Published Originally by theGuardian. June 3, 2015.
Culled from “Spectacle: The Astonishing Life Ota Benga”.
Culled from “Spectacle: The Astonishing Life Ota Benga”.
By: Pamela Newkirk
The
black clergymen who had been summoned to Harlem’s Mount Olivet Baptist Church
for an emergency meeting on the morning of Monday 10 September 1906, arrived in
a state of outrage. A day earlier, the New York Times had reported that a young
African man – a so-called “pygmy” – had been put on display in the monkey house
of the city’s largest zoo. Under the headline “Bushman Shares a Cage With Bronx
Park Apes”, the paper reported that crowds of up to 500 people at a time had
gathered around the cage to gawk at the diminutive Ota Benga – just under 5ft
tall, weighing 103lb – while he preoccupied himself with a pet parrot, deftly
shot his bow and arrow, or wove a mat and hammock from bundles of twine placed
in the cage. Children giggled and hooted with delight while adults laughed,
many uneasily, at the sight.
In anticipation of larger crowds after the
publicity in the New York Times, Benga was moved from a smaller chimpanzee cage
to one far larger, to make him more visible to spectators. He was also joined
by an orangutan called Dohang. While crowds massed to leer at him, the boyish
Benga, who was said to be 23 but appeared far younger, sat silently on a stool,
staring – sometimes glaring – through the bars.
The exhibition of a visibly shaken African
with apes in the New York Zoological Gardens, four decades after the end of
slavery in America, would highlight the precarious status of black people in
the nation’s imperial city. It pitted the “coloured” ministers, and a few elite
allies, against a wall of white indifference, as New York’s newspapers,
scientists, public officials, and ordinary citizens revelled in the spectacle.
By the end of September, more than 220,000 people had visited the zoo – twice
as many as the same month one year earlier. Nearly all of them headed directly
to the primate house to see Ota Benga.
His captivity garnered national and global
headlines – most of them inured to his plight. For the clergymen, the sight of
one of their own housed with monkeys was startling evidence that in the eyes of
their fellow Americans, their lives didn’t matter.
The New York Times report about Ota Benga on 9
September, 1906. Photograph: The New York Times
On that Monday afternoon, a small group of
ministers, led by the Reverend James H Gordon – then hailed by the Brooklyn
Eagle as “one of the most eloquent Negroes in the country” – boarded a train to
the zoological gardens, better known as the Bronx Zoo. At the gleaming white
beaux-arts-style primate house, they spotted Ota Benga ambling within a cage,
in the company of Dohang, the orangutan. A sign outside the cage read:
The African Pygmy, Ota
Benga
Age, 23 years. Height, 4
feet 11 inches.
Weight 103 pound. Brought
from the Kasai River,
Congo Free State, South
Central Africa,
By Dr Samuel P Verner.
Exhibited each afternoon
during September
The ministers’ attempts to communicate with
Ota Benga failed but his palpable sadness and the sign stoked their
indignation. “We are frank enough to say we do not like this exhibition of one
of our own race with the monkeys,” Gordon fumed. “Our race, we think, is depressed
enough, without exhibiting one of us with apes. We think we are worthy of being
considered human beings, with souls.”
William Temple Hornaday, the zoo’s founding
director and curator, defended the exhibition on the grounds of science. “I am
giving the exhibition purely as an ethnological exhibit,” he said. The display,
he insisted, was in keeping with the practice of “human exhibitions” of
Africans in Europe, breezily evoking the continent’s indisputable status as the
world’s paragon of culture and civilisation.
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Unrepentant, Hornaday declared that the show
would go on just as the sign said, “each afternoon during September” or until
he was ordered to stop it by the Zoological Society. But Hornaday was not some
rogue operator. As the nation’s foremost zoologist – and a close acquaintance
of President Theodore Roosevelt – Hornaday had the full backing of two of the
most influential members of the Zoological Society, both prominent figures in
the city’s establishment. The first, Henry Fairfield Osborn, had played a lead
role in the founding of the zoo and was one of the era’s most noted
paleontologists. (He would later achieve fame for naming Tyrannosaurus rex.)
The second, Madison Grant, was the secretary of the Zoological Society and a
high-society lawyer from a prominent New York family. Grant had personally
helped negotiate the arrangement to take Ota Benga.
The clergymen had no success at the zoo, and
left the park vowing to take up the matter the next day with the city’s mayor.
But their complaint did catch the attention of the New York Times, whose
editors were dismayed that anyone might protest against the display.
“We do not quite understand all the emotion
which others are expressing in the matter,” the paper said in an unsigned
editorial. “Ota Benga, according to our information, is a normal specimen of
his race or tribe, with a brain as much developed as are those of its other
members. Whether they are held to be illustrations of arrested development, and
really closer to the anthropoid apes than the other African savages, or whether
they are viewed as the degenerate descendants of ordinary negroes, they are of
equal interest to the student of ethnology, and can be studied with profit.”
The editorial said it was absurd to imagine
Benga’s suffering or humiliation. “Pygmies,” it continued, “are very low in the
human scale, and the suggestion that Benga should be in a school instead of a
cage ignores the high probability that school would be a place of torture to
him … The idea that men are all much alike except as they have had or lacked
opportunities for getting an education of books is now far out of date.”
A portrait of Ota Benga taken
in Congo. His sharp teeth were the result of tooth chipping, a practice that
was popular among young men. Photograph: American Museum of Natural History
In the sober opinion of
progressive men of science, Benga’s exhibition on the hallowed
grounds of the New York Zoological Gardens was not mere entertainment – it was
educational. They believed Benga belonged to an inferior species; putting him
on display in the zoo promoted the highest ideals of modern civilisation. This
view had, after all, been espoused by generations of leading intellectuals.Louis Agassiz, the Harvard professor of
geology and zoology, who at the time of his death in 1873 was arguably
America’s most venerated scientist, had insisted for more than two decades that
blacks were a separate species, a “degraded and degenerate race”.
Two years before Ota Benga arrived in New
York, Daniel Brinton, a professor of linguistics and archaeology at the
University of Pennsylvania, had used his farewell address as president of the
American Association for the Advancement of Science to attack claims that
education and opportunity accounted for varying levels of achievement among the
races. “The black, the brown, and the red races differ anatomically so much
from the white, especially in their splanchnic organs, that even with equal
cerebral capacity they never could rival its results by equal efforts,” he
said.
The dominant force of these ideas – embedded
in science, history, government policies, and popular culture – would render
Benga’s discomfort and humiliation in a monkey-house cage incomprehensible to
the vast majority of those who witnessed it.
That it could have occurred in America’s most
cosmopolitan city in the 20th century would seem enough cause for astonishment.
But what appears on the surface to be a saga of one man’s degradation – a
shameful spectacle – is, on closer inspection, the story of an era, of science,
of elite men and institutions, and of racial ideologies that still endure
today. Worse yet, Benga left no written account of his own life – and others
have since filled the gap with denials, conspiratorial silence, half-truths,
and even flagrant deception. But it is possible to return to the archives – to
letters, anthropological field notes, and contemporaneous accounts – and to
reconstruct the real circumstances by which Ota Benga, before the age of
adulthood, was stolen from his home in central Africa and brought to New York
City for the amusement, and education, of its residents.
Samuel P Verner, the self-styled African
explorer who took Benga from Congo, told a New York Times reporter that neither
he nor the park would profit from the exhibition. “The public,” he insisted,
“is the only beneficiary.” Verner further claimed that Benga was there of his
own volition: “He is absolutely free … The only restriction that is put upon
him is to prevent him from getting away from the keepers. That is done for his
own safety.
“If Ota Benga is in a cage,” he reasoned, “he
is only there to look after the animals. If there is a notice on the cage, it
is only put there to avoid answering the many questions that are asked about
him.” Verner said that he regretted if any feelings had been hurt – but his
only concession was to assure the reporter, in an apparent nod to Christian
sensitivities, that care would be taken not to exhibit Benga on Sundays.
Hornaday was so pleased by the attendance
figures at the zoo that he quietly began making plans to keep Benga on display
through the autumn, and possibly until the following spring. For his part, he
told reporters that Benga had been put in the primate house “because that’s the
most comfortable place we could find for him”. In response to such claims,
Reverend Gordon publicly offered to house Benga at his own orphanage for black
children. But he would first have to secure Benga’s release.
Photograph: Anne Spencer House and Garden Museum
On Wednesday morning, the ministers headed to
city hall to meet New York’s erudite mayor, George Brinton McClellan, who also
served as an ex-officio member of the Zoological Society. The clergymen had
planned to appeal for Benga’s immediate release, but they did not get past the
reception area; the mayor’s secretary said he was too busy to meet them.
“Certainly the mayor, the executive head of
the city, may put a stop to an indecent exhibit,” Gordon complained to a
reporter. The ministers were told to see Madison Reverend James Gordon led the
protests against
Ota Benga’s exhibition and captivity in the monkey house.
Grant, the secretary of the
Zoological Society, but at his Wall Street law office, he was similarly
unhelpful. He told them that Benga would be at the zoo for only a short time,
and that Verner would soon take him to Europe.
When Gordon returned to the zoo that
afternoon, he found Benga, with a guinea pig, in a cage surrounded by several
hundred spectators. “The crowd seemed to annoy the dwarf,” the New York Times
reported in an article published the following day. By this point, Gordon had
sought the assistance of Wilford H Smith, who had recently been the first black
lawyer to successfully argue a case before the US supreme court. After
consulting with the city’s attorney, Smith agreed to appeal to a court for
Benga’s release – and John Henry E Millholland, a wealthy white New Yorker who
had founded the Constitution League to protest against the disenfranchisement
of blacks in the south, agreed to finance the case.
The combination of Smith’s stature,
Milholland’s financial backing, and the threat of a lawsuit undoubtedly got the
attention of the Zoological Society’s officials. Hornaday’s response, however,
was minimal: on the advice of Osborn, he quietly removed the sign outside
Benga’s cage. But spectators continued to flock to the monkey house, hoping to
steal a glimpse of the “pygmy”.
The story of Ota Benga’s
captivity at the Bronx Zoo began in 1903, when Verner – an avowed
white supremacist from a prominent South Carolina family – heard about plans
for the 1904 World’s Fair in St Louis. The fair’s organisers hoped to celebrate
American imperialism, and map human progress “from the dark prime to the
highest enlightenment, from savagery to civic organisation, from egoism to
altruism”. William John McGee – the president of the newly formed American
Anthropological Association, who had been hired to head the fair’s ethnology
department – issued a call for African “pygmies”, who were believed to
represent the lowest rung on the evolutionary scale.
Verner wrote to McGee to offer his services.
Four years earlier, Verner had brought a large collection of ethnological
material to the Smithsonian Museum – as well as two boys from the “Batetela
cannibal tribe”, whom Verner had taken from Congo and offered to the museum as
models. (Neither ever returned home.) Since then, Verner told McGee, he had written
extensively on scientific matters in Africa, noting his articles on “pygmies”
published in the Spectator and the Atlantic Monthly. Verner added that he was a
personal friend of the Belgian king, Leopold II, who controlled Congo Free
State, and had promised any assistance required in the “diplomatic mission”.
In a deal finalised in October 1903, Verner
was commissioned as a “special agent” by the Louisiana Purchase Exposition
Company, charged with conducting an expedition into the African interior to obtain
anthropological material and offer “certain natives the opportunity of
attending the Exposition in person”. The exacting list called for the retrieval
from Congo of “one pygmy patriarch or chief. One adult woman, preferably his
wife. Two infants, of women in the expedition,” and “four more pygmies,
preferably adult but young, but including a priestess and a priest, or medicine
doctors, preferably old.”
McGee stipulated that Verner must secure the
voluntary attendance of the delegation and return them safely to their homes
and obtain all permissions and the support of King Leopold II. A total of
$8,500 was allocated, including $500 for Verner’s compensation and an
additional $1,500 set aside for unforeseen contingencies. Verner proposed
taking a navy warship or gunboat to Congo to “greatly lighten enferences” – a
proposition that apparently failed to alarm the fair’s officials. Instead, he
received official letters of recommendation signed by McGee as president of the
American Anthropological Association and acting president of the National
Geographic Society. For good measure, Verner secured a letter addressed to
Leopold from John Hay, the US secretary of state.
In late November 1903, Special Agent Verner
set sail from New York harbour. By early December, he had arrived in London –
just as the British consul Roger Casement was returning to the city to file his
report investigating atrocities against Congo natives. Verner had stopped to
outfit himself with tropical and hunting equipment: he would ship at least 80
cases of supplies – including rifles and ammunition – to Congo.
En route to Africa, Verner wrote to McGee to
announce that King Leopold was “so much interested” that he would attend the
fair himself, and assured McGee that the cooperation of the so-called pygmies
was even more likely now that he had acquired “a more considerable equipment
than I at first contemplated,” an apparent reference to the military supplies
he had purchased in London. Verner reiterated that he had, in a previous letter
to McGee, “covered the ground of what I thought wise in the event of a
non-assent of the pygmies”; however, that letter has not been located.
McGee replied: “As you are now placed, you are
a law unto yourself and I have implicit confidence in the competence of the
court.” The letter implicitly sanctioned whatever was necessary for Verner to
do to carry out his mission.
A week later, Verner reported his first
triumph. “The first pygmy has been secured!” he exclaimed on March 20 1904, the
day Ota Benga’s life would radically change. Verner told McGee that Ota Benga
was obtained from a village where he had been held captive, at a remote site in
the forest “twelve days march from any white settlement”. And while it is
possible that Verner went alone into a remote location in search of his prey,
the area, Bassongo, was the site of a well-known slave market and government
post where human trafficking was pervasive.
Later, retelling the tale of Benga’s capture
in a Harper’s Weekly article, Verner said that when he found Benga, he was held
captive by the Bashilele, who he claimed were cannibals. “He was delighted to
come with us,” wrote Verner, “for he was many miles from his people, and the
Bashilele were not easy masters.”
Samuel
P Verner took Benga captive in Congo and brought him back to the United States.
Photograph: University of South Carolina.
However, he told the Columbus Dispatch that he
was waiting for a ship to come in when he ventured a short distance and spotted
Ota Benga, along with a few members of his tribe. In this contradictory
retelling, he said he made arrangements with a chief to take Benga with him.
“He was willing and even anxious to go with me, for the memory of his awful
escape from the hungry cannibals had not been forgotten by him.”
In yet another account, he wrote that Benga
had been captured in war by enemies of his tribe who were in turn defeated by
government troops, who then held Benga. Benga elected to travel with Verner on
learning that he “wanted to employ pygmies”.
The circumstances of their encounter would
continue to change in the telling over the years. The only consistent themes
were the alleged threat of cannibals and Verner’s role as Benga’s saviour. But
even without knowing the specific details of their meeting, we can safely
assume that Benga was hunted down by Verner.
The British consul Roger Casement’s recent
inquiry in Congo had confirmed many earlier reports of mass atrocities under
Leopold’s rule, including widespread enslavement, murder, and mutilation. Men
came to Casement with missing hands, as the African American missionary William
Sheppard and others had previously documented. Some claimed that they had been
castrated or otherwise mutilated by government soldiers and sometimes by white
state officials. The widespread and wanton practice of mutilation “is amply
proved by the Kodak”, said Casement who submitted photographs of at least two
dozen mutilated victims. Most observers during this period noted the common
sight of Congolese chained by their necks and forced to work for the state.
While Benga’s personal experience in Congo was not recorded, the incursions
deeper into the forest for rubber and ivory would, for his forest-dwelling
people, mean greater exposure and vulnerability to state abuses.
Casement’s report was submitted to the British
crown around the time Benga and Verner met. The report brought overnight fame
to Casement, and international scrutiny to Leopold, who set up a commission
comprising a Swiss jurist, a Belgian appellate judge, and a Belgian baron, to
investigate the allegations. But none of the revelations would spare Benga who
was now securely in Verner’s net. After obtaining Benga, Verner advised McGee
to send a statement to the prominent daily, weekly, and monthly publications to
spread the news of his expedition.
On 21 March, Verner wrote to McGee to report
that he, accompanied by a state official “of eminence and responsibility”, had
descended on a village. They obtained another “pygmy” who had been temporarily
placed in a local mission.
McGee praised Verner’s efforts. “The more I
have reflected on the distances and other difficulties you have had to
overcome, the more have I been impressed with the clearness of your foresight
and the soundness of your plans,” he wrote.
McGee reported that plans for the fair were
proceeding well. The University of Chicago’s Professor Frederick Starr had
arrived with nine indigenous Ainu people from Japan. The Patagonians were on a
boat from Liverpool, and 300 natives “including Igorottes and Negrito pygmies”
had arrived the preceding Monday. Four hundred more were en route from San
Francisco. But the African “pygmies” – a term once associated with monkeys –
were to be the signal attraction, and with the fair a month away and Verner a
month behind his deadline, McGee cared only that Verner complete his mission
successfully. “I make but a single plea,” McGee wrote, “get the Pygmies.” To
that Verner responded: “We are not going to fail unless death comes.”
In April, Verner wrote to McGee to report
hostilities between state troops and the Congolese people that had compounded
the difficulties he was having persuading any forest dwellers to return with
him. Verner later recalled that the old men shook their heads gravely, the
women howled through the night, and the medicine men “violently opposed” his
scheme to take some of their people to America. Yet Verner claims he changed
their minds by simply supplying salt – which traders and company officials paid
the Congolese for their goods and which Verner claimed was more valuable than
gold. Somehow, the armed and determined Verner won over a boy he called
Malengu, then another called Lanunu, then Shumbu and Bomushubba. He later said
more than 20 males in all promised to accompany him, but more than half of them
“subsequently gave way to their fears”. Most of the “Batwa” ran away “but we
succeeded in keeping some to their promise.”
On the morning of 11 May, Verner, accompanied
by Ota Benga and a band of eight other young males of undetermined ages, boarded
a steamer for the long journey down the Kasai River to Leopoldville and the
mouth of the Congo. The delegation arrived in New Orleans on 25 June. According
to the ship’s passenger list, the youngest boy, Bomushubba, was only 12,
followed by Lumbaugu, who was said to be 14. “Otabenga” – the name Verner used
privately with Benga – was said to be 17 – significantly younger than Verner
would later claim.
Although the delegation had arrived nearly two
months late and fell far short of the goal – not one woman, infant, or elderly
medicine man was among them – Verner’s African visitors were giddily greeted in
St Louis.
“African Pygmies for the World’s Fair” was the
headline in the St Louis Post-Dispatch on 26 June. Soon, the newspapers would
mock the exhibited Africans with one offensive headline after another: “Pygmies
Demand a Monkey Diet: Gentlemen from South Africa at the Fair Likely to Prove
Troublesome in Matter of Food” and “Pygmies Scorn Cash; Demand Watermelons”.
Verner himself did not arrive in St Louis with
his coveted acquisitions. Instead, he disembarked in New Orleans on a stretcher
and was transported to a sanatorium. Some people suspected sunstroke. Casement,
who happened to be on the same ship heading to America, observed that many
thought Verner was “cracked”.
Samuel P Verner with two boys
from the Batetela tribe in Congo in 1902 Photograph: Doubleday
McGee dispatched someone to escort Benga and
Verner’s other captured “pygmies” from New Orleans to St Louis. A short time
later, Verner was back on the scene, writing articles about his adventures in
Congo. In one account, beneath the headline: “An Untold Chapter of My
Adventures While Hunting Pygmies in Africa,” a large portrait of a triumphant
Verner, wearing a suit and bow tie, appears alongside pictures of his captives,
including Benga, whom he claimed to have obtained for $5 worth of goods.
In another published in the St. Louis Post
Dispatch, he claimed Ota Benga was a cannibal – “the only genuine cannibal in
America today”. On the fairgrounds the delegation was pinched, prodded and
poked while their pet parrots and monkeys were taunted and burned with cigars.
As the temperatures dropped, they were also subjected to the frigid fairgrounds
without adequate clothing or shelter. Behind the scenes, they were measured,
photographed and plaster casts were taken for busts.
Now, two years later, having
been deposited by Verner in New York, Benga was once again subjected to the
raucous clamour of spectators and a callous disregard for his humanity.
Hornaday, ever the showman, eagerly fielded requests for photographs and
interviews from around the US and the world.
On Thursday 13 September, the New York Times
published a letter written by one Dr MS Gabriel, who said he had seen Benga at
the zoo and found the objections to the exhibit “absurd”. While the ministers
protested about Benga’s presence in a cage, it was, on the contrary, “a vast
room, a sort of balcony in the open air”, which allowed visitors to observe the
African guest “while breathing the fresh air”.
Benga’s childlike ways and broken English were
pleasing, Gabriel continued, “and the visitors find him the best of good
fellows”. It was a pity, he said, that Hornaday did not give lectures related
to such exhibits. “This would emphasise the scientific character of the
service, enhance immeasurably the usefulness of the Zoological Park to our
public in general, and help our clergymen to familiarise themselves with the scientific
point of view so absolutely foreign to many of them.”
Hornaday saved the clippings and proudly
shared them with his friend, the paleontologist Osborn.
“The enclosed clippings are excellent,” Osborn
replied. “Benga is certainly making his way successfully as a sensation.”
By Sunday 16 September, a week after his
debut, Benga was no longer in the cage, but roamed the park under the watchful
eye of park rangers. That day a record 40,000 people visited the zoo. Wherever
Benga went, hordes followed in hot pursuit. The rowdy crowd chased Benga, and
when he was cornered, some people poked him in the ribs or tripped him, while
others merely laughed at the sight of a frightened “pygmy”. In self-defence,
Benga struck several visitors, and it took three men to get him back to the
monkey house.
Hornaday wrote to Verner on Monday 17
September, to complain. “I regret to say that Ota Benga has become quite
unmanageable,” he said. “He has been so fully exploited in the newspapers, and
so much in the public eye, it is quite inadvisable for us to punish him; for
should we do so, we would immediately be accused of cruelty, coercion, etc.,
etc. I am sure you will appreciate this point.”
Hornaday complained that “the boy does quite
as he pleases, and it is utterly impossible to control him”. He expressed
dismay that Benga threatened to bite the keepers whenever they tried to bring
him back to the monkey house.Hornaday’s star attraction was turning into a
liability. “I see no way out of the dilemma,” he wrote, “but for him to be
taken away.”
That Friday, a crowd invaded the park and
pursued Benga as he walked through the woods. Across the country, newspaper
headlines revelled in Benga’s plight. The Chicago Tribune joined the banter
under the headline: “Tiny Savage Sees New York; Sneers”. Three thousand miles
away, the Los Angeles Times covered the sensation on Sunday 23 September, under
the headline: “Genuine Pigymy Is Ota Banga: Can Talk with Orangoutang in New
York.”
William
Temple Hornaday, the zoologist and founding director of Bronx Zoo, where Ota
Benga was exhibited. Photograph: Wildlife Conservation Society
Another self-described “African explorer”,
John F Vane-Tempest, published an article in the New York Times, disputing the
zoo’s classification of Benga as a “pygmy”. Under the headline “What Is Ota
Benga?” Vane-Tempest said that on the basis of his experience, Benga was
actually a southern African Hottentot, and claimed to have conducted a
conversation with Benga “in the tongue of the Hottentots”. According to
Vane-Tempest, Benga had professed great satisfaction with his captivity. “He
liked the white man’s country, where he was treated as a King, had a cozy room,
a splendid room in a palace full of monkeys, and enjoyed all the comforts of
home except a few wives.” This preposterous account was nevertheless presented
as a straightforward news story.
In this midst of this free-for-all, Reverend
Matthew Gilbert, of Mount Olivet Baptist Church, wrote to the New York Times to
report that the spectacle of Benga’s captivity had ignited the outrage of
African-Americans across the US. “Only prejudice against the negro race made
such a thing possible in this country,” Gilbert said. “I have had occasion to
travel abroad, and I am confident that such a thing would not have been
tolerated a day in any other civilised country.”
He enclosed a sober statement from a committee
of the Ministers’ Union of Charlotte, North Carolina, that read: “We regard the
actors or authorities in this most reprehensible conduct as offering an
unpardonable insult to humanity, and especially to the religion of our Lord
Jesus Christ.”
But others were not so sure. The Minneapolis
Journal published a photograph of Benga holding a monkey, and claimed, “He is
about as near an approach to the missing link as any human species yet found.”
On 26 September, with protests mounting, the
city controller’s office sent an official to investigate a report that the
zookeepers were accepting payments to permit visitors to enter Benga’s sleeping
quarters. The unnamed inspector visited Benga, whom he found clad in a khaki
suit and a soft gray cap. He noted Benga’s “boyish appearance” and described
him as an African native who park visitors believed was “some sort of a wild
man who can understand monkey talk.” He concluded: “Without attempting to discuss
the intellectual accomplishments or demerits of the gentleman, it may be stated
that to the unscientific mind this native of Darkest Africa does not materially
differ in outward appearance at least from some of the natives of darkest New
York.” He also was sceptical about claims that Benga’s intellect was stunted
and that he could understand the chattering monkeys. He said that he would be
more convinced of Benga’s arrested development if Benga did not speak some
English, and said that if Benga could understand the monkeys, “he kept the
secret well to himself.”
The tide had begun to turn against Hornaday
and the zoo. Heated objections had begun to appear even in the pages of the New
York Times. Even worse, Benga was now mounting increased resistance. When handlers
tried to return him to the cage, he would bite, kick and fight his way free. On
at least one occasion he threatened caretakers with a knife he had somehow got
hold of. Hornaday was also unsettled by the unruly mobs that chased and taunted
Ota Benga. Exasperated, Hornaday attempted to reach Verner, who had
inexplicably left the city. “The boy must either leave here immediately or be
confined, Hornaday said in a letter to Verner. “Without you, he is a very
unruly savage.”
But as much as much as he wished to unload
Benga, Hornaday refused to release him to Gordon’s orphanage unless Gordon
promised to return him to Verner upon his return to New York. Gordon would not
agree.
In the meantime, controversy swirled around
the zoo as protests picked up steam around the country. Even white southerners
leapt at the opportunity to mock New Yorkers for the unseemly display – “A
Northern Outrage,” in the words of one Louisiana newspaper, which added: “Yes,
in the sacred city of New York where almost daily mobs find exciting sport in
chasing negroes through the streets without much being said about it.”
Finally, on the afternoon of Friday 28
September, 20 days after he first went on display – Benga quietly left the zoo,
escorted by the man who had captured him. His departure would be as calm and
contained as his debut was frenetic and flamboyant. Apparently no reporters
were alerted to witness Benga’s farewell. He was taken to the Howard Coloured
Orphan Asylum, in Brooklyn’s Weeksville neighbourhood – the finely appointed
orphanage run by Gordon, in the city’s largest and most affluent
African-American community.
“He looks like a rather dwarfed colored boy of
unusual amiability and curiosity,” Gordon said. “Now our plan is this: We are
going to treat him as a visitor. We have given him a room to himself, where he
can smoke if he chooses.” Gordon said Benga had already learned a surprising
number of English words and would soon be able to express himself.
“This,” he asserted, “will be the beginning of
his education.”
* * *
In January 1910, Ota
Benga was sent to Lynchburg, Virginia – a city of nearly 30,000 people,
with electric streetcars, sumptuous mansions, sycamore trees and soaring hills.
As Gordon had promised when Benga first came into his care, he was sent to the
Lynchburg Theological Seminary and College, a school noted for its all-black
faculty and staff, which prided itself on its fierce autonomy from the white
American Baptist Home Mission. At the time, many white patrons of black
education insisted that blacks only receive an industrial education, but
Lynchburg Theological continued to offer its students liberal arts courses.
Benga lived in a rambling yellow house across
the road from the school with Mary Hayes Allen, the widow of the former
president of the seminary, and her seven children. Benga, usually barefoot,
often led a band of neighborhood boys to the forest to teach them the ways of a
hunter: how to make bows from vines, hunt wild turkeys and squirrels, and trap
small animals. In his scrappy English, Benga often regaled the boys with
stories of his adventures hunting elephants – “Big, big”, he would say, with
outstretched arms – and recounted how he celebrated a kill with a triumphant
hunting song.
In Benga they found an open and patient
teacher, and a companion who uninhibitedly relived memories of a lost and
longed-for life. Benga, in turn, had found a surrogate home and family, and
would learn their customs and the contours of their binding blackness. In their
sermons and spirituals, he surely recognised a familiar sorrow.
Still, they did not know the piercing rupture
of captivity – the eternity of alienation that many of their forebears had
known, which Benga himself now knew. While they were burdened and disdained in
America, it was the land they had tilled and spilled blood on, the land where
they created life and buried their dead. For all the rejection, they were home.
Benga had only memories, and no one but he
could know what form they took. Was his sleep troubled by nightmares of being
stalked by mobs, or being caged? Was he haunted by visions of murdered loved
ones, or of starving, tortured, and chained Congolese?
Some nights, beneath a star-speckled sky, the
boys recalled, they would watch Benga build a fire, and dance and sing around
it. They were enraptured as he circled the flames, hopping and singing as if
they were not there. They were no older than 10, too young to grasp the
poignancy of the ancient ritual.
But as he, and they, grew older, something
changed. By 1916, Benga had lost interest in their excursions to hunt and fish,
and no longer seemed so eager a friend to the neighbourhood children. Many had
noticed his darkening disposition, his all-consuming longing to go home. For
hours he would sit alone in silence under a tree. Some of his young companions
would recall, decades later, a song he used to sing, which he had learned at
the Theological Seminary: “I believe I’ll go home / Lordy, won’t you help me.”
In the late afternoon of 19 March 1916, the
boys watched as Benga gathered wood to build a fire in the field. As the fire
rose to a brilliant flame, Benga danced around it while chanting and moaning.
The boys had seen his ritual before, but this time they detected a profound
sorrow: he seemed eerily distant, as vacant as a ghost.
That night, as they slept, Ota Benga stole
into a battered grey shed across the road from his home. Before daybreak, he
picked up a gun that he had hidden there, and fired a single bullet through his
own heart.
In the harrowing stillness, he was free.
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