Rif war: 100 years after

« What is going on in the Rif reveals the destiny of all the colonial power of Western Europe, mostly the French empire in Africa” Marshal Hubert Lyautey

Yes I know. I went to the Reunion Island before Al Hoceima, playing it Star Wars and its chaotic episodes. But life is about opportunities, right? An opportunity did arise, and I made hay as the sun shone: the idea of opening this blog was beginning to form in my mind when I came across the ads of a journey on the Reunion Island with a group of women. I immediately joined in, not knowing the surprise I would find there.

The lady who organized the trip arranged an afternoon around the story of Abdelkrim. We headed towards Saint-Denis where the first building that housed the family was located, but stopped on our way to collect Clovis, a heritage guide who showed us the way to the last house of the Khattabi’s. It was a sort of upside-down visit, I guess like the whole story, but since we were supposed to spend the night in Saint-Denis, I decided that it didn’t matter.

As we know, Abdelkrim, his family and his domestic staff moved twice. After Château Morange in Saint-Denis, they went to Castel-Fleurie in Chaudron where the Emir’s mother died, and eventually settled in Trois-Bassins and its agricultural field. Clovis explained to us that Castel-Fleurie had been destroyed by a hurricane, and rebuilt differently. Only the front stairs remained.

“We’d better go to the chemin Marocain where you can see the last property of Trois-Bassins from the outside. Unfortunately, it belongs now to the mayor and we cannot go in.”

The house is located on a hill, far from the furnace of Saint-Denis. I guess that Abdelkrim, used to the fresh air of the mountain, suffered from the high temperatures and humidity of the capital and chose a cooler place to dwell. The front door was visible from the street, but the fields that were devoted to geranium were hidden. Are they still there?

Clovis knew a few about Abdelkrim, although the name rang a bell. We decided then to continue to Saint-Denis where Laurent, a historian, was waiting for us. My first impression when we arrived in Saint-Denis, was the heavy traffic. Cars everywhere, horns getting impatient, people showing signs of exhaustion. And the moist heat, oppressive, unbearable. I try to imagine when Abdelkrim’s family was forcibly brought, after 40 days on a boat, to this unknown and hostile land, full of dry lava and mosquitoes.

How did it feel?

I don’t know how it felt, but I know how I felt. It was weird, unreal, but when we approached Château Morange, I was overcome by emotion. Just like you feel when you go back home after a long time away: anxious, hesitant and impatient. Despite the transformation of the place, fully renovated and turned into a cultural center, the exiled were still there. Their energy, their anguish, their hopes. Only the park became a poorly maintained school complex.

“At least they were well received!”

I nearly strangled the old woman. I didn’t know who she was, what she was doing there, but I could tell from her insane words that she was oblivious to the events of 1926. I tried to stay calm and explained that when Abdelkrim unwillingly arrived, the house was unfit for habitation. There was no drinking water and the walls were covered with mould and cracks. Laurent confirmed and started to give details:

“ Despite the insalubrity of this place, it was the best the French could provide in such a short period of time. Abdelkrim was considered as an important leader, just like Ravalona III, queen of Madagascar, and Said Ali Bin Said Omar, king of Comoros. As soon as the tough surveillance around him started to relax, he forged close ties with the Reunionese. His intelligence, humility, and natural kindness quickly won over the hearts of the locals. There are photos of him in every prominent family in town. He was a respected Imam, and a distinguished freemason..”

Wait a minute: a WHAT??

I insisted and asked again, thinking that Laurent had made a mistake. How can Abdelkrim, a Moroccan Qadi who fought against colonialism and a respected Imam among the Muslim Reunionese, be a freemason?? But Laurent confirmed that for some reason, a lot of exiles were part of the local masonry. I checked and checked on the net, but found nothing to affirm this information. The only logical explanation can be found in the Great Orient of France. It was designed adogmatic and liberal, freeing its members from any kind of belief or religion. It claims to be humanitarian and most of its members were socialists and fought discrimination. They met to talk about morals, ethics and spirituality. Could it be that Abdelkrim got in touch with them to find some support in his fight for the independence of Morocco?

If you have a clue, I would love to hear from you!