Chapter 17 Strength Decides Everything
“We are gentlemen of the civilized world, don’t see things in terms of local caste.” Pamela Mountbatten’s face was odd, this young civil servant, how did he open his mouth like an old man, obviously the world has a lot of good things, the other party is blind to it.
“Every day the two major religions are fighting at arms, and we in Britain did colonize this place, if we leave one day, do we expect the Indians to thank us?” Alan Wilson poofed, “What Britain has done here, we as Britons know exactly.”
The one time British India wanted to establish a more efficient management system was before the Great Indian Uprising. At that time Britain was creating an efficient management system while devouring the native states and eliminating the caste system.
But the caste system was the backbone of Hinduism and eventually several reasons combined to create the Great Indian Uprising. After the Great Indian Uprising, British India also formally appeared. After that, the Governor General of British India formally gave up his previous idea of retaining the Turkish state and living in harmony with the Turkish state, and did not want to take action against the caste system.
Even if Britain sent more colonial officials, they would always have a numerical disadvantage, so the caste system happened to be convenient for their colonial rule, making it easier for them to find out which ethnic groups were the upper class that needed to be drawn in and bribed, and which were the lower class that only needed to be used as cheap labor.
The traditional caste system of limiting individual occupations also made it easier for the British to plan which ethnic groups were to perform which manual labor, and what positions in the colonial government the upper classes, who were to be bribed with favors, were to occupy.
The British Empire did not rule India to give away welfare and spread equality among all people, and their retention of this system of hierarchizing people was essentially of the same nature as categorizing animals in a zoo for ease of captivity.
After a lengthy investigation, British India officially absorbed caste into British Indian law to strengthen it. As for British citizens, they enjoy all the rights and benefits of the higher castes in India, but are not included in any of the castes. Simply put, the benefits all want, but also beyond the caste system.
“Miss, don’t trust any colonial upper class people, they all have an agenda, once we leave, they will incite the lower class to curse us, it is inevitable.” Alan Wilson tapped the desktop one by one with the document bag in his hand, “Don’t look at how peaceful they act it’s all a lie, Nehru is one of the representatives.”
Nehru? Pamela Mountbatten heard the name as if she had heard her mother mention it!
Why hadn’t the Commander-in-Chief of the Southeast Asian Theater returned? Alan Wilson, though already prepared for a career in the civil service, happened to accept a not-so-reliable assignment, the assignment was actually still reliable, and Mountbatten, the man, was a bit unreliable.
“Why don’t I help you give it to my father, you won’t not trust me, will you?” Pamela Mountbatten stretched out her hand and raised it in front of Allen.
“Uh, no, it’s just that it’s a little more reassuring to hand it over yourself. It’s probably a distribution of supplies from British India’s support for the war effort in Burma, and as a matter of principle it shouldn’t be known to politicians of Indian origin.” Alan Wilson wanted to say something, as if he had made up his mind to hand it over to Pamela Mountbatten, “I am not a civil servant of the Viceroy’s Office, and I have to rush to Hyderabad in the next few days, so I will leave it to you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll give it to father myself and never let mother see it.” Pamela Mountbatten tilted her head confidently and said, “You’re too serious, why do you look like someone from MI6?”
Alan Wilson’s body heading for the door gave a slight lurch, but immediately adjusted and left the villa, how’s that for a laugh? He was really, how could he not be in touch with intelligence when he was providing information on Pearl Harbor. Now he was an MI6 informant in addition to being the Hyderabad Commissioner.
“Ms. Pamela, I’m counting on you then.” With a polite request, Alan Wilson brought the door closed from outside.
What dominated the world’s mainstream media positions now was undoubtedly the Yalta Conference, the triumvirate of Churchill, Stalin and Roosevelt, where the post-war order would be formulated under the leaders of the United States, the Soviet Union and the United Kingdom on the premise that the Axis powers were at the end of their tether, which was rife with collusion and rivalry.
De Gaulle, the later French president, once said with unbridled anger that it was a conference to divide the spoils, full of backroom deals. But to Alan Wilson, it was nothing more than the fact that there was no French cake on the spoils table that made him so upset.
Rewind time thirty years, the triumvirate after World War I, is that there is a place for France, Britain and France joined forces to cold-shoulder the United States of America’s President Wilson, so that the United States, which is still a little tender in the international arena, did not get what it wanted.
“Sir Barron, it seems that the Prime Minister has failed to gain President Roosevelt’s understanding on a number of issues.” Mountbatten crossed his legs and looked somewhat somberly at Sir Barron, as well as Viceroy of India Wavell, who was also in the same room, and said ruefully, “Shouldn’t we, Britain and the United States, be on the same side?”
Sir Barron’s face changed slightly, cleared his throat and organized his language, “Commander Mountbatten, politics is a very complex matter, each country has its own different interests, and at this stage when the war is not yet over. The first thing the Prime Minister should ensure is the integrity of the united front, in the process we have to maintain the superficial rapprochement with the Soviets, at least until the defeat of Germany that is, as for the American idea, we also look at this issue from a mature political point of view, and until the war is over, it should not be too harsh.”
Alan Wilson rolled his eyes, Sir Barron used masterful words and seemed to say a lot of things, but in fact did not say anything, in fact, the current U.S.S.R. consistency on many issues can only be explained by one reason, that is, the Americans, but also President Roosevelt, believe that the Soviet Union is more powerful than the United Kingdom, so more listen to the other side’s claims, and the strength of the strength of the decision of everything.
But it is somewhat unspeakable for Sir Barron and the British here to admit that the Soviet Union is more important in the eyes of the Americans.
As to why Alan Wilson had not returned to Hyderabad, but was here, it was a good question, and he wondered about it.
“Actually, we were able to exchange benefits with the Soviet Union no less than the Americans.” Governor Wavell sighed, “But there is a stalemate over Poland and Greece.”
Mountbatten tapped his head, shaking his head unwilling to bother in from this matter, and turned his attention to Alan Wilson, sizing him up, “You’re a bit younger than I thought, no wonder Pamela’s been reading about you, but Alan, my daughter’s still young, she’s only sixteen, and it wasn’t gentlemanly of you to enter my villa privately and stay with her for so long. Of course you’re not so bad for being Commissioner of Hyderabad at twenty-one, only there’s a gap between you and me, and as for appearance? There’s just as much of a gap!”
If he had a gun in his pocket right now, Alan Wilson might consider shooting the narcissist, although the other man was right.