Previous installments can be found here. There will be spoilers. “An historian” is a perfectly acceptable Commonwealth convention, haters to the left [side of the road].
Downton Abbey has become a show about fundamentally nice people. The villains were never all that villainous, it’s true; but O’Brien is a distant memory (fired in India?) and even Thomas, cleansed, apparently, by Baxter’s generosity, is now fighting on the side of the angels. The Dowager Countess didn’t begrudge Isobel a change in rank; she was just going to miss her friend. Even Lady Mary’s acid jibes about her sister Edith seems stagey rather than deeply felt.
On an interpersonal level, there’s something fairly charming about the idea of a show depicting good people trying to do the right thing by each other. The problem is the context. Downton strips its characters of historical attitudes and dilemmas that might make them seem less than acceptable in early twenty-first century terms. In so doing, it prevents them, equally, from being relevant to the actual challenges of being a good person in our own time—a problem, I should say, that has certainly not grown easier since 1924.
Take the discussion, last week, about Amritsar. In April 1919, Brigadier-General Reginald Dyer ordered his troops to open fire on a peaceful, but banned, demonstration in the city of Amritsar, located in Punjab in then-British India. The demonstrators had gathered in a square with only a few exits; Dyer ordered his soldiers to fire at those exits, ceasing only when ammunition was exhausted. The British inquiry recorded 379 killed and 1,200 wounded; the Indian National Congress estimated that 1,000 were killed. The incident was heavily publicized and widely discussed, and the word became shorthand in discussions of governing the empire.
The conversation at Rose’s wedding accurately captures two of the major British reactions to the massacre. On the one hand were those, like Lord Sinderby and a majority of the House of Lords, who agreed with Dyer when he said he was doing “my duty—my horrible, dirty duty.” A defense fund was set up for Dyer, who was ultimately censured and forced to retire by the House of Commons. Our favorite Earl, of course, sided with Rose’s father, Shrimpie. They took the other stance acceptable in the British establishment: that Dyer’s actions were a shocking aberration. Winston Churchill, then secretary of state for War, called Amritsar “an extraordinary event, a monstrous event, an event which stands in singular and sinister isolation.” Both Shrimpie and Robert are somewhat unusual for taking this view, which was not the default either among the British in India or among the aristocracy at home.
But my problem with the exchange is not about historical accuracy; it’s about historical myopia. There was a third opinion on Amritsar: that is was not exceptional, but representative of the systematic violence underpinning the British Empire. Mahatma Gandhi, then emerging as a leader for Indian self-rule, wrote: “We have no desire for revenge. We want to change the system that produced Dyer.” Likewise Labour MP Ben Spoor: “Amritsar was not an isolated event any more than General Dyer was an isolated officer.”
If it all sounds a lot like the current debate about police violence in the United States (defense funds and all), well, I’d argue that’s exactly the reason to study history. We’ve been here before. Lord Grantham is, realistically enough, humane enough to condemn Amritsar, but too blinkered to recognize that it’s a manifestation of a brutal system in which he’s complicit. But instead of portraying that position, the script edits out the larger context, and the conversation is just another slam-dunk for a Downton hero demonstrating his modern, progressive outlook at the expense of a very marginal ‘villain’ indeed.
The Christmas special this week was an episode of reconciliation. Lord Sinderby is finally won over to Rose when she demonstrates her loyalty to covering up an old dalliance of his; Lady Edith’s single motherhood is accepted by Tom and by Robert; the prickly Russians are reunited; Denker and Spratt are ordered to bury the hatchet; even Mary holds Edith’s hand in the moment of remembrance for their dead sister Sybil. Anna and Mr. Bates are both out of prison, and the closing shot of their embrace as the household sings “Oh come let us adore him…” gives credence to the notion that, from Julian Fellowes’s perspective, Bates is the dark hero of the whole series. (A brief digression on that subplot: Anna’s prosecution has suggested both a level of surveillance and an investment in solving the mystery of death officially ruled accidental that I find unbelievable. Someone turned up a ‘record’ of the watch being called and then turned away for a domestic dispute in a working-class house twenty years ago? Really? On the other hand, the Irish and British police were co-operating fairly well in 1924. The year before, the British state deported a large number of Irish republican dissidents living in England essentially at the new Irish Free State’s request, so Bates’s Irish hide-out is not as safe as everyone seems to presume.)
The most revealing reconciliation was that between Lord Grantham and Tom Branson, who is planning to move to Boston. Sobering up briefly, Lord Grantham makes a speech at the Christmas party expressing his gratitude to Tom for helping Downton “navigate the choppy seas of the modern world.” Privately, Branson admits to his father-in-law: “And yes, I will think of Downton as my home. And that would have amazed Sybil, I’ve no doubt about it.” Lord Grantham, uncharacteristically sentimental, cites the Latin tag “in vino veritas,” but “amor vincit omnia” would be another apposite slogan for the moment. Love and perseverance have won out over class prejudice and politics.
Of course they have: how could they not, in a family as nice as the Crawleys have become? Lady Mary even schemed with Barrow to get Branson served politely by the rude butler Stowell, for heaven’s sake. Prejudice and nastiness have been decidedly outsourced at Downton: only new in-laws and their dodgy servants can be really terrible, before they, too, are tamed. And ultimately, that’s why the season’s reconciliations are touching rather than satisfying. Downton externalizes the crimes of the past rather than asking us to realize that even ‘good’ characters can be complicit in bad systems from which they benefit. This is historically inaccurate, as the Amritsar case suggests. But it’s also inaccurate on a human level. Most of us watching Downton are more “Crawleys” than not in a global sense, consuming a disproportionate share of the world’s goods and pleasures; we are all, too, hampered in various ways by limited perspectives and prejudices, simply because we’re human. Being good to those close to us, being kind to those near us, are crucial imperatives, but they do not erase the effects of our positions within systems of power and oppression. Downton gets close to showing us that, but consistently retreats in favor of niceness and keeping its characters unrealistically ‘clean’ even in the dirtier patches of the past.
This season ends in December 1924; my dearest hope for the future (apart from a college degree and a girlfriend for Daisy) is that we get to see Downton riven by the general strike of 1926, which would ask characters to put their money where their mouths are when it comes to unity and amity across class differences. Until then, my thanks to all who have commented: like Carson, I raise a class of Margaux to you!
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Source
Derek Sayer, “British Reaction to the Amritsar Massacre 1919-1920,” Past & Present 131 (May 1991)
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Downton externalizes the crimes of the past rather than asking us to realize that even ‘good’ characters can be complicit in bad systems from which they benefit.
This concisely summarizes the unease and dissatisfaction I’ve been trying to get across in my reviews all season long: the show shirks the realities of its protagonists’ cheerful complicity in oppressive systems to avoid losing viewers’ sympathy, and that means sacrificing both realism and a welcome complication of stories and characters for the sake of bland pleasantness. Thanks for articulating that so well.
This is a brilliant analysis and I don’t want to sully it by admitting I cry whenever the Crawley children (the adult Crawley children, counting Tom of course) hold hands but I do.
No, it’s both/and, definitely. I get misty-eyed when Tom talks about Sybil, too, and I couldn’t be happier for Mrs. Hughes and Carson.
And for all her over-the-top obnoxiousness to poor Edith, I love the way that Mary has accepted Tom as a true friend and ally. (Sidenote on Mary: I almost wondered this episode if she was trying to goad Edith into telling her about Marigold. She’s awful about the parenting stuff, but she’s also very pointed, and I wouldn’t put it past her to have noticed if Lord Can’t Find His Nose On His Face did. Nor do I think tactfully asking would be her way of finding out.)
Mary has reason to be angry with Edith — after all it was Edith who, out of jealousy, underhandedly and anonymously divulged Mary’s peccadillo with the Turkish lover, thereby throwing a monkey wrench into Mary’s reputation and marriage prospects (which I assume is historically consistent with the mores of the times). Edith is the kind of person who says, “If I can’t be the belle of the ball, I’m going to make sure you can’t be either.” I think that kind of attitude warrants a little pay back from Mary.
For sure. I love Mary, actually, and Edith has given as good as she’s got (though it was a long time ago). I just think Mary is often very clever as well as barbed, and wonder if she isn’t trying to get something out of Edith with some of her “mothering” comments lately. She has given some rather meaningful looks to Marigold.
I think you are right that Mary has figured out that Marigold is Edith’s child and is making comments playing off that. I liked the part where she told Edith essentially, “I’m the only mother here and I’m not worried how the kids are doing. Why should anybody else worry?” Plus one for non-neurotic parenting! If Mary spends the next fifty years polishing her quips, she’ll be in a league with Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess. Something to shoot for!
Mary and Violet are two peas in a pod, and it’s delightful every time they get together.
When the three of them all got in the same room, I started shouting at the TV: “EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM HAS A SPOUSE OR LOVER WHO HAS DIED.” It’s like this thing that never gets mentioned.
The (quietly) screaming pathos!
I think this is how I felt – though I wouldn’t have been able to put it in these words – during the WWI part of the show (was that season 2?) and which eventually led to me feeling as though none of the characters were… well, real people. This is an excellent explanation for why I felt that way. Thanks for writing it.
Thank goodness Downton Abbey is not infested with Dickensian characters wallowing in the good versus evil wars. The last episode was about love and loss — and that speaks to me. I had a tear in my ear more than once on Sunday. I do think there is room for drama centered around the moral issues related to the British massacre in India — actually I think I remember just such a series about a year ago on Masterpiece Theatre, but that’s not Downton Abbey, and I for one am glad it’s not.
Thanks so much for this interesting and satisfying series, Mo. Your articles are the DA postmortems I most eagerly look forward to.
I’ve mentioned it before, but I highly recommend “Manor House” (currently streaming for free with Amazon Prime) if you want to see a more realistic look at what a servant’s life was like.
I loved Manor House when it was on originally. Thanks for the tip on how to see it again.
The arrest, jailing and release of Anna, somewhat regrettably, is legal gibberish. It just doesn’t happen that way today — nor did it in 1924. From a theatrical standpoint, I would have preferred a courtroom scene comparable to the Hugh Griffith magistrate scene in “Oliver,” in which a drunken bench officer could weigh the evidence and order Anna’s release.
Mary and Violet are two peas in a pod, and it's delightful every time they get together.