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I was taken aback by the letter. Never in
its long history had The Observer had a regular political cartoon
and it was difficult for me to imagine that they wanted me to be their
cartoonist. As the editor had wished in his letter, I went to see him in
his office the following week. He didn't bat an eyelid when he saw an
Indian walking in. He pulled out a chair for me, brought his own chair
from behind his desk and sat on it back to front, leaning on its back
with his arms. This put me at ease.
After a little
preliminary chat, he came to the point. He said, 'I want to buy you out
of Tribune.' He told me the terms and said he could give me a
letter of appointment the next day.
Sometime later, he told
me that he had imagined from my name that I would be a central European
Jewish émigré. When I presented my first cartoon, he asked if I
couldn't think of a more suitable signature. He explained that with
'Abraham' my cartoons on the Middle East, for instance, would be given
an unnecessary slant. That was the time when the Arab-Israeli crisis was
growing worse each day. So I suggested 'Abu', a name that some of my
friends at the New Delhi YMCA called me. Astor was happy with that.
'Suitably mysterious,' he remarked.
The Observer
office was a leisurely and informal place. It had a string of
distinguished intellectuals on its staff. Among them were Philip Toynbee,
son of Arnold Toynbee, and Andrew Schonfield, an economist. The
editorial conferences were always lively with everyone contributing his
or her independent views. David Astor, son of Nancy Astor, the first
woman member of the House of Commons, presided over the staff like a
father figure. He was a Liberal of the modern kind, more inclined
towards the Labour Party than either the Liberal or Conservative
parties. The paper promoted the freedom struggles in Africa. It took a
strong stand against the Apartheid regime in South Africa, which Astor
felt was perpetuating Nazi racism. He became friendly with the young
Mandela, sending him law books in jail.
The Observer's
'finest hour' was in November 1956, when Anthony Eden took Britain on a
crazy adventure in Suez in the company of the French. It ended in
disaster but not until David Astor had written some truly remarkable
editorials. One of them said, 'We had not realised that our government
was capable of such folly and crookedness.' It continued, 'Sir Anthony
Eden must go. His removal from the premiership is scarcely less vital to
the prospects of this country than was that of Mr. Neville Chamberlain
in May, 1940…. Whatever the Conservative Party may do, it is essential
that the world should know that the Eden Administration has no longer
the nation's confidence. Unless we can find means of making that
absolutely clear, we shall be guilty of an irresponsibility and a folly
as great as that of our Government…. Nations are said to have the
governments they deserve. Let us show that we deserve better.'
The editorial was a
sensation at that time, when the atmosphere was charged with passion.
The nation was almost equally divided. In the end, of course, Anthony
Eden had to resign — the resignation hastened by ill health. But the
paper lost heavily in terms of circulation and revenue. Jewish companies
and ultra-Conservative business interests withdrew their support;
thousands of readers cancelled their subscription.
The Observer
is Britain's oldest newspaper. It was founded in 1791 on a capital of
one hundred pounds by W.S. Bourne, a young Irish man of literary
ability, and his brother W.H.Bourne, who conducted the financial affairs
of the paper. By 1799, their combined energies made The Observer
the first successful Sunday newspaper in the country and guaranteed to
arrive in Dublin 'when the wind answers' on Wednesday mornings.
The paper changed hands several times
in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries until Lord Northcliffe bought
it in 1905. From Lord Northcliffe, it went to Lord Astor the First,
David's grandfather. The paper was made into a trust in 1945 under the
guidance of David Astor. Today it functions as a Sunday companion to
The Guardian.
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