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I feel bad for not mentioning how awesome I think it is that there is a large Korean immigrant community in Brazil at this time period. That's a big cultural infusion right there. I wonder what my experience as a Mormon missionary in northeastern Brazil would be like in this timeline...
 
A bit higher literacy might help them break into small scale rural retail and IOTL Koreans have been quite successful at that including in South America (when I lived in Bolivia a number of the electronics stores were owned by Koreans), although not nearly to the extent of Arab (especially Lebanese) Christians IOTL.
The same in Central Asia - the Koreans transplanted there by Stalin in the mid-30s have succesfully taken up the niche of small-to-midsize mercantile & entrepreneurial class, making them both admired and somewhat resented as ethnic group, a bit like the Chinese in South-East Asia.
 
Great update, Jonathan!

Looks like Grao Para is stuck between a rock and a hard place. At best, they'll be a buffer between competing spheres of interest. At worse, they'll be completely dismantled. In between are various levels of puppetness and subordination. In almost no scenario do they get to maintain an independent domestic and foreign policy.

Cheers,
Ganesha
 
Lots of stuff that fits, Korean traditional drumming is quite big so that works and Korean shamans are usually female so the intermarriage would work as well... The syncretism makes sense since Korean shamanism is syncretic as all hell with all kinds of Taoist and Buddhist elements mixed in and there is no real established canon or hierarchy to stop syncretism.

The more I read about Korean shamanism, the more amazed I am at how well it fits in with Brazilian culture. A Korean candomble is something that should have happened.

Most of the candomble priesthood was (and is) also female, but there are male pais-de-santo as well as male shamans, so the intermarriage among shamanic bloodlines would work both ways.

Thinking about it, it makes sense for the shamans to be the glue that keeps the Korean-Brazilians together... By the time Korea got to be independent, shamanism was pretty moribund but this far back they were still fairly strong and concentrated among poor rural people.

This makes a lot of sense. I wonder if shamanism will survive in Brazil even as it becomes moribund in Korea itself, especially as it synthesizes with Afro-Brazilian culture. It isn't uncommon for cultural survivals to persist much longer in diasporas than in the metropole.

One thing that might be interesting is that literacy among Korean peasants is higher than you'd expect (but still quite low, no real education system at all for poor people at all at this time, but still quite a bit higher than, say, China) since hangeul is VERY easy for Koreans to learn and was often used by women and the lower classes while at this time the elite were still often using Sino-Korean. A bit higher literacy might help them break into small scale rural retail and IOTL Koreans have been quite successful at that including in South America (when I lived in Bolivia a number of the electronics stores were owned by Koreans), although not nearly to the extent of Arab (especially Lebanese) Christians IOTL.

The same in Central Asia - the Koreans transplanted there by Stalin in the mid-30s have succesfully taken up the niche of small-to-midsize mercantile & entrepreneurial class, making them both admired and somewhat resented as ethnic group, a bit like the Chinese in South-East Asia.

That seems to be the trajectory for Asian labor migrants in general - the overseas Indians and Chinese have followed that pattern in multiple cases, as have the Javanese in Surinam and the Japanese in Hawaii and the Andean republics. The Koreans of Brazil would most likely follow this path after a generation or two on the plantations - the Wolof have the small-scale import-export trade sewn up, but there's plenty of room to fill in domestic retail and small manufacturing. And they'll take quite a few of the Afro-Brazilians with them - many rural Afro-Brazilians will have an entry to the Korean business networks through the shamanic intermarriages.

I feel bad for not mentioning how awesome I think it is that there is a large Korean immigrant community in Brazil at this time period. That's a big cultural infusion right there. I wonder what my experience as a Mormon missionary in northeastern Brazil would be like in this timeline...

Well, to start with, your mission partner might well be Congolese or South African. I could see TTL's Mormonism doing well among syncretic Brazilians for many of the same reasons it will do well in central and southern Africa, albeit remaining a minority religion.

Looks like Grao Para is stuck between a rock and a hard place. At best, they'll be a buffer between competing spheres of interest. At worse, they'll be completely dismantled. In between are various levels of puppetness and subordination. In almost no scenario do they get to maintain an independent domestic and foreign policy.

They're already very compromised - at this point, the political factions in Belém are little more than puppets for the various powers' rubber interests. The war will indeed decide Grão Pará's fate, and as you say, it is very unlikely to maintain any real independence, but the form it will take remains to be seen. On the other hand, the revolutionary traditions of the Cabanagem and the 1882 revolution will still be there, and may filter through to whoever rules the postwar Amazon.

Next update soon, hopefully before we know who the president will be.
 
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Sade Abbott [1], “The First Africans in Britain,” London Journal (May 2005)

… Legend has it that an elderly dowager – it’s always an old woman in these stories – buttonholed Gladstone at the Golden Jubilee and demanded that he explain British politics to her. His reply: “Madam, I will answer in the style of Rabbi Hillel. Labour, Ireland and Empire: all else is commentary.” It’s doubtful that the Grand Old Man ever said that, and not only because of his ambivalent attitude toward Judaism, but if he had, he wouldn’t have been far wrong.

In the 1880s, British trade unions had come into their own. Gone were the days of the Combination Acts and the post-Peterloo repression: the unions had won the right to organize and picket, and a series of laws – most enacted by Liberal governments, but some passed under the Conservatives – limited child labour and set a ten-hour day for factory workers. The reform acts of 1881 and 1885 reduced voting qualifications to the point where about two thirds of adult males had the franchise, making the working class dominant in more than eighty parliamentary constituencies.

But Britain was hardly a utopia for workers: working conditions at many factories remained abysmal, wages for unskilled workers were barely enough to survive, there were few provisions for those who suffered injury or illness on the job, and strikes were often violent affairs. The unions’ leadership wanted more than the paternalistic legislation that the political class was willing to provide: they wanted a real share of power as well as a stake in the ownership of the country. Whether this was to be accomplished within the existing political parties, or whether it required the working class to form their own faction, was a topic of fierce debate.

Still fiercer was the Irish Question, which was no closer to solution in 1888 than it had been in 1848. There were some improvements in the climate during the 1870s when Irish nationalists held the balance of power in Parliament; the Coercion Acts were repealed, and a fund of £ 5 million (later increased to £ 12 million) was set up to provide loans to tenant farmers who wished to purchase their plots. But the issue of home rule was as intransigent as ever. In 1883 and again in 1889, the House of Commons passed home-rule bills, but neither of them granted sufficient autonomy to satisfy the nationalists, and both failed in the Lords in any event.

The Prince of Wales, in a rare moment of public involvement in politics, suggested in 1890 that Britain and Ireland become a dual monarchy like Austria-Hungary, but the Queen was vehemently against this suggestion and he found himself with few supporters. The status quo remained as the default option, but was increasingly untenable, and the differences between nationalists and unionists were starting to take on the appearance of an underground war.

The Empire controversy had evolved considerably by the late 1880s: where once there had been a large faction who questioned the need for an empire at all, its existence had become a broad consensus and a source of pride. That had merely shifted the battleground rather than settling the question: the disputes of the Jubilee years related to what regions should be brought into the British sphere, whether the empire’s growth and preservation were worth conflict with other European powers, and how the imperial subjects should be treated. The growth of the All-India Reform Congress and George Gordon’s Jamaica Reform Party had made the last of these increasingly contentious, and now Africa too was added to the mix.

It was in this Britain that the first large African communities – as opposed to small transient settlements – were established. In the decade prior to the Great War, eleven thousand Africans, most of them Malê but with representation from Sierra Leone and the rest of Britain’s African empire, settled in the United Kingdom. Many fetched up in the East End of London, in neighbourhoods that had traditionally been home to working-class immigrants, especially Canning Town where a small community of discharged black soldiers and seamen already existed. The wealthier merchants and industrialists, keen to extend their business connections to the metropole, found their way to more fashionable London districts. The largest settlement, however, was not in London but in the Medway Towns, where Malê who had worked in naval industries in Africa became skilled tradesmen at the Chatham naval yard. The 1891 census saw 4,722 people of African origin in the Chatham borough constituency, mostly men but with an increasing number of families.

The Africans were in most ways like any other group of new immigrants in Britain. But in a very important way, they were not: because they came from the British empire, they were British subjects without any need for naturalization. Like the Indians and dominion citizens resident in Britain, they could vote if they met the property qualifications, and as skilled labourers, many of them did. And as Malê, steeped in Abacarist doctrines of democratic self-rule and resistance to injustice, they wasted no time in forming civic clubs and staking out positions on the controversies of the day.

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Of the Grand Old Man’s big three, the Irish Question concerned the Africans the least. The examples of Oyo and Sokoto were sometimes raised by Irish nationalists, who asked why they should be denied a right that a bunch of black savages had, to which the unionists’ rejoinder was that Sokoto and Oyo had no peerage and no representatives in Westminster. But to the Africans themselves, as opposed to those who used them to make a point, Irish home rule wasn’t a matter of concern.

Labour and Empire, though, were quite the opposite. As industrial workers with a strong tradition of labour activism, the Malê were quick to form unions and seek alliances with the labour organisations already existing in Britain. This was not as simple a matter as one might think, due both to divisions within the African community and the disparate Sahelian and British trade union histories.

For instance, Africans found themselves on both sides of the controversy about whether to form an independent working-class political party. Most of those from Ilorin were quite willing to organise under the Liberal umbrella. The Liberals’ program of paternalistic labour legislation matched what they were used to; two generations of Abacarist qadis had enforced minimum wages, maximum hours and workplace safety codes, and these limitations had been codified with little controversy under Usman Abacar’s premiership. But the immigrants from Sokoto and the Adamawa industrial towns, for whom the battle for workers’ rights had been quite literal, saw British factories as a mirror of their own countries, and believed that trusting customary authority figures to enforce gemeinschaft norms in a gesellschaft society was futile.

So, too, the Englishmen’s trade unions were organised differently from the African ones. The Malê unions were religious brotherhoods: they performed many of the same mutual-aid functions as the British labour organisations and sought many of the same goals, but their rhetoric and internal leadership principles were informed by an Islamic jurisprudence that was alien to the British trade union movement, especially the part of it that was of a Marxist bent.

There was indeed an even more basic disagreement within the British labour movement: as in Paris, the London unions wondered if the Africans were working-class allies at all, or whether they had instead come to take British jobs and depress Englishmen’s wages. The fact that the Malê had their own unions, and that they fought for labour justice just as fiercely as any British worker, tipped the scales in favour of the former; by 1890 most of the British trade union movement recognised the Africans as part of their alliance, although the two would continue to have tactical disagreements and would sometimes work to cross-purposes.

And finally, the Africans, who were from the Empire, had an obvious interest in its rule. Their own status was not least among the questions of empire: some believed they ought not to be allowed to settle in Britain at all, and between 1885 and 1892, several proposals to that effect were mooted. All these proposals were turned back, but the Malê used their civic clubs and newspapers to argue against them, and also to oppose disabilities for Africans in Britain and to fight the race prejudice often shown by police and government officials.

By the 1890s, the subjects of their advocacy had grown to the African empire in general. Although the Malê themselves came from countries with broad self-rule, life in London and Chatham had brought them into contact with many other Africans who did not, and also gave them firsthand contact with those who believed black men incapable of such things. The African newspapers began to speak in favour of reforms in colonial administration and inclusion of more colonial subjects in the civil service, and this would lead them into alliance with like-minded unions and political parties at home, and with the All-India Reform Congress and the West Indian organisations resident in Britain.

It was only a matter of time before some Malê – both of the trade-unionist and the merchant variety – argued for taking their own place in the nation’s political life. These discussions were interrupted by the outbreak of war, but they were hardly ended…

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Ahmadu Odubogun, Faith and Ferment: The Sahel and Sudan in the Nineteenth Century (Ibadan Univ. Press 2005)

… The half-decade before the Great War was a relatively quiescent time in the lower Niger. Sokoto and the Oyo constituent states had achieved a workable relationship with Britain through their status as Imperial Domains [2], and the regions under direct colonialism or princely-state rule saw the departure of the Company as the beginning of a modus vivendi. Some of those under direct rule, especially those Igbo who had embraced Christianity, actually prospered: they had an inside track for the lower tier of British Africa’s two-level civil service, and the standardization of law and administration, as well as the enforced peace imposed upon the colonies, enabled Igbo merchants to expand their areas of operation. The 1890 census of Lagos colony was the first to record Igbo businessmen along with the existing Coaster merchant colony, marking the beginning of an Igbo merchant diaspora that would spread through much of the Niger. While colonial rule would go on to create its own problems, these were just beginning to appear when the war broke out, and the period before was the calm before the storm.

Ilorin, whose position within the New Oyo Confederacy gave it two layers of insulation from British rule and whose economy had begun to stabilize as its industries adapted to European competition and its new industrial bank distributed investment, was similarly muted. After the 1888 election, a factional split within the Abacarist party briefly cast Usman Abacar out of the premiership, but this was due more to personal than ideological disagreement, and within months, Abacar was able to placate enough of the rebels and recruit enough independent legislators to regain the prime minister’s chair. That non-affair would be the most exciting political event in a period otherwise marked by broad consensus and renewed development.

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Not so Adamawa. Wracked by years of inconclusive war with Bornu and the remaining Hausa states, the economic shock of European imports, and the rebellion of the Zaria Commune, the nation suffered another blow with Emir Sanda bin Adama's death in 1890. A third brother-emir, Zubeiru bin Adama, reigned for barely two months before a palace coup brought Sanda's son, Muhammad Iya bin Sanda, to power.

The new emir's rule was met with opposition from Zubeiru's partisans on the one hand and from the Zaria, Kano and Kaduna unions on the other. Zubeiru had the support of many Fulani clans in the east of the country; in the west, where the capital-starved workers' cooperatives were slowly being forced to surrender their factory ownership in exchange for credit, they saw Muhammad Iya's accession as a chance to turn the tables. Fortunately for Muhammad Iya, he had inherited two qualities from his uncle Lawalu: canniness and modernizing zeal.

He initially made common cause with the industrial cities, promising an elected legislature and government loans in exchange for their support. With the aid of regiments recruited from the labor brotherhoods, he defeated the rebellious clans; henceforward, although the ruling dynasty would still be Fulani, its primary base of support would be the Hausa and Malê townsmen. But then, after decreeing his promised reforms, he stole a march on the unions: as the emir of Sokoto had done, he asked to be incorporated into the British empire.

Muhammad Iya was well aware that by doing so, he would give up some freedom of action and would bind himself to British foreign and economic policy. But unlike his father, he had little desire to expand Adamawa's borders - he believed that the state had reached its maximum workable size - and he realized that Britain would protect the status quo from both external and internal threats. As the ruler of an Imperial Domain, his own position would be secure, and he would be able to erode the powers of his newly-created parliament. It is likely that Muhammad Iya also considered an association with Britain beneficial, in terms of modernizing Adamawa's physical and governmental infrastructure, but from all appearances, his primary motive was to double-cross his working-class supporters.

And it worked. In August 1892, a rigged parliament ratified the treaty of accession, and Adamawa became Britain's third and last Imperial Domain. The industrial elite, the army officers and the Yola courtiers, who were the ones to win out from any preservation of the status quo, were easily reconciled to their position in the empire. The Fulani clansmen and labor brotherhoods were far less so, and this would have repercussions later...

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David Marsden, The Colonial Century: Britain's Strange Career in Africa (London: Macmillan, 1990)

... For more than thirty years, the Dahomey and Asante kingdoms were the forgotten stepchildren of the British Empire. Britain, with Paulo Abacar's aid, had subdued Dahomey to suppress the slave trade, and had intimidated the Asante into signing unequal treaties to the same end, but at the time, it was uninterested in actually ruling inland Africa. Both kingdoms thus persisted as princely states, with compliant monarchs and suborned armies but with little change for the majority of the people.

But stasis could not persist. Ideas traveled, both from the coastal areas that Britain had brought under direct rule and the Malê states to the east. Missionaries brought several flavors of Christianity; peddlers and itinerant teachers brought news of Abacarist Islam and its more orthodox cousin; and as everywhere in West Africa, both the bottom and the top of the social order found many of these notions attractive.

At the same time, Britain was reworking its conception of empire, and by the 1880s, as its rivalry with France heated up, it determined to bring the Dahomey and Asante monarchies more closely to heel. Unlike Oyo and Sokoto, they had not chosen to belong to the empire, nor did they have the military strength to resist it effectively, so Britain was able to put them on a considerably shorter leash. In 1879, a British resident was installed at Abomey, and another arrived at Kumasi two years later; by 1890, most provincial towns had district officers appointed from the new African Civil Service, whose mission was ostensibly to assist the local chiefs but who in fact had the power to make or break them.

The nobles accepted the change with predictably bad grace, but they accepted: they still had more autonomy than the crown colonies, and the British system of indirect rule guaranteed their status and privileges. Others had their own idea of what imperial rule might bring. In some villages, the people were able to establish the district officer as a rival authority figure, someone to whom they could appeal in the event of official injustice and whose legal system provided rights they lacked under the monarchies. In other settlements, the district officer himself was a symbol of injustice, whose demands on the nobles were passed on to the peasants in the form of higher taxation and forcible connection to the cash economy. And as the monarchs, too, used the British administration to settle scores, discontent also spread among the nobles who had fallen out of favor.

Both Dahomey and Asante had sizable cities, but neither had begun to industrialize, so they had no working class as such; instead, the peasants' dissatisfaction took the form of withdrawals or Jacqueries with an occasional Abacarist tinge in the north. The nobles' rebellions were somewhat more organized, especially in the Asante kingdom which bordered on the French-held Côte d'Ivoire. Rebels against the Asante monarchy could seek shelter on the French side of the frontier, as rebels against France did on the British side, and in time, the rebellious forces formed loose alliances and pacts of mutual aid. A few of the discontented nobles, realizing that more than personal allegiance was needed to keep their rebellions going, adopted nationalist rhetoric and set themselves up in opposition to London as well as Kumasi.

Naturally, the colonial power took a dim view of these revolts, and although it preferred to let the king's British-trained army deal with them, an increasing number of British troops were also committed to the border region. This coincided with a similar buildup on the French side, where the UPF government elected in 1891 claimed the right of hot pursuit across the border. In the summer of 1892, a standoff occurred between French troops and a mixed British-Asante garrison just inside the frontier; this was resolved peacefully, but another incident early the following year...

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[1] Diane Folasade “Sade” Abbott (b. 1953) is an athlete, journalist and politician of mixed European, West Indian and Malê descent, with ancestors in the Gordon political family of Jamaica and the Abacar family of Ilorin and Sokoto. In her youth, Abbott was a gifted runner, representing Britain in the 1976 Olympics where she placed fourth in the women’s 400-meter hurdles and won a bronze medal in the women’s mile. She graduated from the University of London and pursued a career in journalism, holding jobs with the BBC, the Times and the Guardian. In 1989, she was elected to the London city council as a Progressive Conservative; three years later, she won the parliamentary seat of Hackney North and Stoke Newington and has held it ever since. She is Secretary of State for Culture and Sport in the current Progressive Conservative-Stewardship coalition government.

[2] See post 839.
 
Fascinating developments in Africa and a good insight into the British (and Malê) unions. But most interesting is the "Ausgleich"-proposal regarding Ireland, even though it was just an afterthought I hope there MIGHT be a development towards that, which would be very beneficial for the Irish and it could result in a seperate, tiny Irish colony, which would be awesome (Todyo once did a map for a united Dominion of Ireland with IIRC Guadeloupe as an Irish appendage, loved that one).
 
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Sounds like the evolution of the UK party system will turn out rather different than OTL...

Bruce
 
What's most interesting, I think, is that the only British imperial dominions are African states.

Yes, though maybe Canada and later Australia and New Zealand will, have a differnt name, or perhaps will be treated as Kingdoms outright within an overall British Realm.
 
But most interesting is the "Ausgleich"-proposal regarding Ireland, even though it was just an afterthought I hope there MIGHT be a development towards that, which would be very beneficial for the Irish and it could result in a seperate, tiny Irish colony, which would be awesome (Todyo once did a map for a united Dominion of Ireland with IIRC Guadeloupe as an Irish appendage, loved that one).

Apparently, Edward VII actually supported this option in OTL, and a few of the Irish nationalists such as Arthur Griffith were also willing to accept it as a compromise. Griffith won't exist in TTL, but there may be others with similar opinions, and Bertie will assume his role rather sooner (Victoria will live as long as OTL, but the war will take a great deal out of her, and the Prince of Wales will increasingly take over her functions). On the other hand, he wouldn't have much real power either as prince or king, most of the major players on both the British and Irish side considered the idea rather fanciful, and if you give the Irish their own kingdom, the Scots will want one next.

I haven't made any definite decisions about how the Irish Question will be resolved in TTL; I'll let things play out during and after the war.

Sounds like the evolution of the UK party system will turn out rather different than OTL...

The Conservatives will split at some point, and the Progressive Conservative party will inherit the lion's share of their mantle. Sometimes it's more progressive, sometimes more conservative - a center-right party, for whatever values of center-right hold true in TTL's Britain in 2012.

The Stewardship party is like the Greens and not like them - environmentalist, but not broadly left-wing, and including a fair number of religious conservatives.

Haha, I like your shout out to Diane Abbot. Her reputation has been rather tarnished in recent times though

That's Sade Abbott to you, and obviously Tory!Diane isn't much like her OTL counterpart, although she's a hell of a speechmaker.

What's most interesting, I think, is that the only British imperial dominions are African states.

Yes, though maybe Canada and later Australia and New Zealand will, have a differnt name, or perhaps will be treated as Kingdoms outright within an overall British Realm.

The point of the Imperial Domains is precisely that they aren't dominions - after Oyo won the war with the Company, calling it a "domain" was a way to recognize its internal self-rule without insulting the settler colonies. Canada is still a dominion in TTL, with New Zealand, the Cape Colony and the Australian provinces having that status de facto and soon to be de jure.

Right now, the difference between dominion and domain is largely a matter of protocol, although that will change, and will be part of the reason why there's no British Empire in Africa by 1955.

Oyo's Imperial Domain status was originally intended to be sui generis - they were in a position to set the terms of their accession, and both they and the British needed to find a politically palatable term for their relationship. Once Sokoto and Adamawa wanted in, though, "Imperial Domain" became a term of art for "princely state that becomes a voluntary member of the empire and is too strong to push around easily."

Some of the Indian princely states may be upgraded to similar status later on (although several of them, too, will have sui generis relationships, as will Oman), and the Imperial Domain setup will be a model for responsible government in Malta and Malaya although it will be called something different in those countries.
 
Progressive Conservative-Stewardship coalition


Sounds like the evolution of the UK party system will turn out rather different than OTL...

Bruce

In the context of the post, it looks to me like the West African paternalism has reacted back on British politics in general, splitting Labour supporters and strengthening what would be the Liberals OTL, but on terms that stress the social contract more. But relative to radical labor movements, stress the deferential parts of the social contract too.

I'd guess that hardcore Labour is still in the mix, and maybe more militantly working-class socialist, but also somewhat diminished. Perhaps they've ever formed a Government on their own, once or twice, but usually have to be in coalition with someone or other.

The paternalist-progressives sort of skew the whole axis of political dimensions I'd think.
 
'Stewardship' is an excellent altname for Green!

Well done, indeed, that ominous foreshadowing in Africa.
 
I am now worried that I've had a disturbing insight into your mind JE - combining Sade and Dianne like that!:p


Although I guess that would make for a pretty talented person, with respect to the OTL inspirations
 
In the context of the post, it looks to me like the West African paternalism has reacted back on British politics in general, splitting Labour supporters and strengthening what would be the Liberals OTL, but on terms that stress the social contract more. But relative to radical labor movements, stress the deferential parts of the social contract too.

I'd guess that hardcore Labour is still in the mix, and maybe more militantly working-class socialist, but also somewhat diminished. Perhaps they've ever formed a Government on their own, once or twice, but usually have to be in coalition with someone or other.

This is correct to an extent. The West Africans don't all support paternalism - the ones from the Adamawa industrial cities, who've had to fight for every concession, are as militant as they come - but most of the early arrivals in the UK are from Ilorin. The Ilorin workers are more "Lib-Lab" types than hardcore Labour, and because they got to the UK first, they'll have the inside track on community leadership. And because they're such enthusiastic trade unionists - workers' rights are nothing short of a religious imperative for them - they'll have influence in the British labor movement out of proportion to their numbers.

By 2012, TTL's Liberal Party is effectively Lib-Lab, with an attitude toward the social contract much like what you describe - it's the center-left party. You've already met one of the people who will help to make it that way. There's is a Labour Party, and you'll see what happens to it from time to time as the twentieth century unfolds; a couple of smaller factions may also be significant.

'Stewardship' is an excellent altname for Green!

The stewardship ideology is only one competing form of environmentalism in TTL, and there will also be parties closer to the Greens we know, although they also won't be called that.

I am now worried that I've had a disturbing insight into your mind JE - combining Sade and Dianne like that!:p

If you think that's bad, wait till you see what I do to... well, you'll find out three updates from now.
 
Another great update!

How much has Christianity spread into the Dahomey and Asante kingdoms? I know that even today, many people in Ghana and that region continue to follow Akanism or related faiths. With the situation there not too much different from OTL, has that changed at all?

And what is going on in Morocco? I assume it's a French protectorate, as OTL, but given France's somewhat different relationship with its colonial empire, that might be subtly different.

Cheers,
Ganesha
 
Speaking of which, I take it that you survived the hurricane well? Sheltered no doubt by a massive insulating wall of research materials.
 
I've been loving the recent updates.

A question though: what is happening to the economy in this TL's 19th Century. Mostly I am wondering if the long depression of 1873-1896 happens - from what you've written so far, it sounds like this TLs 19th Century is more prosperous than ours, or at least experiences more consistent economic growth.

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How much has Christianity spread into the Dahomey and Asante kingdoms? I know that even today, many people in Ghana and that region continue to follow Akanism or related faiths. With the situation there not too much different from OTL, has that changed at all?

There's a lot of syncretism. Christianity is popular among the social elites and within certain clans, and Islam has made inroads as a peasant religion, but at this point, both are veneers over the traditional religion. It's like the joke about Burkina Faso in OTL - "50 percent Christian, 50 percent Muslim and 100 percent animist" - except that the nominal Abrahamic worshipers are still in the minority.

And what is going on in Morocco? I assume it's a French protectorate, as OTL, but given France's somewhat different relationship with its colonial empire, that might be subtly different.

Morocco is more or less the same - a French protectorate except for the Spanish enclave in the north. France treats it as a princely state rather than an integral part of its empire, so the Latin Right doesn't apply there and not many Moroccans have settled in metropolitan France; however, there are many Moroccan itinerant workers in Algeria. Some of those workers are returning home with ideas that make the king uncomfortable; Morocco will have an interesting twentieth century.

Speaking of which, I take it that you survived the hurricane well? Sheltered no doubt by a massive insulating wall of research materials.

We were on the high ground, so we didn't have any flooding or power loss. My neighborhood actually looks like nothing much happened. We both realize how lucky we've been, though, and thanks for asking.

A question though: what is happening to the economy in this TL's 19th Century. Mostly I am wondering if the long depression of 1873-1896 happens - from what you've written so far, it sounds like this TLs 19th Century is more prosperous than ours, or at least experiences more consistent economic growth.

I've been going on the assumption of steady but moderate growth - a drawn Franco-Prussian War means no crippled French economy and (conversely) no German overheating, and the more developed emerging markets in Africa have helped avoid stagnation. By the early 1890s, the major powers are also starting to ramp up war production. There might be a postwar hangover, though, at least in some parts of the world.
 
Interlude: Unter den Linden, 1892

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The coffee was Viennese and disgustingly sweet; the newspaper was black-bordered as it had been for the past three days. Karl stirred his coffee absently and scanned the paper with equal detachment. He knew what would be in the stories: a nation in mourning, the king's funeral cortege, rumors of intrigue within the government. The first he had seen all around him for days now; the second would pass down this very street within the hour; the third, the editors probably knew no more about than he did.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a woman enter the coffee-house. She was small, middle-aged, dressed in black like everyone was: a person utterly unremarkable, except to those who knew her. He laid the newspaper down and waved her over; as she approached, he rose from his seat and pulled out a chair on the opposite side of the table. "Good morning, Mutti," he said, taking her hand and kissing her on the cheek.

A few people nearby heard, and Karl could see the questions written on their faces. His adopted mother might be unremarkable, but he could never be, not in this city. That was one of the few things he liked about Paris: there were whole neighborhoods where an African would never be noticed. Here, though - there were students, and a military cadet or two, but other than a few strays like himself, none of them really lived here. But here he was, on the Unter den Linden, calling a German woman "mother."

There was whispering at the next table, and Karl wondered what they'd say if they knew the whole story. Few people who hadn't been to South-West Africa could imagine the society that had grown up there; Karl himself didn't have a word for it until he'd studied medieval times in school. It was uncanny, how feudal it all was, dressed up in modern clothes: the German ranchers as lords of the manor, the Herero clan-chiefs as bailiffs and knights, the clansmen as men-at-arms and peasants. The Germans had mastered the drylands on a scale the Herero only dreamed of, but they needed the Africans' skills and labor, and they'd bound the Herero to them with oaths of loyalty and bonds of religion. It was far from an equal partnership - Karl knew that now - but in the best cases, the oaths went both ways.

The noble German and the noble savage - a kingdom out of Karl May. And a kingdom where, just as in the medieval romances, a baroness might adopt an orphaned peasant as her own - a peasant who was now eighteen, living in Berlin, and had all but forgotten the birth-name that the chief had given him.

The waiter came over, and Mutti - Susanna Müller, to use the name by which others called her - ordered coffee. Karl pointed to the empty plate in front of him and asked for another Negerkuss, which had perversely become his favorite, and had been so for long enough that Mutti had stopped teasing him about it. They looked out the window and exchanged pleasantries for the few minutes it took the waiter to return, and occupied themselves with coffee for a moment longer.

She took another cautious sip, put her cup down and looked up at him. "You've come from München?" she asked, and he nodded; he'd gone on family business, or so the story went, and the story was mostly true.

"Vati will want to talk to you tonight, after the funeral. How was it?"

"Bad. You've heard about the election?"

Susanna nodded; everyone had. The ultramontanes had been defeated, despite the best effort to rig the districts in their favor, and the pan-German parties had won a majority in the Abgeordnetenhaus. The king had responded in typical fashion, dissolving the legislature and suspending elections indefinitely, but the pan-Germanists hadn't taken it lying down: their elected deputies held daily meetings at the Grossdeutschland sports club, and claimed to be the true government.

"It's worse than that. It's been calm so far, but that won't last long. The king is planning to send the police to storm the sports club. The Grossdeutschlanders will fight, and when that happens, the police will fight each other as much as the opposition.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s no secret in the coffee-houses.” Few people in the German states watched their words around Karl. Their instinct was to view him as a half-savage foreigner who spoke little German, and during his visits to München, he’d done little to disabuse them of that notion. And since Vati had been promoted to the foreign service in Berlin – the promotion that had brought Karl here in the first place – he’d sent Karl there to listen on more than one occasion.

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“What will the army do?”

“Nobody’s certain. The officers are loyal, but it’s hard to tell how many of the soldiers are. And there are many veterans at the Grossdeutschland. I saw at least two with reserve commissions.”

“The papers aren’t telling the half of it, then.”

“They never do.”

“When?”

“It may have started already, and if it hasn’t, I doubt it will be more than another day or two.” He picked up his coffee cup for emphasis. “What will we do?”

Now Susanna looked different: not merely concerned but scared. “I don’t know. Friedrich would have found some way to smooth things over – he was a brave soldier, but he hated war. The new one, though… They say he’ll bring back Bismarck, and that he wants a fight.”

“It isn’t just rumor then?”

“About Bismarck? Your Vati says no. And there’s a purge starting already. The top foreign-service people have already been given notice, and he isn’t sure how long he’ll keep his own job.”

“And with that bastard Leclair rattling his saber…” King Friedrich had been living on borrowed time since he’d had surgery for his throat cancer, but it seemed to Karl like he’d picked the worst possible time to die. Now it would be Wilhelm, taking the throne in the middle of a crisis and spoiling for revenge for the stolen victory against France.

“Do you think he can start a fight, if he wants one?”

“I don’t see how he can’t. Maybe if Friedrich had completed his reforms.”

Karl nodded silently. Prussia was more liberal now, yes: there were protections for the press, and a recalibration of the three-class system, and reformers had been appointed to the ministries and the courts, but although Friedrich had allowed some of the royal powers to lapse, they’d never actually been rescinded. And as president of the confederation – as emperor in all but name these days, now that so many things were under federal control – Wilhelm would have all the north German states’ armies under his command.

An excited buzz spread around the room, and Karl saw people standing: the funeral procession was starting to pass. Outside, the royal hearse was visible past the crowds that thronged the street, and officers in their finery were thick as flies around it. He’d admired their uniforms as a boy; now, he suddenly wondered which regiment he might be fighting in this time next year.

“We’re sending you back to Africa,” Mutti said, as if reading his mind. “After you report to Vati, your bags are packed for Hamburg, and you’ll catch a ship to Swakopmund the day after tomorrow. He’s arranged a captaincy for you in the Schütztruppe.”

Karl looked back at her, stunned. “So soon? And what does it matter if I fight in Africa rather than here?”

“Your father was an observer at Edirne, do you remember? In the Balkan war, before we came to Africa and found you. He saw what happened with the trenches and machine guns. If there’s war with France again, it will be like that again, only worse. In Africa, you’ll have a chance, at least.”

“It will be that bad?” Everyone in the coffee-houses had been talking about war as a glorious adventure – a few cavalry charges at the cowardly French, and home in time for Christmas. Even the young lieutenants strutting in their uniforms had said so. But Karl was not the only one who could listen and see: Vati had taught him, and if Vati said so, it was likely to be true.

Susanna didn’t answer the question directly. “You’ll spend the night at home,” she said, “and leave in the morning.”

He nodded again, still silent, and looked out at the soldiers passing on the boulevard. The Schütztruppe uniforms weren’t as gaudy, but more utilitarian, and in one, he might have a better chance to stay alive. He wondered how long it would be before the tinder was set alight, and how many of those soldiers would perish in the fire.
 
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