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News Analysis
By M.J. Akbar
News must be political and commercial. A newspaper must be open to all interests but subject to none. It must give due respect to advertising. When you realise that there was a spelling mistake in the title, and lots of Calcutta gossip on its pages, then all the components of a modern newspaper may be found in the path-breaker. What is a newspaper without a typo?
The Gazette was launched by James Augustus Hickey (I presume you've noticed the typo), one of the most colourful stars of a resplendent era. We think of the British as staid Victorian gentlemen with stiff necks and stiffer upper lips. But this was the Raj after it became a formal part of the empire after the uprising of 1857. The buccaneers of the East India Company, who created British rule, were a different breed whose favourite toast was to "a lass and a lakh a day." Obviously very few were so lucky, but even lesser dividends were enough to keep them very happy.
Job Charnock, who founded Calcutta, married Leela, a beautiful Brahmin girl he rescued from sati. Francis Day chose the site of the Madras fort only because it was near his Indian mistress' home. The first British resident after the capture of Delhi in 1803, David Ochterlony, popularly known as "Loony Akhtar," who deserves all the legends attached to his name, was accompanied by all 13 of his wives when he went to "take the air" every evening, each wife on a separate elephant. Reginald Heber, Bishop of Calcutta between 1823 and 1826, could not take his eyes off Bengali beauties bathing in the river at five in the morning and confessed that "the deep bronze tint was more naturally agreeable to the human eyes than the fair skins of Europe."
Hickey, a good journalist, wrote a splendid account of his Indian Bibi, the superbly named Jemdanee who "lived with me, respected and admired by all friends for her extraordinary sprightliness and great humour. Unlike the women in Asia, she never secluded herself from the sight of strangers; on the contrary, she delighted in joining my male parties, cordially joining in the mirth which prevailed though never touching wine or spirits of any kind." So it was an exercise in double standards (typical, did I hear?) when Hickey sent the circulation up by sensational reporting on the first adultery case to reach the Calcutta High Court. The principal accused were Madame Grand, a young Dutch-English woman of exceptional beauty, who was born near Pondicherry and blossomed in Chandernagore, and, astonishingly, went on to marry Napoleon's brilliant foreign minister Prince Talleyrand; and Philip Francis, Hastings' quarrelsome deputy. The first sittings of the trial commenced on 8 February 1779, just in time for circulation growth. There is something to be said for the theory that Francis left India not because of his duel with Hastings, but because of his amour for Madame Grand. If the laws of libel made it difficult to publish a story, Hickey had no problems about using transparent pseudonyms like `Pompos' or `Turban Conquest' or `Hooka Turban' or `Chinsurah Belle.'
Here is an example of journalist double entendre: "March, 1781. Public Notice: Lost on the Course, last Monday evening, Buxey Clumsy's heart, whilst he stood simpering at the footstep of Hooka Turban's carriage: as it is supposed to be in her possession, she is desired to return it immediately, or to deliver up her own as a proper acknowledgment."
An instance of some poetry in the paper:
There is nothing new about Page 3.
As one commentator noted, Hickey "admitted contributions which, while hypocritically affecting to teach and uphold public and private morality, in reality pandered to the impulses of the prurient and the vicious." Anyone recognise anything familiar? The editor, of course, never got off the high pedestal, pompously noting, in one instance, "Lothario's letter and poetry is received, but is not fit for insertion, nor will anything ever be inserted in the Bengal Gazette that can possibly give offence to the ladies."
Success naturally encouraged competition. And so a salt agent Peter Reed, in partnership with a theatre-person B. Messink (I could not have made this name up for a newspaper proprietor even if I had tried), backed by Hastings, started the India Gazette in 1781. It was "well-printed" with four pages of 16 inches long, divided into three columns. Hickey joyfully nicknamed them `Peter Nimmuck' (as in salt, of course) and `Barnaby Grizzle' (for reasons I have not been able to discover, but perhaps Messink was bearish). And he was in high elation when the India Gazette closed down because Grizzle cheated Nimmuck.
Hickey did not survive much longer, but it was not "scurrilous" journalism that brought him down. His paper was more noble in death than it had been in life. On 14 November 1780 a diktat was issued from Fort William: "Public notice is hereby given that as a weekly newspaper called the Bengal Gazette or Calcutta General Advertiser, printed by J.A. Hickey, has lately been found to contain several improper paragraphs tending to vilify private characters and to disturb the peace of the Settlement, it is no longer permitted to be circulated through the channel of the General Post Office." In a private letter to a friend in England Hastings said why he had been emboldened to act against Hickey, for since Francis had announced he would leave "I shall have no competitor to oppose my designs, to encourage disobedience to my authority, to excite and foment popular odium against me. In a word, I shall have power, and I will employ it."
How many rulers of India have thought the same since!
And how many journalists have responded in the manner Hickey did? Enough to guarantee the honour of the profession.
Talking in the third person, Hickey responded: "Before he will bow, cringe, or fawn to any of his oppressors... he would compose ballads and sell them through the streets of Calcutta as Homer did. He has now but three things to lose: his honour in the support of his paper, his liberty, and his life; the two latter he will hazard in defence of the former, for he is determined to make it a scourge of all schemers and leading tyrants; should these illegally deprive him of his liberty and confine him in a jail, he is determined to print there with every becoming spirit suited to his care and the deserts of his oppressors... Shall I tamely submit to the yoke of slavery and wanton oppression? No!"
Enough said.
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