brief note on the bottom of page six in The Times, which cited the explorer Verney Lovett Cameron on the ‘unspeakable richness’ awaiting an ‘enterprising capitalist’ in the Congo.
To get “a slice of this magnificent African cake,” which due to its inaccessability had still escaped European conquest, Léopold concocted a plan in three steps.
The first step came later that year as he hosted a conference in Brussels, gathering the leading explorers, scientists, and geographers of the day. Proposing to “open to civilisation the only part of our globe where it has yet to penetrate, to pierce the darkness that envelopes entire populations,” he secured the founding of an international philantropic society to be known as the ‘Association Internationale Africaine’ (AIA). Léopold became the chair and only shareholder of what was in effect a private holding company with its own flag – a bright star shining in the center of a dark blue surface – and funded by a multinational banking consortium.
The next step, undertaken in 1878, was to hire as his agent the legendary Henry M. Stanley, just returned from his epic quest for David Livingstone. Stanley had for some time been trying to interest the British government in colonizing the land he had been mapping, without success. The King’s instructions were clear: “It is not a question of Belgian colonies. It is a question of creating a new State, as big as possible, and of running it [without] granting the slightest political power to the negros. That would be absurd.” Stanley, a ruthless man considered by the notorious Tippu Tip a worse slave driver than any Arab, set to work using trinkets; even cheaper tricks like an electric handshake to suggest supernatural strength; and as a last resort, naked force. Thus he persuaded 450 chiefs to sign away their lands, and the labor of their peoples, “for all posterity.”
Stanley’s compass pointing out the course of the Congo upon his water-stained map, photographed at Christie’s, 2002
Five expeditions later, in 1885, the AIA had established a string of trading stations along the Congo River. The uppermost one, the ‘Inner Station’ in Joseph Conrad’s immortal novella Heart of Darkness, was located at Stanley Falls by agreement with Tippu Tip who had his own bases there. Tip, the last of the great Zanzibari slave traders, would in fact be made a district governor of the entity created by Leópold’s final step.
In this brilliant move, Léopold had the AIA morph into a sovereign state with himself as chef d’état. By deft maneuvers centered on free trade guarantees, the ‘treaties’ collected by Stanley, and a vow to combat the slave trade, he won diplomatic acceptance for this absurdity. (Portugal’s claim to the Congo based upon Cão’s 1482 ‘discovery’ was defused by a public campaign in Britain highlighting the crimes of the past, and the other powers were pitched against each other.) In April 1884, after relentless lobbying in Washington, the US recognized the AIA’s flag as that of a friendly government. 13 nations followed suit at the 1884-85 Berlin Conference, where most of Africa’s current borders were drawn up with a pen and a ruler.
Thus Léopold had pulled off what reason would suggest to be impossible: acquiring a region the size of India as the only private colony in history, for good measure baptized ‘The Congo Free State.’ Generous loans from Belgium enabled the new absolute monarch to get his enterprise up and going.
The Berlin Act called for ‘effective occupation’ of the territory, a requirement to which Leópold had no objection. The key to this was the creation in 1886 of the ‘Force Publique,’ a mercenary-led ‘conscription army’ based upon levies placed on local chiefs and on forced recruitment of children it rendered orphans. Led by European officers, armed with modern weaponry and peaking at nearly 20,000 men, it brutally quashed all resistance (‘pacification’), forcing the Congolese to do their new master’s bidding. Between May and October 1887 alone some 60,000 porters carried almost 1,000 tons of freight, mostly disassembled steamers, the 250 miles from Boma to the capital Léopoldville (now Kinshasa). Thousands died from the strain. In 1890 the slaves started on a railroad over the Crystal Mountains, completed eight years later. Now the Congo was open for business.
Hitherto the chief commodity pursued by Léopold’s men had been ivory. Unforgettably described in Conrad’s novella, which is inspired by the author’s stint as a steamer captain on the river in 1890, this trade was not all that profitable; the King ran up a troubling deficit. Over the next decade, however, the red numbers would turn a shiny black as the focus shifted to another natural resource of the Congo’s forests. The invention of the inflatable tire led to an insatiable demand for the sap from rubber wines.
Stock certificate issued in 1898 by the company L’Ikelemba SA, which owned an estate of 1000 hectars in the Ikelemba valley, planting cocoa, coffee, and most profitably, rubber
This rubber boom would bear out a wry observation made by some American in 1885: Léopold related to the Congo just as Rockefeller did to Standard Oil. Incidentally, Rockefeller capital was itself involved via the American Congo Company, one of the numerous private contractors granted local monopolies on extracting rubber in return for half the proceeds. Such concessions were Léopold’s way of circumventing the Berlin Act’s ban on “a monopoly or favor of any kind in matters of trade.” Though trade was nominally free, Léopold declared by fiat that all rubber belonged to ‘the State’; thus there was nothing to buy or sell. He controlled many of the private companies himself and even reserved the better part of the Congo for his exclusive exploitation.
Yet this was by far the least unethical side of his operation. Influenced by a book called Java, or How to Manage a Colony by a British attorney named Money, he had realized from the start that only a liberal use of slavery would return a handsome profit. He therefore unleashed a reign of terror upon his 20 million subjects to, as he put it, instill in them “a higher idea of the necessity of labour.” The slavery was imposed in the guise of ‘taxation.’ Bertrand Russell sums it up well:
Bertrand Russell: Freedom and Organization 1814-1914. Chapter XXXI: ‘Imperialism.’ London: George Allen and Unwin, 1934.
In the words of a stunned missionary, Léopold had created “a system of devilry hitherto undreamed of by his victims.” A late 19th century native song goes like this: “We are tired of living under this tyranny. We cannot endure that our women and children are taken away and dealt with by the white savages. We shall make war…. We know that we shall die, but we want to die. We want to die.”
The royal slave army, with its artillery and machine guns, unfailingly fulfilled such wishes. It even found the time to defeat the forces of the remaining Afro-Arab slavers, on whom it waged ferocious wars concluded by 1894. This was not necessarily to the advantage of the Congolese, however:
Richard Harding Davis: The Congo and Coasts of Africa, p. 96.
One of said blacks is on recording as lamenting: “No, we are not even slaves.”
On the bright side, profits could reach up to 700%. Léopold’s exorbitant returns, which he reinvested to make at least a billion in present-day dollars, financed lavish villas for his prostitute teenage mistress. He spent the equivalent of $6 million to enhance his palace at Laeken. To the 1897 World Fair in Brussels he contributed three artificial villages showcasing 267 Congolese who would sing, dance and conduct mock ‘tribal battles’ for the spectators. By the toil of their countrymen the site of this human zoo would eventually become the sumptuous Cinquantenaire park with its Triumphal Arc, one of many public works that now grace the EU capital and have earned their donor a nice cognomen: ‘the Builder King.’
His underlings in the Free State had their own decoration projects. Like Conrad’s Kurtz, Force Publique commander Léon Rom ornated the fence posts around his flowerbeds with human heads on poles; he also had a rock garden full of rotting heads. An agent named Moray recounts the butchery of a village deemed insufficiently busy at work: “Thereupon [the officer] ordered us to cut off the heads of the men and hang them on the village palisades, and to hang the women and children on the palisades in the form of a cross.” This was, after all, a Christian civilizing mission.
As mentioned above, troops were ordered to bring back a right hand for each cartridge fired. American missionary Joseph Clark reports in a letter of April 12 1895 that “it is blood-curdling to see them returning with hands of the slain and to find the hands of young children, amongst bigger ones, evidencing their ‘bravery.'” Indeed, hands and other limbs were routinely hacked off the living, smoked, and brought forth in baskets at the feet of officers to extract more bullets or prove that native ‘sloth’ had been duly punished. Many units on patrol had a designated ‘keeper of the hands.’
– a lot to consume in one sitting. Dividing it on two or more reading sessions may be a good idea.
This entry is sligthly revised from the first appearence on dKos. The layout is designed in Firefox; no idea how it looks in other browsers. A fact box in a slide bar had to be omitted as it caused problems for Explorer in the last installment. It can be accessed in my dKos diary – though for all I know, IE may not like it there either.
This is a horrible story; unfortunately very few instances as this bear any historic weight. Ultimately those who have money and are well organized can organize public opinion in their favor. The holocaust was 6+ million Jews, and 6+ million `others’ that don’t get much press. (I lost an uncle during the holocaust and it’s been impossible to get help from any organization to find out what happened to him – not that I fault anyone for this, after all people take care of their own.) Mao put Hitler and Stalin combined to shame – but somehow he is not mentioned very often. Africa we can conveniently ignore since we don’t know, and don’t want to know its history unless it becomes a bigger player in world politics.
As for the statue, I’m of two minds on that one. I hate seeing things that are part of history destroyed, whether good or bad, since they serve as a reminder of the past. There has been so much of that going on even in the last few years with us in Iraq, the Taliban and the Buddhist statues, east of the Berlin Wall, the statues of Saddam and so on. We destroy these things because we are either ignorant of their existence, as in a war, or else in the here and now we are so enraged that they become the object of our destruction. On the other hand a statue like that, no longer in it’s original location, could be put in a museum.
Sorry about your uncle – why was he singled out in the Holocaust? Do you know roughly where and when he was killed?
I don’t think Mao has a higher body count than Hitler and Stalin combined. Rummell estimates 37,828 000 for him as compared to 20,946 000 for Hitler and 42,672 000 for Stalin, who is thus the clear winner. King Léopold’s accomplishment is of course not quite in that league.
Re: the statue, yes, I agree it belongs in a museum. For the DRC to reerect is now is equivalent to Ukraina or Belo-Russia putting back up a statue of Stalin.
Lately I’ve seen several shows on Mao that have indicated his death tolls do in fact exceed those of the others. The problem even today is that China is very secretive about its history, especially since Mao is still an honored figure there. I found an article on the net that’s quite interesting and pretty much sums up the unacknowledged revision in the death toll. Sorry I don’t know how to shorten the link, but here: http://www.freenorthkorea.net/archives/freenorthkorea/000669.html
My uncle was picked up in ’44 because he was considered a transient even though he lived with family members, but had no clear address. (He had mental problems ever since he returned from the front in WWI – shell shock.)
Thanks for the link. I was unaware that there are estimates putting Mao’s death toll as high as 80 million.
Given the secretive attitude of the PRC, we’ll probably never know the exact figures with any certainty.
Thanks, Sirocco, for the putting this up. As usual, extremely well researched.
Also very useful reference and background material for me, as I am currently preparing a project for DRC.
So that’s even more reason to hope you really notice your self-imposed pressure to complete the series 😉
I’m waiting for Parts III and IV too — I’m really glad you put these out again here BTW.
I’m on the case…
Excellent. (Still feeling horribly guilty about my failure to do another DRC diary)
Completely OT — I’ve picked a new job. So no more job-hunting for me, at least for a bit.
Wonderful news – congratulations!
So, which institution/firm is the lucky one?
Thanks, I’m really excited, though I think it will be a steep learning curve. It’s doing work on community cohesion — the town is one in which there were ‘civil disturbances’ a few years back, and part of what I’ll be doing is looking at how the efforts that have been made to address the causes of the disturbances can be further strengthened, and maybe adapted and used in other communities with similar histories.
Wow – you medieval musicologists sure are versatile! 😉 Hope it’ll be as interesting as it sounds.
Any news on the health front?
Yeah — like I said it’s a bit of a stretch. Seems like my career is definitely heading down the equalities path though.
Guardedly optimistic on the health front — I go into outpatients’ tomorrow, because I’ve been referred to an Ear, Nose and Throat Specialist, so hopefully will get more info then. Basically the MRI confirmed optic neuritis and also picked up inflammation in one of my sinuses (hence the specialist, I presume — it also seems possible that a sinus infection might have caused the eye problem) — but they didn’t find any other abnormalities. From the reading about that I’ve done, they would have been looking for lesions and the fact that there weren’t any is quite a hopeful indicator — people who get optic neuritis but don’t have brain lesions are considerably less likely to develop MS, and among those who do, the average period between getting optic neuritis and being diagnosed is substantially longer.
So yeah, guarded optimism for now.
Glad to hear this. From what I can glean from learned sources, it’s not a fun diagnosis to get.
I got a somewhat serious (though perhaps less so than yours) diagnosis myself a few years ago. Medication keeps it in check for now, and I’m not the type to worry about the future. “If it can be fixed, why worry? If it can’t be fixed, why worry?” is a good attitude, I think.
All was well with the hospital visit today — the sinus thing is apparently both unrelated and unimportant, and my interpretation of the MRI results was pretty much correct — more likely than not I won’t get MS (that 50% figure on the link you sent would include people whose MRI’s returned lesions), though I’m considerably more likely to get it than Joe Bloggs on the street. So yeah, so far, so good. =)
Re. worrying about the future — I agree it’s a good attitude. Not one I manage to maintain terribly well, I’m afraid, though my angst tends to be more about things that hinge on choice rather than chance.
Can I ask what you were diagnosed with? (I’m both concerned and curious, but you shouldn’t feel like you have to answer)
More OT, have you read any Samuel Delany? I just finished Tales of Neveryon. I’d tried (unsuccessfully) to read it a few years ago, and am now wondering what my problem was. Because it’s the best thing I’ve read in ages – -one of those books that leaves you unable to think straight for a few days afterwards, while you rearrange your world around to fit it in.
The diagnosis is ulcerative colitis. No big deal unless it spreads, and I’m proceeding on the assumption that it won’t. Some studies indicate that smoking, of all things, repress it. So there’s an upside to everything: I now have at least a razor-thin health-based justification of the occasional cigarillo!
No, haven’t read any Delany. Fantasy doesn’t quite do it for me – too much of a sense that ‘anything goes.’ But I gather this guy has some intellectual substance, so maybe I’ll give him a try on your reco. 🙂
That’s the second health ‘benefit’ I’ve heard of. The other is that smokers are less likely to get high altitude pulmonary edema. Just in case you’re planning a trip to Everest anytime soon.
Sounds like that will be very interesting (and difficult). Congrats on getting the job. I hope you will write what you can of your experiences while learning and doing it. “Community cohesion” sounds like something that would be beneficial to know about for many different applications.
A great informative diary! I am looking forward to the next one very much.
Is not the favored method of dealing with dissent and such in the Congo still the chopping off of limbs?
What an amazing and terrible story. I knew it, in brief… I wasn’t aware that Belgium was still unwilling to accept its historical role in these crimes against humanity, though. The bravery of those who fought to bring these horrors to light is to be commended.
I just wish it had had a happy ending, but it seems so many world governments just switched from using one hand to using the other, in relation to exploitation of countries in Africa and other places… and just gave it all a new name.
Not just dismemberment. Cannibalism as an instrument of terror is also back in vogue.
“They were cutting them the way they cut meat,” he tells me. Amuzati watched as his mother, Mutandi, his younger sister, Salam, his older brother, Mangbulu, and his nephew, 5- or 6-year-old Zipoa, were dismembered by rebel soldiers aligned with Jean-Pierre Bemba, who is now one of Congo’s vice presidents. Amuzati says he never saw anyone eaten, although he’s certain that’s what happened after he ran off into the jungle.
http://slate.msn.com/id/2097314/entry/2097322/
“Several witnesses reported cases of mutilation followed by death or decapitation,” the report said. The U.N. report included an account from Zainabo Alfani in which she said she was forced to watch rebels kill and eat two of her children in June 2003.
The report said, “In one corner, there was already cooked flesh from bodies and two bodies being grilled on a barbecue and, at the same time, they prepared her two little girls, putting them alive in two big pots filled with boiling water and oil.”
http://www.bethechangenow.com/archives/2005/03/
Cannibalism is traditionally part of certain animist rituals among some ethnic groups in the region, but tends to flare up in times of war and social disarray.
That happened around the last turn of century, and it’s again happening now. Of course, world society doesn’t especially care. The UNSC extended the weapons embargy to the whole DRC yesterday, but this can’t be enforced without the use of satelite surveillance, which only a few countries have. And they are not so keen on sharing intel with the DRC government. So it goes.
Not just dismemberment. Cannibalism as an instrument of terror is also back in vogue.
Oh, wonderful. Are these the same groups that have been hunting down pygmies as well? I read something about that not too long ago, it seems. Very terrible situation for the people there.
I don’t think much of anything will be done, there or other places, as long as there is still great monetary return for little outlay (and with little world outcry), sadly.
I am not a great believer in (or understander of) karma and such, but I do think that, eventually, the time to pay the piper will be upon us.