What about his wife, daughters (Olga, Tatiana, etc) and Alexi?
Alexi is "Tsar". Though for how long....
What about his wife, daughters (Olga, Tatiana, etc) and Alexi?
What about his wife, daughters (Olga, Tatiana, etc) and Alexi?
Alexi is "Tsar". Though for how long....
The hall looked smaller than when Friedrich Maherero had first set foot inside it. Of course, he had then been almost a child, come at the hand of his father to see their great lord. The intervening years had given him many gifts: He stood before his emperor now a graduate of Lichtenfelde cadet school, a guards officer promoted to major in the last round of rewards, the bearer of an Iron Cross and Pour le Merite. The war had aged him – ‘seasoned’, many of his compatriots would say, but he had been there. He knew better. Emperor Wilhelm, too, bore his share of scars on both mind and body; young men too soon taken from their carefree world to shoulder responsibilities far too great for them.
The return to Berlin was bittersweet in more ways than one. Major Maherero had grown accustomed to the universe of frontline command, a world where rank counted for less than courage and his soldiers took him for a man. The capital was different: Too many of the stares that followed him were envious and hateful. Many a courtier thought it safe to half-whisper his insults in French, a language Maherero had decided to pretend he did not understand. Having no taste for duelling and no trust in German courts, he found it easier this way. And of course, today was the day he would be sent off. Generously, of course, but ultimately it made little enough difference.
“I am sorry to see you leave, Major.” Wilhelm said when his turn had come, and he surely meant it. The two had gotten along well enough, and the emperor was genuinely well disposed towards him. But staying was out of the question. Even if the money had been taken care of – and Wilhelm had offered that much – he could not stay away from home forever.
“Your Majesty, I regret nothing more than having to leave your service.” Maherero intoned, the words carefully scripted. “But my father recalls me to his side. My people need me.”
Wilhelm nodded. “The bond between a prince and his people are a sacred duty.” He said, and Maherero saw the jaws of several uniformed men drop at the word ‘Fürst’. He was serious about this durbar stuff after all. “You will, of course, wish to resign your commission, Major.”
Maherero clenched his jaw. “Of course.” He replied. It stood to reason. The German army would be happy with a black officer on the Russian front, but you couldn’t have that kind of thing in the colonies. It had all been agreed in advance: They would give him a reserve lieutenant-colonelcy to sweeten the deal on the understanding that it would never be activated. The heraldry office had even come up with a wheeze to get around the poorly defined status of colonial chiefdom, granting a patent of noble birth instead of a standard ennoblement. It did not change his notional status, and calling himself ‘von Maherero’ seemed vaguely silly, but it cemented the idea that his family ranked with the nobility of the Reich. Some wag had suggested a quote from Othello to accompany his new coat of arms: Der Mohr hat seine Schuldigkeit getan. It hit too close to home to be funny.
“And we will arrange for the grants you suggested.” That came as a surprise. Not the fact as such; Maherero had discussed it with the court officials at length. He had not expected Wilhelm to make it a public issue, though. “Ten of your people’s brightest will attend teachers’ colleges in Germany every year, and ten engineering schools. Let our African subjects see we are as generous in rewarding loyalty as we are zealous in punishing treachery.”
Applause rose. Wilhelm had become accomplished at deploying public gestures in a way that Maherero still found hard to reconcile with the clumsy, enthusiastic youth he remembered. He swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth and replied: “My thanks, Your Majesty, and the everlasting gratitude of my people will forever attach to your august name.”
He rose, beckoned by servants, and stepped away from the red carpet, his brief moment in the sun of ceremonial splendour over. Slowly walking towards the side tables where noblemen and officers shifted more or less inconspicuously to avoid having to acknowledge him, he was headed off by General von Falkenhayn before he could reach the refreshments.
“Sir!?” Maherero saluted crisply, dinging his index finger on the metal rim of the polished helmet. He had not worn proper regimental dress once in the fourteen months he had been with the guards.
“Major.” The general returned his salute, casting a pointed glance at several nearby worthies. “Have you met Mr. Morgan, the inventor of the army issue gas mask?”
“I have not had the pleasure.” Maherero replied. He had little enough interest in technology as such, but surely even geeking with the most machine-crazy people in the army would be more entertaining than spending an hour being studiously avoided by Berlin’s courtly set.
“We will have to remedy that. Come along. He has just received his civilian Verdienstorden and will be more than glad to see you before he returns to his home in America.”
Der Mohr hat seine Schuldigkeit getan
Put in this context, it does feel more like a slap than a well-meaning joke, yes.
The German army would be happy with a black officer on the Russian front, but you couldn’t have that kind of thing in the colonies.
Put in this context, it does feel more like a slap than a well-meaning joke, yes.
(also just a nitpick, but I believe the quote is actually from Schiller, not Shakespeare?)
Really. Possibly insulting I guess (my German isn't good enough to get the undertones, but I understand the sentence).
Interesting inversion of OTL. The colonial powers IOTL that commissioned black officers in the first place during this period used them almost exclusively in the colonies - the few Senegalese officers in the French tirailleurs were stationed in colonial postings, and Germany sent people like Martin-Paul Samba back to Kamerun after they graduated the military academy - and the big taboo was having black officers command white troops. Here, it seems that nobody batted an eye about Maherero commanding white soldiers - I assume that as a major, he even had white officers under him - but they won't allow him to stay on duty in the colonies because that might give his people ideas above their station. I can understand the thinking behind this - and it's certainly plausible for things to work out this way, given how few black officers there were at this point and how embryonic the policy toward them was - but a colonial administrator from OTL might look at the outcome with raised eyebrows.
I would also think that just because Berlin will never have the good Lieutenant Colonel be activated. Will not stop some semi-desperate Governor or official from activating him. And from my reading those guys were always hard up for talented officers.
Also a governor would have to be brain dead not to see the advantages that naming Fürst von Maherero to command one of the Askari regiments would bring. Talk about living proof of the rewards of loyalty. The new "African dream" in the flesh, serve loyally and you too can become an Oberst and von.
Oh shit I forgot that this timeline was still alive! Can we get a summary of events?
It could also mean the German colonies could become full German states in the future, distant future.
It could also mean the German colonies could become full German states in the future, distant future.
Think that WOG made clear that wouldn't happen. Are there any examples, other than France in Algeria, and Portugal for dejure annexation of non-white majority colonies into the metropole?
I think that making a Sudwest a state, which implies self rule AND population size based participation in the politics of the metropole, would run into a coalition of vested interests within and without the colony which would oppose this unless the natives are almost completely disenfranchised (As was defacto, if not completely De Jure the case in Algeria and the Portugese colonies) , and it's hard to imagine a counter coalition (including the SPD) which would care enough about the issue to push it through.