Blessed are the poor, the sick, the crossed in love, for at least other people know what is the matter with them and will listen to their belly-achings with sympathy. But who that has not suffered it understands the pain of exile?
(Eric Arthur Blair)
The Sloten borough of Amsterdam was a neighbourhood where a lot of British expatriates had settled. Some had come together with their business or at least some assets, others had arrived just with their clothes on. Sloten had accepted them all. The very rich soon had moved to other places that offered more security or splendour. The ordinary people, the riff-raff and the bohemians had stayed. Sloten, once a village, annexed to Amsterdam in 1921, had become a pleasant and diverse quarter. There were pubs and restaurants, galleries and music halls, British food stores and gift shops. The Dutch had come to call it Klein-Engeland (Little England).
Sloterdjik, advantageously situated along the railway line Haarlem–Amsterdam, had developed into the commercial heart of Sloten – and was considered the political centre of the British expatriates in the Netherlands. – The two men meeting in the New Carlton Club on the Haarlemmerweg were Richard Austen ‘Rab’ Butler and Douglas McGarel Hogg, both prominent conservative leaders not pre-eminently affiliated with Churchillianism. Hogg, the senior of the two, had just arrived from Boston, Massachusetts. Rab Butler, the local Tory chairman, was trying to appraise him on the political situation after the Palme Putsch.
Continental socialists were still seeing Britain through rose-tinted spectacles. Palme Dutt’s reputation among them was a good one. He was regarded as comrade in arms of Oswald Mosley and was better known than Ernest Bevin, who never had been noted outside Britain – before his appointment as prime minister. So, the Netherlands, Belgium and France had acquiesced in the coup, which evidently hadn’t been a violent one. – The German national-conservative government might have a different view, but Germany was entering the hot phase of the 1949 electoral campaign right now. And Britain never had been a popular or even successful theme in German national electoral campaigns.
But even if the Lettow-Vorbeck Government wasn’t distracted by the electoral campaign, one couldn’t expect anything from these old and exhausted men. They were just glad to be alive still. – No, if Palme Dutt had waded through streams of blood, there might have been a positive reaction… As things had turned out, Berlin was content to disregard them. They had closed the COMECON for British merchandise and had allowed for some maritime arms build-up, more couldn’t be expected from them. Their incubus was capitalist Russia, not Red Albion…
Douglas Hogg, one could see it, was disappointed. The New England expatriates had entertained high hopes for a decisive European reaction – after the official US response had already been anticlimactic and indifferent. There had been no upheaval in Canada, only cool business as usual. Even the red rat’s nest of Jamaica had kept calm. Therefore, the Yankees had decided to turn a blind eye on the change of government in Westminster. Well, their eyes were riveted to the Pacific and China anyway. The old world was only interesting for some timeworn East Coast freaks. Even President Patton had put it off…
It was a matter of persevering, said Rab Butler. Yes, agreed Hogg, but this was becoming difficult for the New England community. The expatriates were gradually being assimilated, were becoming Yankees. Everything was too similar. – It might be easier here in continental Europe, where the expatriates were representing a distinct language group. – But in Boston, the children of the expatriates were already indistinguishable from native Americans. It was a tragedy…
(Eric Arthur Blair)
The Sloten borough of Amsterdam was a neighbourhood where a lot of British expatriates had settled. Some had come together with their business or at least some assets, others had arrived just with their clothes on. Sloten had accepted them all. The very rich soon had moved to other places that offered more security or splendour. The ordinary people, the riff-raff and the bohemians had stayed. Sloten, once a village, annexed to Amsterdam in 1921, had become a pleasant and diverse quarter. There were pubs and restaurants, galleries and music halls, British food stores and gift shops. The Dutch had come to call it Klein-Engeland (Little England).
Sloterdjik, advantageously situated along the railway line Haarlem–Amsterdam, had developed into the commercial heart of Sloten – and was considered the political centre of the British expatriates in the Netherlands. – The two men meeting in the New Carlton Club on the Haarlemmerweg were Richard Austen ‘Rab’ Butler and Douglas McGarel Hogg, both prominent conservative leaders not pre-eminently affiliated with Churchillianism. Hogg, the senior of the two, had just arrived from Boston, Massachusetts. Rab Butler, the local Tory chairman, was trying to appraise him on the political situation after the Palme Putsch.
Continental socialists were still seeing Britain through rose-tinted spectacles. Palme Dutt’s reputation among them was a good one. He was regarded as comrade in arms of Oswald Mosley and was better known than Ernest Bevin, who never had been noted outside Britain – before his appointment as prime minister. So, the Netherlands, Belgium and France had acquiesced in the coup, which evidently hadn’t been a violent one. – The German national-conservative government might have a different view, but Germany was entering the hot phase of the 1949 electoral campaign right now. And Britain never had been a popular or even successful theme in German national electoral campaigns.
But even if the Lettow-Vorbeck Government wasn’t distracted by the electoral campaign, one couldn’t expect anything from these old and exhausted men. They were just glad to be alive still. – No, if Palme Dutt had waded through streams of blood, there might have been a positive reaction… As things had turned out, Berlin was content to disregard them. They had closed the COMECON for British merchandise and had allowed for some maritime arms build-up, more couldn’t be expected from them. Their incubus was capitalist Russia, not Red Albion…
Douglas Hogg, one could see it, was disappointed. The New England expatriates had entertained high hopes for a decisive European reaction – after the official US response had already been anticlimactic and indifferent. There had been no upheaval in Canada, only cool business as usual. Even the red rat’s nest of Jamaica had kept calm. Therefore, the Yankees had decided to turn a blind eye on the change of government in Westminster. Well, their eyes were riveted to the Pacific and China anyway. The old world was only interesting for some timeworn East Coast freaks. Even President Patton had put it off…
It was a matter of persevering, said Rab Butler. Yes, agreed Hogg, but this was becoming difficult for the New England community. The expatriates were gradually being assimilated, were becoming Yankees. Everything was too similar. – It might be easier here in continental Europe, where the expatriates were representing a distinct language group. – But in Boston, the children of the expatriates were already indistinguishable from native Americans. It was a tragedy…
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