CHAPTER ONE
Introducing Animals, Historians, and the âPeopleâs Warâ
A significant section of Britons, by the way, thought first of their pets.1
I never intended to write a book about the war. I say âthe warâ because in my London childhood of the â50s and â60s this was the only war my family and community discussedâand it was the only war depicted in the weekly visits to the cinema with my parents on a Friday evening. Like many of my generation I grew up on particular images and stories emanating from those years of warfare from 1939 to 1945. Those born after the war have belonged to a generation suffused, as Geoff Eley has discussed, in the effects of war but whose ââmemoryâ of them came entirely after the fact.â2 I can still remember the tales of the church raffle for a slice of banana (a real rarity given the difficulty of importing food); my grandfather refusing to go to the Anderson shelter in the back garden and next morning waking up to find shards of glass from bomb-blasted windows on his bed, having slept through the air raid; my aunt walking through glass-strewn streets of Hackney to check whether her elder sister had survived a bombardment she had heard a half mile away. I experienced none whatsoever of these events but they were nevertheless part of my childhood through the stories relatives told. There would also be food that my parentsânormally not fussy eaters unlike their daughterâdisliked eating, particularly rabbit and butter beans, since it reminded them of wartime deprivation. Such accounts are not just my own family stories but ones now shared by several generations who never directly experienced the war. This war remains so popular in British national memory and culture that scarcely a week goes by without a television or radio program centered on this time.3 Such programs include documentaries around the buildup to the war, the evacuation of nearly 340,000 troops retreating from the German advance at Dunkirk in May 1940, or the subsequent role of Churchill as Prime Minister until his defeat in the postwar election of 1945. More recently recollections of the now diminishing numbers of elderly people who had served in the armed forces have been broadcast to sympathetic audiences. Fictional narratives of this time remain popular, including several series of Foyleâs War, a Hastings-based detective, or Dadâs Army, a humorous series first aired in 1968 and still engaging Saturday night audiences with its gentle satire of the antics of a thoroughly class-based Home Guard. It is no wonder that we think we âknow aboutâ the war.
Underpinning such documentary and fictional narratives is the idea that the Second World War was generally, as Sellar and Yeatman might have summarized in 1066 and All That, a âgoodâ war.4 While obviously it was a war in which millions of military forces, civilians, Roma, Sinti, and, of course, Jews were killed it has nevertheless been reinterpreted, with the benefit of hindsight, as being primarily a battle against fascism (rather than German expansionism) and a war in which Britain was correct to fight (certainly more correct than in recent adventures in the Middle East and Afghanistan). Significantly, the 1939â45 war, particularly on the Home Front, is seen as a âPeopleâs Warâ when, so the story goes, people pulled together and stood firm against the Nazisâdespite being isolated in Europe as a consequence of not being invaded or surrenderingâand withstood aerial bombardment with resilience. This time is ârememberedâ as one when the interests of the nation allegedly overrode those of classes. It is recalled as some sort of golden age not only by right-wing extremists hostile towards immigrants but by those distressed by the breakdown in community cohesion caused by aggressive neoliberal politics. There is a search for âlost re-assurances.â5 The BBCâs creation of its Peopleâs War website with requests for âstorygatherersâ indicated not only the ongoing importance of the war within national memory and identity but also âthe fear of losing this imperative at the death of the last survivors.â6
The story of my grandfather refusing to go into the shelter was by no means unique: in his own way he defied Hitler to do his worst while he lay in his own bed as shattered glass landed on the blankets. The state deliberately fostered such language and an image of standing firm for purposes of morale. Indeed âby the time war broke out in September 1939 the myth had been all but scripted.â7 The phrase âPeopleâs Warâ at the time applied to the period of the so-called Blitz from September 1940 to May 1941. Of particular significance then (and subsequently) were the first months of the bombing, when Londoners endured bombing for 57 nights in a row.8 As Paul Addison has characterized the Battle of Britain of 1940, the aerial fighting in the skies in the summer of 1940 that preceded the Blitz, âit was fought over landscapes painted by Constable, churches designed by Wren, and the London of Dickens, Pepys and Shakespeare.â9 At that time London was appropriated for propaganda purposes as a national landscape with which to mobilize the nation.10 People saw images of St. Paulâs Cathedral surrounded by smoke and flames symbolically not only of London and the city but also of the country as a whole. Despite academic debunking, myths of the âPeopleâs Warâ âremain lodged in the public imagination.â11
All nations, of course, have their own stories about their pasts they wish to remember and pass on to future generations. Scandinavian noir fiction in the hands of Asa Larsson, Hening Mankell, or Jo Nesbo, for example, has foregrounded their respective nationsâ myths of the Second World War in which, apparently, there were no Nazi sympathizers and the resistance was the dominant force. Jo Nesbo has recently explained that his novel The Redbreast is both his most personal novel and one that undermines âthe mythical self-image of the Norwegian people as a nation actively resisting Hitler.â12 It draws on the stories of his own Nazi-supporting father, who was one of some 6,000 young Norwegians who had volunteered to fight on the Eastern Front, as a device to expose the long legacy of this politics in Norway today. Tellingly the unrepentant fascist in this novel compiles his own memoir of the Second World War and includes amongst his victims a historian who promulgates the sanitized version of Norwayâs past, neglecting the traces of Nazi alignment. The popular memories that need interrogating in Britain are rather different but nevertheless still merit critical attention.13
Like adults of my generation and those who have followed us it is not surprising that I thought I âknew aboutâ the war. But this changed several years ago when I was researching for Animal Rights: Political and Social Change in Britain since 1800.14 I came across a phrase in Angus Calderâs key work, The Peopleâs War, that stuck in my mind as I had never heard of it before. â[At the start of the war] there was no stoning of dachshunds in the streets. But a holocaust of pets occurred as homes were disrupted; outside vetsâ surgeries âthe slainâ lay in heaps.â15 The phrase âholocaust of petsâ was not unique to Calder. In his book The Phoney War, analyzing the first months of the war, E. S. Turner also talked of the âholocaust of petsâ during September 1939, arguing, âMost of this slaughter was unnecessary, from any standpoint.â16 I would later discover that the term âholocaust of petsâ or âmassacreâ were not post-hoc constructions but contemporary descriptions. The Oxford English Dictionary carefully describes the different meanings of the word holocaust, noting that its modern meaning of the âmass murder of the Jews by the Nazisâ did not start to be used until 1942. An earlier meaning of the word meaning a sacrifice or massacre on a large scale was used to describe the unnecessary killing of at least 400,000 âpetâ cats and dogs in London in the first week of the war in September 1939. The word may have had a different meaning but it still nevertheless indicated a âgreat slaughter or massacreâ or a large-scale sacrifice wholly consumed by fire.17 This was no routine killing. The government, state, veterinary profession, and animal charities were all opposed to this âsacrifice.â It was not required by the state even at this initial moment of war.
This animal killing is not part of the popular memory of the âGood War,â the unified âPeopleâs War.â Animalsâ role in the war has not been the focus of scholarly accounts and the popular books that do exist tend more towards human emotions rather than analysis of what companion animals actually did. Missing to date from both popular and scholarly accounts of war on the Home Front is any serious analysis of the role of nonhuman animals (hereafter animals)18 either in propaganda or visual representations although they performed key functions here. More significantly, animals as beings living and dying alongsideâor because ofâhumans and human decisions have been written out of such history. As I shall explore later there are good reasons for this. Although the killing does not necessarily show human panic, the shocking events that would happen in the first days of the war were the complete antithesis of the promoted spirit of steadfastness and resilience. Scholarly historians are at one in arguing that âthere was no evidence of any significant increase in neurotic illness or mental disorder in Britain during the war.â19 These unremembered events do demonstrate the utter disposability of companion animals in what become constructed as times of human crisis. This war act is âforgottenââbut so too are the subsequent animal-human relationships that grew and developed during the war in which the distinction of killer and victim become blurred into common beings sharing hardship and proving mutual support.
However, I am not attempting to simply âadd inâ animals to the existing trope of the âPeopleâs War.â I am seeking to do more than that. This book attempts to shift focus away from humans onto animals. It also explores the changing animal-human relationship but not in the spirit of âroundednessâ or of some twenty-first-century sense of âinclusion.â Rather, I will argue that an awareness of animal presence and activityâand of how humans engaged with thisâcan challenge and disrupt our somewhat lazy assumptions about the war and the role of our ancestors in this âGood War.â In a nation that often chooses to define itself as âanimal lovingââirrespective of the reality of the situationâthe acts perpetrated in those September days confront the stories we like to tell ourselves and suggest that the term âPeopleâs Warâ is a misnomer.
THE DISTINCTIVENESS OF ANIMALSâAND THEIR METAPHORICAL REPRESENTATIONâIN BRITAIN DURING THE WAR
Certainly, animals existed in the Second World War outside Britainâand were recorded as such in different countries. Thus the anonymous author of A Woman in Berlin reminds us that companion animals in Germany were also sheltering from bombardmentâby the allies:
I slept until the bombs woke me up. My hand was dangling over my bed and I felt something licking itâFoxel, our absent landlordâs terrier. There, Foxel, good dog, donât be afraid, weâre alone here in this front room.20
In the accounts of American journalist William Shirer we can read of the plight of both companion and farm animals:
Denmarkâs three million cows, three million pigs and twenty-five million laying hens live on imported fodder, mostly from North and South America and Manchukuo. These supplies are now cut off. Denmark must slaughter most of its livestock, one of its main sources of existence.21
Or we might imagine the sounds of the lowing of cattle, abandoned by human refugees passing from the countryside, heard in Paris as the Germans entered on 14 June 1940.22
The situation in Britain was rather different. The extentâor almost saturationâof the notion of a âPeopleâs Warâ means that we are looking at a ârepresentationâ that is (still) an important part of popular and cultural memory.23 To understand what happened to animals in Britain at that time and the nature of the animal-human relationship in the war we also need to think about these events ârepresentationallyâ precisely because they occu...