All countries
have heroes. I suppose we all want to have people to look up to: those larger
than life figures who have conquered far away lands or who have won unwinnable
battles at some time, usually in the dim and distant past.
What
happens when objective historical research shines its light on these heroes? In
many cases, in the cruel light of day our heroes turn out to be human beings
and their imperfections are all too obvious.
I remember
when I was a t school in Liverpool in the 60´s I learned how Sir Francis
Drake was a hero who brought riches and
honour to the court of the English queen Elisabeth I. Thirty years later I
visited the maritime museum in Tenerife in the Spanish Canary Islands and found
myself reading an inscription beneath a portrait of the same Sir Francis: “the
English pirate who stole from defenceless traders as they sailed the high seas”.
At what point did my history teacher´s hero become a Spanish museum curator´s
villain?
In Spain
the issue of the civil war which ravaged the country from 1936 – 39 is still
very much alive. In recent years
numerous statues have been demolished or removed to hidden destinations and
street names have been changed to respect current sense of right and wrong.
In
Liverpool, England, there has been a vigorous debate about a proposal to
re-name streets which were originally named after respected civic leaders who
later were regarded as pariahs because they made their fortunes on the misery
of their fellow humans who were bought and sold in the most miserable
conditions and called slaves as they passed through the port of Liverpool as
merchandise in much the same way as bales of cotton and sacks of corn. Some
said we should take down the street signs bearing the names of the slave
traders, as if re-naming the streets we all know and have walked along would
somehow right a dreadful wrong in the city´s history.
Last
weekend I was in the Dutch port city of Hoorn and I saw yet another example of
the Dutch ability to put things in perspective. In the town square of Hoorn
there is a monument to one its sons and heroes: Jan Pieterszoon Coen, born
there in 1587. He was a founder of the incredibly successful and world-defining
Dutch East India Company (VOC), which not only inspired the English to copy their
working model, but opened trade routes which were previously unimaginable. At
first sight Pieter
szoon Coen must be an indisputable hero, a model for all wannabe entrepreneurs who have never had it so good.
szoon Coen must be an indisputable hero, a model for all wannabe entrepreneurs who have never had it so good.
But take a look at the inscription on the plinth of his statue
and you see that there is a more complex story: the fortune which Pieterszoon
Coen made for his investors was not without cost, and the price was paid by the
human beings who inhabited the lands he decided were targets for his trade
empire, among them were those who were murdered or deported from their own land
for contravening his instructions.
So what do
the sensible Dutch do? They do not tear down his statue and hide it in a
municipal warehouse, neither do they change the name. Their practical, sensible
solution is to maintain the statue in situ and to add a plaque in Dutch and English
which explains the facts: that on the one hand here is a local hero and on the
other hand a human being who was responsible for the terrible suffering of fellow
human beings.
Thanks to
the good citizens of Hoorn in the Netherlands who have given us all a lesson in
how to treat our heroes: undoubtedly persons who have achieved great things,
and who in some cases have achieved greatness at the cost of their fellow human
beings.
By the way,
Pieterszoon Coen died in 1629 in the city which he called Batavia, now known as
Jakarta, half a world away from the picturesque port of Hoorn.
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