| The
Grass is Singing
...being the book that exposed the poverty of white rule in Africa
THOU
SHALT NOT let your fellow whites sink lower than a certain point:
because if you do, the nigger will see he is as good as you are.
This,
the first law of white South Africa, is Doris Lessings
political benchmark in her agonising story of a poor white farming
couple. At its simplest The Grass is Singing is the story
of Dick Turner, a hapless white farmer, and Mary, his pathetic wife,
who fail in their struggle to make a life and a living from the
merciless land of black Africa. Beaten by the unforgiving soil,
sullen native labourers, the fellow whites who despise them and
finally by their own desperate incompetence, they are each driven
slowly mad.
The
Grass is Singing, like all Ms. Lessings early novels, is deeply
evocative of life among southern Africas white settlers. Her
own childhood was spent in Southern Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe). She
left school at 14 and by the age of 31, when she moved to London,
had been twice married and divorced, borne three children and written
and destroyed six novels. Her own politics were acutely shaped during
World War II by the communist group formed in Rhodesia amongst British
servicemen and other exiles:
The
political force of Ms. Lessings novel lies in its uncliched
exploration of the ideology of white supremacy, whose chief principle
is that whites must always close ranks when threatened.
But
the novels drama explodes from the smouldering confusion of
Marys repressed emotions. Her mother was wretched, her father
drunken, brutal, lecherous. Their deaths free her for the empty
gaiety of life in town: a secretary in the day, the sanctuary of
a girls hostel at night, with endless parties, tennis matches
and dances filling her free time. Only when she overhears friends
ridiculing her ageing girlishness does she decide to find a husband.
She meets Dick, the struggling, clumsy, lonely farmer on one of
his rare trips into town, and is secretly glad that they cannot
afford a honeymoon. She wants only to escape.
In
the stifling heat of their tiny brick and tin house, hemmed in by
the endlessly encroaching vegetation and remorselessly crushed by
their inescapable poverty, Mary goes slowly mad. And here we discover
the subtley of the threat to white supremacy. For her terror, and
her desire, are focused obsessively on Moses, the last of her houseboys.
Moses is big, powerful and intelligent. But, above all, he is black.
Mary
loathes the blacks hating their insolence, their quiet resentment,
their broad muscular bodies, she loses her temper and uses her whip
on one of them, magnificently built, with nothing but an old
sack tied around his waist.
This
is Moses, as Mary discovers when he is chosen as the new houseboy.
By this time Marys spirit is already broken. Bitter, lingering
pride makes her reject all offers of help, until she sleeps all
day, never venturing from the dust-fringed house. She cannot break
free of her terror and because of this she is forced, for the first
time, into a human relationship with a black. Moses cares for her:
his first touch on her shoulder filling her with nausea, but leaving
her unable to resist. Ms. Lessing does not explore this passionate
black force and all we glimpse of their growing relationship is
Moses dressing Mary and brushing her hair. It remains Marys
secret; part real, part fantasy.
But
Mary has looked straight into the eyes of a black and seen a human
being.
The
Grass is Singing, published very soon after Ms. Lessings arrival
in London in 1950, attracted immediate literary acclaim being
reprinted seven times within the first five months. But it also
offered timely insight into the colour problem, as black
nationalist movements gathered strength across the continent.
Some
see this book as a parable of this irresistible black force and
the coming overthrow of white oppression. But that is asking too
much of it and ignores the taut thread of sexual repression that
weaves through the story of racial oppression. It also makes little
sense of the ending.
A young
farm-manager, brought in temporarily so that Mary and Dick can take
a holiday, sees the mind-numbing obsession in which Mary is trapped,
however willingly, and dismisses Moses.
In
the middle of the night before the couple must leave, with the tin
roof cracking as it cools over their head (it seemed that
a vast black body, like a human spider, was crawling over the roof,
trying to get inside), Mary rises and waits outside on the
verandah. She is waiting to die. And Moses comes out of the darkness,
a long curving knife lifted above his head, and murders her.
Chris
Sheppard
The
Grass is Singing
by
Doris Lessing (1950)

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