When I started my new job, I thought that I would be dealing with a completely random selection of books. However, I've noticed that each donation has its own unique theme. This week I've dealt with the library of a psychiatrist, a collection of books by Jewish writers and a some rather strange titles about Australia and New Zealand, all published in the 1880s. Here are two examples of the latter:
I somehow doubt that the author was referring to the Aborigines.
In the second example, the heathen Maoris are being given a good talking to by the Pioneer Bishop. The book contains some illustrations of grim-looking schools, built for the education of the natives.
Although the books were very different from each other, they all shared an appalling attitude towards the indigenous population.
This episode in British history is obviously highly regretable, but would you want to live in a world without Rolf Harris?*
* From a 2014 perspective the answer may be yes.