A review of Diana Markides’ The Cyprus Tribute and Geopolitics in the Levant 1875-1960




Diana Markides’ The Cyprus Tribute and Geopolitics in the Levant 1875-1960 is a remarkable account of the political economy of British imperial rule in Cyprus.
Acquired from Turkey by Disraeli at the Congress of Berlin (1878), which settled yet another Russo-Turkish war, the British prime minister boasted that Cyprus would become a crucial asset for the empire, a place of arms in the Eastern Mediterranean to serve Britain’s grandiose ambitions to extend its influence in Egypt, the Levant and Asia Minor, securing the land route to India and protect shipping and trade east of Suez.
Markides argues that Britain’s geopolitical and military justification for acquiring Cyprus was half-baked – for example, Cyprus had no natural deep water harbours and to develop them was uneconomical – and, indeed, a fabrication designed to conceal the real reason for taking over the running of Cyprus from the Ottoman empire, which was to secure money to service the loan British and French creditors had made the Ottoman empire that enabled it to fight the Crimean War (1855). 
In a convoluted scheme, any surplus (the excess revenue over expenditure) Cyprus generated would not be recycled into the local economy but sent to the Ottoman government in Constantinople – the Turkish sultan nominally held suzerainty over the island until 1914 – which would then divert the money to pay back British and French bankers and bondholders.

This ‘tribute’ would make up for the shortfall a similar Ottoman debt repayment scheme imposed on Egypt was encountering because of the weakness of that country’s finances and, at the same time, assuage any objections Paris had at Cyprus falling into British hands in a region where France, ensconced in Egypt, Syria and Lebanon, felt was its sphere of influence.

With all surplus money raised on the island wending its way via Constantinople into British and French coffers and with no money forthcoming from London for any expenditure on infrastructure projects on the island, Cyprus was left to stagnate. Desperately needed improvements to hospitals, quays, customs houses, hotels, antiquities management, public utilities, prisons, roads could not be paid for, while, without a properly-capitalised agricultural bank, peasant-farmers couldn’t take out affordable loans and were left at the mercy of the bane of the peasant-farmers’ existence, the village money-lender.

Despite repeated appeals from colonial officials on Cyprus made to London – particularly the Treasury – to loosen the island’s financial burden or to find money to send directly from the metropolis to spend on the island’s development and gain the loyalty of a population smarting at being fleeced – the Whitehall mandarins, crass and short-sighted, wouldn’t budge.

However, as elsewhere, there was more to the British imperial project in Cyprus than financial exploitation. To hide the iniquitous side of empire, Britain cloaked its rule in a veneer of liberalism and modernity.

Thus, in Cyprus, as well as rescuing Cypriots from 300 years of arbitrary Ottoman depredation, Britain also allowed a free press, laid the foundations for a modern legal system, expanded educational opportunity and introduced a popularly elected system of local government and a national legislature.

But here we encounter the fatal flaw in the British imperial model that eventually would spell curtains for it: Britain couldn’t control what modernity unleashed while liberalism had its limits, i.e. it was permissible so long as it didn’t significantly challenge British rule.

In Cyprus’ case, what this meant was that while a legislative council was instituted in 1882, not only was it rigged so that the six British-appointed representatives plus the three Muslim legislators could always out-vote the nine Greek Cypriot officials – a tie gave the casting vote to the island’s high commissioner; but its powers were also severely circumscribed, bills involving finance and taxation could not be introduced while decisions taken by the legislature could ultimately be struck down by Orders in Council.

While the advantage of the legislative council to Greek Cypriots was that it allowed political expression and popular opposition to government policies – particularly the loathed tribute; its con was was that by binding the Muslim community to the British imperial authorities, the ethnic split on the island became entrenched and institutionalised.

Thus, even if the tribute was as crushing to the Muslim population as it was to the Greek Cypriot majority, the fact that the money was going to Constantinople and into the sultan’s purse reassured the Muslims that Cyprus was still in the Ottoman orbit. It wasn’t until the formalisation of the British occupation in 1914, the end of the Ottoman empire in 1923 and the penetration of Kemalist Turkish nationalism into the consciousness of the island’s Muslims that its political co-operation with the British colonial authorities deteriorated.

Still, the British never gave up trying to play off the Turks against the Greeks, regarding the latter as a far greater threat to its authority than the former, and when, as in 1931, politics on the island became too heated – economic malaise and government attempts to rein in expressions of Greek nationalism prompted popular protest that ended with the burning down of Government House – the government simply shut the legislature and resorted to political repression.

Only after the Second World War was the issue of the tribute finally laid to rest allowing Cyprus to embark on rapid economic growth. This coincided, however, with a shrinking British empire that increased the significance of Cyprus to Britain both from a strategic and ideological point of view. Military facilities imagined since 1878 finally began to be built – in 1954 Middle East Headquarters were moved from Egypt to Cyprus – and the government in London was declaring that some British colonies were too important to the economic well-being and security of the UK to be allowed independence. Cyprus had now become a symbol of British prestige and part of the delusion that Britain was still a superpower.

As for the Greek Cypriots, greater prosperity had not increased their loyalty to Britain or convinced them of the British argument that they were materially better off under the current regime than uniting with impoverished Greece. Rather, the Pandora’s box of liberalism and modernity – exacerbated by the social changes on the island and global political realignment brought about by the Second World War – made Britain’s presence in Cyprus unsustainable.

The scene was set for the denouement of British rule in Cyprus – EOKA’s guerrilla campaign to drive the British off the island and unite the island with Greece and the revenge Britain exacted on Greek Cypriots for their audacity, which entailed bringing Turkey into Cyprus politics and encouraging partition of the island, a goal Turkey fulfilled with its 1974 invasion.

Markides’ book digs deep into the peculiar nature of British rule in Cyprus, but it is much more than a case study. Its interest also lies in demonstrating the grubby economic motivations that sustained the British empire in its entirety and how, at its worst, the imperial project was an expression of avarice and misanthropy.

It also convincingly locates the island’s fate within the geopolitics of the day – the Eastern Question, the crumbling of the Ottoman empire and the anxiety of France and Britain to limit the advantages accruing to Russia from the fallout – and hints at how issues of debt and selfish financial interest continue to this day to prevail when it comes to the Eastern Mediterranean.

The EU’s squeezing of every last penny out of debtor nations such as Greece and Cyprus, regardless of economic sense and socio-political consequences, and the EU’s refusal to sanction Turkey for its threats and violations of Athens’ and Nicosia’s sovereignty for fear of disrupting the Turkish economy and putting at risk Turkey’s ability to pay debts to Spanish, French, Italian and German banks, is eerily reminiscent of European powers’ obtuse attitudes to the region 150 years ago.

Five myths about the 1974 coup against Makarios

This is an interesting piece, Cyprus 1974: five myths about the coup, written by Marios Evriviades in 2014, who is professor of International Relations at Panteion University. (Read the entire article in Greek here).

The five myths, according to Evriviades, are that: 1. Sampson and EOKA B organised the coup; 2. The objective of the coup was enosis; 3. The objective of the coup was partition; 4. Makarios was deliberately allowed by the junta to escape from the assault on the presidential palace; and 5. The Americans tricked junta leader Dimitrios Ioannides into carrying out the coup.

Below I’ve translated into English extracts that relate to the first three myths Evriviades refers to. I believe Evriviades’ repudiation of the first two myths is compelling and even though I agree with the assertion he makes in discussing myth number three that Turkey’s invasion and partitioning of the island in 1974 did not alter Turkey’s deeper geostrategic goal of controlling the whole of Cyprus, I have my doubts about his view as to when Turkey came to regard partition as falling short of its long-term objectives.

Evriviades starts off his piece by referring to a UK Foreign Office document dated 12 September 1956 revealing that, despite Cyprus being in the throes of its campaign for enosis, Greece, through its foreign minister Evangelos Averoff, was actively promoting the idea of partitioning the island. Evriviades’ says:
‘In July 1956, while EOKA’s liberation struggle was fully underway, Evangelos Averoff was pushing the idea to American diplomats that Cyprus should be partitioned. In September 1956, Averoff repeated to Norway’s foreign minister Halvard Lange that partition was the only possible solution to the Cyprus Question. Two weeks later, Averoff suggested partition in two meetings with Turkey’s ambassador in Athens.’
On to the myths:

1. Sampson and EOKA B organised the coup
Evriviadis says that EOKA B was not involved in the coup and that Nikos Sampson [later installed as president] was completely irrelevant to it. The coup was organised from Athens and was carried out by junta officers in Cyprus, using forces from ELDYK [Hellenic Force in Cyprus] and elite units from the Cyprus National Guard.

Sampson, with a number of bodyguards, came out on to the streets of Nicosia on the morning of the coup on 15 July to find out what was going on. He was arrested along with his bodyguards and held in the basement of the headquarters of the National Guard. Only later, when his identity became known, was Sampson taken to the office of the junta’s main henchman in Cyprus, Brigadier Michalis Georgitsis, who had orchestrated the coup. Because no eminent Cypriots – such as Glafkos Clerides – would agree to be sworn in to replace the deposed (but still alive) president, Archbishop Makarios, Sampson was chosen, even if Sampson was regarded as ‘insane’, both by Athens junta leader Dimitrios Ioannides (who became head of EOKA B when General Georgios Grivas died in January 1974) and Ioannides’ EOKA B representative in Cyprus, Lefteris Papadopoulos.

Despite, Ioannides’ anger and disappointment that the ‘insane’ Sampson was the only man that could be found to make president of Cyprus, the two began to co-operate, with Ioannides’ first order to Sampson being: ‘Nicky, bring me Mouskos’ (i.e. Makarios’) head.’(«Νικολάκη, θέλω το κεφάλι του Μούσκου»).

As for EOKA B, by the beginning of July 1974, it was disintegrating, with its entire local leadership in prison. With the coup, its remaining members took the opportunity to kill resisters and other political opponents. Prior to the coup, EOKA B actions sought to foment conditions of civil war among Greek Cypriots, following the strictures and techniques laid down by the Nato-inspired anti-communist Operation Gladio. The Greek version of Gladio was Κόκκινη Προβιά, and this was applied in Cyprus throughout the reign of the Athens junta (1967-1974). The creation of EOKA B in 1971 and its subsequent activities were products of Κόκκινη Προβιά.

2. The objective of the coup was enosis
Not at all.
Unadulterated, real enosis had been abandoned by Athens in 1957, if not 1956. Any discussion of enosis after the events of 1963-64 [i.e. the Turkish Cypriot uprising] referred to ‘double enosis’, i.e. partition or, more correctly, the dissolution of the Republic of Cyprus and the annexation of some 60% of the island by Greece, with the rest going to Turkey.

Any assertion by the junta that its actions in Cyprus were motivated by a desire for enosis is sheer hypocrisy. The aim of the Ioannides junta was more simple: it was the survival of the junta regime – which felt threatened by a free and democratic Cyprus and by Turkey in the Aegean. By removing the ‘Red Priest’ [Makarios] in Cyprus, Ioannides believed he was providing a valuable service to his sponsor, the USA, which loathed Makarios and regarded him as an impediment to their plans for the island. Ioannides hoped that by doing the Americans a favour, Washington would restrain Turkey not only in Cyprus but also in the Aegean, where Turkey had begun to make threatening noises in November 1973.

3. The objective of the coup was partition
Yes and No.
It’s true that both the Georgios Papadopoulos (1967-73) and Dimitrios Ioannides (1973-74) juntas were reconciled to the partition of Cyprus, which when they weren’t calling it ‘double enosis’ were calling it ‘enosis with something in return’. Partition was also the ideal solution and strategic aim of the USA.

However, was partition Turkey’s objective on Cyprus? And was Ankara prepared to work first with the Papadopoulos’ and then the Ioannides’ regimes to bring about the division of Cyprus?

Here we are confronted with another myth, that Turkey’s aim was and continues to be the partitioning of Cyprus. Until August 1964, this was the case, but afterwards, it is not so. In August 1964, Turkey rejected partition as envisaged by the Acheson Plan (Greece had accepted the plan), because partition would not have solved its main strategic preoccupation, which was to prevent Greece extending its sovereignty to Cyprus. From this point on, Turkey altered its Cyprus policy in favour of the dissolution of the Republic of Cyprus and the creation of a federation of two autonomous states on the island [the ‘rulers in the north, partners in the south’ scenario] which would allow geostrategic control of Cyprus to pass to Turkey. Ioannides may have had the aim of partitioning Cyprus, but not Turkey. The form the Turkish invasion of Cyprus took and Turkey’s current Cyprus policy prove this beyond doubt.

The religious dimension of the Crimean War

In his book, Crimea: The Last Crusade, Orlando Figes argues the Crimean War's ideological underpinnings were religious. 
 
French Catholic opinion feared Russia wanted to spread the Orthodox ‘heresy’ across Europe and called for a ‘holy war’ against Russians and Greeks in defence of Catholicism.

The Turks viewed the Crimean War as a jihad to regain land around the Danube, Black Sea and Caucasus humiliatingly lost to the Russian infidel in the last 80 years.

While Russia, a Byzantine formation, saw it as its right and duty, ‘its divine mission’, to crush the Ottoman empire, retake Constantinople and redeem its brethren, both Slav and Orthodox, living under Muslim yoke.

British Protestants saw Orthodoxy as ‘semi-pagan’, the Russians as modern Attilas whose hordes threatened Western civilisation while the Greeks – seen as collaborating with Russian imperialism against Turkey – were ‘a besotted, dancing, fiddling race’.

British Protestant distaste for Orthodoxy, the view that Orthodox Christians weren’t really Christians at all, justified fighting on the side of Muslim Turkey against Christian Russia.

For British Protestants, Orthodox Christians were best off under Turkish rather than Tsarist rule. Protestants felt more affinity to austere Islam than Orthodoxy and Turkish rule also gave British missionaries more chance to convert Orthodox Christians to Protestantism.

Some British Protestants even hoped to convert the Turks, encapsulating the liberal imperialist belief, still around today, that the barbarian once exposed to the self-evidently superior ways of the West will give up his culture for the more advanced one being offered to him.

Kazantzakis on the raising of Lazarus

 In Nikos Kazantzakis’ The Last Temptation, Lazarus (whose feast day is on the Saturday before Holy Week), after being resurrected by Christ, doesn't seamlessly resume his old life but carries around the taint of death with him and becomes an object of fear, loathing, suspicion and ridicule.
 
‘Fatigued and reticent, Lazarus sat in the darkest corner of his house, for light bothered him. His legs, arms and belly were swollen and green. His bloated face was cracked all over and it exuded a yellowish-white liquid which soiled the white shroud which he continued to wear: it had stuck to his body and could not be removed. His sisters Martha and Mary were cleansing him of the soil and of the small earthworms which had attached themselves to him. The peasants came and stayed just a few moments to examine him attentively and speak to him. He answered their questions wearily with a laconic yes or no; and then others came from the village or the surrounding towns. Today the blind village chief came too. He put out his hand and fingered him avidly. “Did you have a pleasant time in Hades?” he asked, laughing. “You’re a lucky fellow, Lazarus. Now you know all the secrets of the underworld. But don’t reveal them, wretch, or you’ll drive everyone up here crazy.” He leaned over to his ear and, half joking, half trembling, asked, “Worms, eh? Nothing but worms?” He waited a considerable time, but Lazarus did not answer. The blind man became enraged, took his staff, and left.’

Theodoros Kolokotronis: ‘one of the leaders of our race’

One of my favourite parts in one of my favourite Nikos Kazantzakis’ books is the following from Travels in Greece: Journey to the Morea, in which the Cretan author reflects on the character of perhaps the foremost hero of the Greek War of Independence, Theodoros Kolokotronis, the Old Man of the Morea. I’ve always liked Kazantzakis’ description of Kolokotronis, which has him, for 50 years, patiently preparing for the fight against the Turks, for the moment when his life would begin and take meaning.

The Old Man of the Morea
Today as I sit in a Tripolitan coffeehouse watching the people and listening to their talk, I sense that if I were a young man living in Tripolis, I would concentrate – in order to save myself – upon the rich, aggressive and valiant soul of Kolokotronis. Here in Tripolis, air and mountain are still filled with his ample breath. From the days he spent as a merchant in Zakynthos, gazing at the mountains of Morea across the way, sighing:

I see the spreading sea, and afar the Morea,
Grief has seized me, and great yearning…


until his censure by the land that he liberated, and those final serene moments when Charon found him, Kolokotronis’ life was a dramatic, characteristic unfolding of a rich modern Greek soul: faith, optimism, tenacity, valour, a certain, practical mind, deceptive versatility, like Odysseus.

When the penpushers all lost their bearings, or the tin-soldier generals bickered among themselves, Kolokotronis would see the simplest, most effective solution. Gentle and softhearted when it served the great purpose, harsh and savage when necessary. Harsh and savage most of all with himself. When he served as a corsair on the ‘black ships’ he once found himself without tobacco. He opened his pipe and scraped it in order to get some burned tobacco to make a cigarette. But at the same instant he started to smoke, he felt ashamed. ‘Here’s a man for you,’ he muttered to himself with scorn. ‘Here’s a man who wants to save his country, and can’t even save himself from an inconsequential habit.’ And he flung the cigarette away.

Thus he conditioned and hardened himself, in order to be prepared. For years in foreign armies he studied the art of war, the ‘manual of arms’; aboard ship he learned the risalto, the assault; he made himself ready. And when the revolution burst out he was primed, fifty years old by then, organised from top to toe. Armed to the teeth. He had amassed knowledge by the quintal, cunning, bravery, wide experience; he wrought songs to relieve his ‘yearning’; by contributing an axiom at a crucial moment he would silence the unorganised chatter. Our modern Greek problems have not yet found more profound, humorous and epigrammatic expression.

He had both impulse and restraint, he knew how to retreat so that he could advance; hemmed in by enemies, Greeks and Turks, he was forced to mobilise all his bravery and wile so that the Race would not be lost. Often all would desert him, he would be left alone in the mountains, and then burst out weeping. He sobbed like the Homeric heroes, with his long hair and helmet; he sobbed and was refreshed. He regained his fortitude, formulated new schemes in his mind, sent off messages, involved the elders once more, mocked the Turks, conciliated the Greeks; and the struggle began again.

Kolokotronis, with all his faults and virtues, is one of the leaders of our race. Here in Tripolis, which he took with mind and sword, his scent still lingers dissipated in the air; with patience and concentration a youth should be able to reconstruct, as model and guide, the peerless Old Man. And thus, with a struggle now invisible and spiritual, to reconquer and ravish Tripolis.

Eric Ambler on the Smyrna holocaust

 
 
In his classic noir novel The Mask of Dimitrios (1939), which concerns the efforts of second-rate crime writer Charles Latimer as he pieces together the murky life and career of Dimitrios Makropoulos, from his time in Smyrna’s dying days to his subsequent rise through the inter-war Balkan and Parisian underworlds, betraying, robbing and murdering his way into becoming a respectable European businessman, Eric Ambler provides a graphic account of the events that propelled the Levantine on his dark path, the fall of Smyrna to Kemalist forces in 1922.

‘Their lust for infidel blood still unsatisfied, the Turks swept on. On the ninth of September, they occupied Smyrna.

‘For a fortnight, refugees from the oncoming Turks had been pouring into the city to swell the already large Greek and Armenian populations. They had thought that the Greek army would turn and defend Smyrna. But the Greek army had fled. Now they were caught in a trap. The holocaust began.

‘The register of the Armenian Asia Minor Defence League had been seized by the occupying troops, and, on the night of the tenth, a party of regulars entered the Armenian quarters to find and kill those whose names appeared on the register.

‘The Armenians resisted and the Turks ran amok. The massacre that followed acted like a signal.

‘Encouraged by their officers, the Turkish troops descended next day upon the non-Turkish quarters of the city and began systematically to kill. Dragged from their houses and hiding places, men, women and children were butchered in the streets which soon became littered with mutilated bodies. The wooden walls of the churches, packed with refugees, were drenched with benzine and fired. The occupants who were not burnt alive were bayoneted as they tried to escape. In many parts looted houses had also been set on fire and now the flames began to spread.

‘At first, attempts were made to isolate the blaze. Then, the wind changed, blowing the fire away from the Turkish quarter, and further outbreaks were started by the troops. Soon, the whole city, with the exception of the Turkish quarter and a few houses near the Kassamba railway station, was burning fiercely. The massacre continued with unabated ferocity. A cordon of troops was drawn round the city to keep the refugees within the burning area. The streams of panic-stricken fugitives were shot down pitilessly or driven back into the inferno.

The narrow, gutted streets became so choked with corpses that, even had the would-be rescue parties been able to endure the sickening stench that arose, they could not have passed along them. Smyrna was changed from a city into a charnel-house. Many refugees had tried to reach ships in the inner harbour. Shot, drowned, mangled by propellers, their bodies floated hideously in the blood-tinged water. But the quayside was still crowded with those trying frantically to escape from the blazing waterfront, buildings toppling above them a few yards behind. It was said that the screams of these people were heard a mile out at sea. Giaur Izmir – infidel Smyrna – had atoned for its sins.

‘By the time that dawn broke on the fifteenth of September, over one hundred and twenty thousand persons had perished; but somewhere amidst that horror had been Dimitrios, alive.’

Tsitsanis, rembetika and Indian music

In the book, Βασίλης Τσιτσάνης: H ζωή μου, το έργο μου, consisting of interviews Vassilis Tsitsanis gave in the mid-1970s to Kostas Hatzidoulis, the great rembetika musician recalls with bitterness the decline of the rembetika song in the 1950s and squarely pins the blame on unscrupulous composers and producers who would rip off tunes from Indian records and films – Indian films were popular in Greece in the 1950s – and present them as Greek creations. This is what Tsitsanis says (my translation): ‘Indian rule (Ινδοκρατία) started to prevail in the field of popular music in the first few years of the 1950s… Those irresponsible so-called composers, without a trace of shame, took music from Indian records and, after changing the lyrics into Greek, presented them to the public as their own creations and genuine Greek songs. An unprecedented wave of Indian songs swept over our country… ‘Everything we [rembetika and popular music] composers had created with sweat and blood was swept away by Indian rule. And yet nobody ever spoke out against these criminals… nobody denounced them so that the entire world could learn who, in cold blood, had killed genuine popular music. ‘One of these criminals would go with his tape recorder to cinemas playing Indian films and record the tunes. After, he would write new lyrics, make the record and have a big hit. And when I say "hit", I’m talking at least 100,000 records. With each record they put out, they were able to buy themselves a new flat.’ One of the most famous songs to come out of this Greek-Indian fusion is Δεν Με Πονεσε Κανεις (No one ever hurt for me); the tune for which comes from the Bollywood classic, Mother India (1957). The first video above is the original song from the Indian film; the second video is the Greek version (Δεν Με Πονεσε Κανεις) sung by Eleni Vitali. Also, in Radio Akritas I’ve made available the song as sung by Eleftheria Arvanitaki, from her first solo album, Eleftheria. From the same album, I’ve included in Radio Akritas two Tsitsanis songs: Αραπικο Λουλουδι and Με Πηρε Το Ξημερωμα Στους Δρομους. This last song is one of the darkest in the Tsitsanis’ repertoire. The lyrics are Alekos Angelopoulos’. Με πήρε το ξημέρωμα στους δρόμους να σκέφτομαι και να παραμιλώ καρδούλα πώς άντεξες τους πόνους που μ' έχουν καταντήσει πια τρελό. Μια λέξη απ' το στόμα μου δε βγαίνει γιατί έφυγε και τούτη η βραδιά λες και την καταδίκη μου να φέρει η μέρα που 'ρχεται μες στην καρδιά. Με πήρε το ξημέρωμα στους δρόμους ανθρώπινο κουρέλι τριγυρνώ καρδούλα μου πώς άντεξες τους πόνους με τις φουρτούνες τούτες που περνώ.