By Somerset Maugham[pdf]

I have been reading a collection of short stories by Somerset [thanks Kate for the suggestion] and while I like all the ones I have read, this particular one in a way deals with why I have come to abhor religion and its missionaries peddlers.

We have here a missionary man and his wife who think they have been sent by their god to save the world, from I don’t know what. This man, Davidson, would do everything in his power, even if it means to bankrupt a man to get what he wants. He is the type of man I honestly wouldn’t be too sad if he died.

This particular story is set in a remote island where the Davidsons and a Dr. Macphail and his wife have stopped for  a short period after a passenger in the boat they were travelling in is diagnosed with measles. They find lodging in the only sensible lodging house not far from the harbour. Joining them in the guest house is Sadie Thompson, a lady of the night. On several nights, she has guests in her room where they have drinks and play music from her gramophone. This infuriates Davidson who wants her chased out of the house and when this fails, he goes to the governor of the island and has her deported or rather she will be on the first boat that shall set sail from the island.

During the few days to the arrival of the boat, Sadie is brought to her knees by the missionary. She can no longer host anyone or play the gramophone. It is a lonely existence and it’s made worse by the rains which seem never to stop falling. Somerset calls it a deluge. You would think by the time it stops raining, there shall be no more water in the heavens.

Davidson is a heartless man. The pleas by Dr. Macphail and Sadie that he relents fall on deaf ears, even when Sadie tells him she doesn’t want to go to San F for there she will be thrown in jail, he doesn’t relent. He tells her to accept the suffering as an offering at the foot of Jesus. Every time Davidson speaks in this story, I feel like am about to throw up.

On the day of the deportation, his body is found half immersed in water with a slit across his throat. His body is taken to the morgue, the wife and Mrs. Macphail escort her to see the body. When they return they hear the gramophone playing and Sadie seems to have had a rebirth. The ladies pass to go upstairs leaving Dr. Macphail behind. He is enraged, tears of the record and on his way out, they have this conversation

“Say, doc, you can that stuff with me. What the hell are you doin` in my room? “
“What do you mean?” he cried. “What d`you mean?”
She gathered herself together. No one could describe the scorn of her expression or the
contemptuous hatred she put into her answer.
“You men! You filthy, dirty pigs! You`re all the same, all of you. Pigs! Pigs!”

and it finally dawns on us what Davidson had done to her and how he met his death. I say good riddance to the missionaries.

I have now to tell you why I have no sympathies for Davidson. None at all. Listen to him

“You see, they were so naturally depraved that they wouldn’t`t be brought to see their wickedness. We had to make sins out of what they thought were natural actions. We had to make it a sin, not only to commit adultery and to lie and thieve, but to expose their bodies, and to dance and not to come to church. I made it a sin for a girl to show her bosom and a sin for a man not to wear trousers.”

Dr. Macphail asks how he was able to do this and with pride he says

“I instituted fines. Obviously the only way to make people realise that an action is sinful is to punish them if they commit it. I fined them if they didn’t come to church, and I fined them if they danced. I fined them if they were improperly dressed. I had a tariff, and every sin had to be paid for either in money or work. And at last I made them understand.”

In his vanity he continues to say

“You must remember that in the last resort I could expel them from their church membership.”

which meant

They couldn`t sell their copra. When the men fished they got no share of the catch. It meant something very like starvation.

All this in the name of doing god’s duty. I am appalled by the things religion can lead a man to. And this isn’t far from what the missionaries did when they came to Africa. And in their wake, they have left most African half educated. They can speak a bit of English and do some math and that’s it. No matter what the stooges in power do, all they do is fucking pray! I hate religion and its peddlers!

Now that you have my very biased opinion of Davidson, here is a very christian meditation on the story.


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As Onyango Makagutu I am Kenyan, as far as I am a man, I am a citizen of the world

24 thoughts on “Rain

  1. I’ll have to read this. thanks for posting. I’ll skip the christian take on it. I’m sure it’s long and I already know what it’ll say.


  2. ladysighs says:

    Really really interesting. I like all your reviews.


  3. As soon as you started telling the story, I thought ‘I remember that’. The good thing about Maugham though, even when you know you have read the stories before and remember parts or most of them, they are still a good read yet again.

    Anyway I’m pleased if you are enjoying them (see, not selfless me). I found Rain, quite a tough one.


    • makagutu says:

      I was looking forward to Davidson being won over by Sadie. It was going to be the coolest victory for me.
      All the stories have been captivating. He is a great story teller


  4. archaeopteryx1 says:

    I’ve posted this before, but it seems appropriate here —

    “When the white missionaries came to Africa they had the Bible and we had the land. They said ‘Let us pray.’ We closed our eyes. When we opened them, we had the Bible and they had the land.” — Desmond Tutu —


  5. Tish Farrell says:

    Hm. Missionaries. Bound to drive me wild especially on the colonial Africa front. That these people were well meaning is not excuse enough for the consequences of their actions. The wretched arrogance, the drumming up of baptismal recruits while they, the judgemental spiritual elite are proselytising their ‘christian’ presumption of African inferiority in terms of culture and belief – the doling out of hell alongside notions of ‘being saved’, what a devil’s brewpot…


  6. archaeopteryx1 says:

    Actually, the character of “Sadie Thompson” became quite the popular character – she was the heroine of a book, the name of which escapes me at the moment, and I haven’t time to look it up, in which she operated a whore-house in Honolulu, Hawaii, during WW II, as well as the subject of a 1928 American silent drama film, starring Gloria Swanson and Lionel Barrymore, then later, in 1953, another movie, with Rita Hayworth in the title role.


  7. aguywithoutboxers says:

    Power corrupts and creates greed. Proof of this is found in your story, my Nairobi brother. Thanks for posting this. Once religion gains power, it transforms itself into a monster and manipulates, poisons and sees itself as promoting itself only. Excellent parable! Much love and naked hugs! )


  8. ejwinner says:

    I went over and read the Christian reading by Fernandez. I feel all accepted and loved now.
    I found it interesting that he ignored the full implications of the final scene, and chose to read the story as a parable concerning Davidson’s ‘despair,’ borne of a lack of a personal relationship with the loving Father (isn’t it always?).
    Even the evident meaning of the words on the page are lost to those who interpret everything in the light of their religious beliefs.
    As to the missionary issue, you’ve said it all, and I agree with you. There have undoubtedly been some well-meaning missionaries, but the missionary project was always about cultural conquest, usually for monetary gain.


    • makagutu says:

      There is always a christian who will paint their god to look nice forgetting that the one who saw the god as a vengeful god also referred to the same frigging book.


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