The First Day in Pretoria

I had expected some one on behalf of Dada Abdulla’s attorney to meet me at Pretoria station. I knew that no Indian would be there to receive me, since I had particularly promised not to put up at an Indian house. But the attorney had sent no one. I understood later that as I had arrived on a Sunday, he could not have sent any one without inconvenience. I was perplexed, and wondered where to go, as I feared that no hotel would accept me.

I had expected someone representing Dada Abdulla’s attorney to meet me at Pretoria station. I knew no Indian would be there to meet me, because I had specifically promised not to stay at an Indian home. But the attorney had sent no one. I later learned that, because I had arrived on a Sunday, sending someone would have been inconvenient for him. I was puzzled and wondered where to go, as I feared no hotel would accept me.

Pretoria station in 1893 was quite different from what it was in 1914. The lights were burning dimly. The travellers were few. I let all the other passengers go, and thought, that as soon as the ticket collector was fairly free, I would hand him my ticket and ask him if he could direct me to some small hotel or any other such place where I might go; otherwise I would spend the night at the station. I must confess I shrank from asking him even this, for I was afraid of being insulted.

Pretoria station in 1893 was quite different from what it was in 1914. The lights were dim. There were few travelers. I let all the other passengers go first. I planned to wait until the ticket collector was free, then hand him my ticket. I would ask him to direct me to a small hotel or a similar place where I could stay. Otherwise, I would spend the night at the station. I must admit I hesitated even to ask him this, because I was afraid of being insulted.

The station became clear of all passengers. I gave my ticket to the ticket collector and began my inquiries. He replied to me courteously, but I saw that he could not be of any considerable help. But an American Negro who was standing near by broke into the conversation.

All the passengers had left the station. I gave my ticket to the ticket collector and began asking questions. He answered politely, but I could see that he could not be much help. But an African American man standing nearby joined the conversation.

‘I see,’ said he, ‘that you are an utter stranger here, without any friends. If you will come with me, I will take you to a small hotel, of which the proprietor is an American who is very well known to me. I think he will accept you.’

‘I see,’ he said, ‘that you are a complete stranger here and have no friends. If you come with me, I will take you to a small hotel. Its owner is an American I know very well. I think he will take you in.’

I had my own doubts about the offer, but I thanked him and accepted his suggestion. He took me to Johnston’s Family Hotel. He drew Mr. Johnston aside to speak to him, and the latter agreed to accommodate me for the night, on condition that I should have my dinner served in my room.

I had doubts about the offer, but I thanked him and accepted his suggestion. He took me to Johnston’s Family Hotel. He took Mr. Johnston aside to speak with him. Mr. Johnston agreed to let me stay for the night, on condition that I eat dinner in my room.

‘I assure you,’ said he, that I have no colour prejudice. But I have only European custom, and if I allowed you to eat in the dining room, my guests might be offended and even go away.’

‘I assure you,’ he said, ‘I have no prejudice against people because of their colour. But all my customers are European. If I let you eat in the dining room, my guests might be offended and even leave.’

‘Thank you,’ said I, even for accommodating me for the night. I am now more or less acquainted with the conditions here, and I understand your difficulty. I do not mind your serving the dinner in my room. I hope to be able to make some other arrangement tomorrow.’

‘Thank you,’ I said, ‘even for letting me stay the night. I now know more or less what conditions are like here, and I understand your difficulty. I do not mind having dinner served in my room. I hope to make another arrangement tomorrow.’

I was shown into a room, where I now sat waiting for the dinner, and musing, as I was quite alone. There were not many guests in the hotel, and I had expected the waiter to come very shortly with the dinner. Instead Mr. Johnston appeared. He said: ‘I was ashamed of having asked you to have your dinner here. So I spoke to the other guests about you, and asked them if they would mind your having your dinner in the dining-room. They said they had no objection, and that they did not mind your staying here as long as you liked. Please, therefore, come to the diningroom, if you will, and stay here as long as you wish.’

I was shown into a room, where I sat alone, waiting for dinner and thinking. There were not many guests at the hotel, and I expected the waiter to bring dinner soon. Instead, Mr. Johnston appeared. He said: ‘I was ashamed that I had asked you to have dinner here. So I spoke to the other guests about you. I asked whether they would mind your having dinner in the dining room. They said they had no objection and did not mind your staying here as long as you liked. So please come to the dining room, if you wish, and stay here as long as you like.’

I thanked him again, went to the dining-room and had a hearty dinner.

I thanked him again, went to the dining room, and ate a hearty dinner.

Next morning I called on the attorney, Mr. A. W. Baker. Abdulla Sheth had given me some description of him, so his cordial reception did not surprise me. He received me very warmly and made kind inquiries. I explained all about myself. Thereupon he said: ‘We have no work for you here as barrister, for we have engaged the best counsel. The case is a prolonged and complicated one, so I shall take your assistance only to the extent of getting necessary information. And of course you will make communication with my client easy for me, as I shall now ask for all the information I want from him through you. That is certainly an advantage. I have not yet found rooms for you. I thought I had better do SO after having seen you. There is a fearful amount of colour prejudice here, and therefore it is not easy to find lodgings for such as you. But I know a poor woman. She is the wife of a baker. I think she will take you, and thus add to her income at the same time. Come, let us go to her place.’

The next morning I visited the attorney, Mr. A. W. Baker. Abdulla Sheth had told me something about him, so his friendly welcome did not surprise me. He received me warmly and asked kindly about me. I told him all about myself. He then said: ‘We have no work for you here as a barrister, because we have hired the best legal counsel. The case is long and complicated, so I will ask you to help only by obtaining the necessary information. And of course, you will make it easier for me to communicate with my client. From now on, I will ask him for all the information I need through you. That is certainly an advantage. I have not yet found rooms for you. I thought it best to do so after meeting you. There is a terrible amount of prejudice against people of colour here, so it is not easy to find lodgings for someone like you. But I know a poor woman. She is a baker’s wife. I think she will take you in and add to her income at the same time. Come, let us go to her place.’

So he took me to her house. He spoke with her privately about me, and she agreed to accept me as a boarder at 35 shillings a week.

So he took me to her house. He spoke to her privately about me, and she agreed to take me in as a boarder for 35 shillings a week.

Mr. Baker, besides being an attorney, was a staunch lay preacher. He is still alive and now engaged purely in missionary work, having given up the legal profession. He is quite well-to-do. He has still kept up correspondence with me. In his letters he always dwells on the same theme. He upholds the excellence of Christianity from various points of view, and contends that it is impossible to find eternal peace, unless one accepts Jesus as the only son of God and the Saviour of mankind.

Besides being a lawyer, Mr. Baker was a devoted lay preacher. He is still alive and has given up law to devote himself entirely to missionary work. He is quite wealthy. He still writes to me. His letters always focus on the same theme. He praises Christianity from various points of view. He argues that no one can find eternal peace unless they accept Jesus as the only son of God and the savior of mankind.

During the very first interview, Mr. Baker ascertained from me my religious views. I said to him: ‘I am a Hindu by birth. And yet I do not know much of Hinduism, and I know less of other religions. In fact I do not know where I am, and what is and what should be my belief. I intend to make a careful study of my own religion, and as far as I can, of other religions as well.’

During our very first meeting, Mr. Baker asked me about my religious views. I told him: ‘I am a Hindu by birth. Yet I do not know much about Hinduism, and I know even less about other religions. In fact, I do not know where I stand, what I believe, or what I should believe. I intend to study my own religion carefully and, as far as I can, other religions as well.’

Mr. Baker was glad to hear all this, and said: ‘I am one of the Directors of the South Africa General Mission. I have built a church at my own expense, and I deliver sermons in it regularly, am free from colour prejudice. I have some co-workers, and we meet at one o’clock every day for a few minutes and pray for peace and light. I shall be glad if you will join us there. I shall introduce you to my co-workers, who will be happy to meet you, and I dare say you will also like their company. I shall give you, besides, some religious books to read, though of course the book of books is the Holy Bible, which I would specially recommend to you.’

Mr. Baker was glad to hear all this. He said: ‘I am one of the directors of the South Africa General Mission. I built a church at my own expense, and I preach there regularly. I have no prejudice based on skin color. I have some co-workers, and we meet every day at one o’clock for a few minutes to pray for peace and light. I would be glad if you joined us. I will introduce you to my co-workers, who will be happy to meet you. I expect you will enjoy their company too. I will also give you some religious books to read. But of course, the greatest book of all is the Holy Bible, which I especially recommend to you.’

I thanked Mr. Baker and agreed to attend the one o’clock prayers as regularly as possible.

I thanked Mr. Baker and agreed to attend the one o’clock prayers as regularly as possible.

‘So I shall expect you here tomorrow at one o’clock, and we shall go together to pray,’ added Mr. Baker, and we said good-bye.

‘So I’ll expect you here tomorrow at one o’clock, and we’ll go together to pray,’ Mr. Baker added. Then we said goodbye.

I had little time for reflection just yet.

I had little time to think just yet.

I went to Mr. Johnston, paid the bill and removed to the new lodgings, where I had my lunch. The landlady was a good woman. She had cooked a vegetarian meal for me. It was not long before I made myself quite at home with the family.

I went to Mr. Johnston, paid the bill, and moved to my new lodgings. I had lunch there. The landlady was a good woman. She had cooked a vegetarian meal for me. Before long, I felt completely at home with the family.

I next went to see the friend to whom Dada Abdulla had given me a note. From him I learnt more about the hardships of Indians in South Africa. He insisted that I should stay with him. I thanked him, and told him that I had already made arrangements. He urged me not to hesitate to ask for anything I needed.

Next, I went to see the friend for whom Dada Abdulla had given me a note. He told me more about the hardships Indians faced in South Africa. He insisted that I stay with him. I thanked him and told him I had already made arrangements. He urged me not to hesitate to ask for anything I needed.

It was now dark. I returned home, had my dinner, went to my room and lay there absorbed in deep thought. There was not any immediate work for me. I informed Abdulla Sheth of it. What, I thought, can be the meaning of Mr. Baker’s interest in me? What shall I gain from his religious co-workers? How far should I undertake the study of Christianity? How was I to obtain literature about Hinduism? And how was I to understand Christianity in its proper perspective without thoroughly knowing my own religion? I could come to only one conclusion: I should make a dispassionate study of all that came to me, and deal with Mr. Baker’s group as God might guide me; I should not think of embracing another religion before I had fully understood my own.

It was dark now. I returned home, ate dinner, went to my room, and lay there deep in thought. There was no immediate work for me to do. I told Abdulla Sheth. I wondered what Mr. Baker’s interest in me meant. What would I gain from his religious co-workers? How much should I study Christianity? How could I get books about Hinduism? And how could I understand Christianity in its proper perspective without knowing my own religion thoroughly? I could reach only one conclusion. I should study everything that came my way with an open mind. I should deal with Mr. Baker’s group as God guided me. I should not consider embracing another religion before I had fully understood my own.

Thus musing I fell asleep.

As I thought about this, I fell asleep.