Moffat, Alexander

Riach, Alan

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Riach, A. and Moffat, A. (2016) John Bellany, Elsie Inglis and the Scottish 
Women’s Hospitals. National, 2016, 25 March. 
 
This is the author’s final accepted version. 
 
There may be differences between this version and the published version. 
You are advised to consult the publisher’s version if you wish to cite from 
it. 
 
http://eprints.gla.ac.uk/150162/                                                                                                
 
 
 
 
 
 
Deposited on: 19 October 2017 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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John Bellany, Elsie Inglis and the Scottish Women’s Hospitals 
Alan Riach and Alexander Moffat (Friday 25 March 2016) 
 
In the Scottish Parliament building at Holyrood, that magnificent structure designed by the 
Spanish architect Enric Miralles, punningly and happily described by the poet Kathleen Jamie 
as “a watershed”, there is currently an exhibition entitled “John Bellany and the Scottish 
Women’s Hospitals”. It opened in January and will run to 16 April 2016. There is some 
serious provocation in this exhibition, an insistence that we do some deep thinking about the 
relations between politics, medicine, poetry and art. 
Ezra Pound, in his essay, “The Serious Artist” from 1913, said this: “The arts give us 
a great percentage of the lasting and unassailable data regarding the nature of man, of 
immaterial man, of man considered as a thinking and sentient creature. They begin where the 
science of medicine leaves off or rather they overlap that science. The borders of the two arts 
overcross.” He went on: “As there are in medicine the art of diagnosis and the art of cure, so 
in the arts, in the particular arts of poetry and of literature, there is the art of diagnosis and the 
art of cure.” 
 Nowadays, we would insist on saying, “man and woman” but he has a point. 
 Approaching the exhibition with this in mind is revealing. In the 1890s, Elsie Inglis, 
who had been deeply involved and active in the suffrage movement, was pioneering her 
vision of medical treatment. Self-confident, her career continued in Edinburgh as doctor and 
surgeon specialising in treating women and children. When the First World War broke out 
she marched into the War Office and offered her services to do something valuable. She was 
dismissed with the advice, “My good lady, go home and sit still.” Instead, she offered her 
services to the French, who accepted them. 
Liz Lochhead’s poem, “The Ballad of Elsie Inglis” tells her story. Born in India in 
1864, she trained in the Edinburgh School of Medicine for Women when it opened in 1886. 
(Women students had been admitted to the Glasgow School of Art for the first time only one 
year earlier.) She studied at the Royal Infirmary in Glasgow, becoming one of the very first 
women to qualify as a doctor and surgeon in 1892, at the age of 27. She worked in hospitals 
across the UK and set up clinics for women and children in Edinburgh, often paying for 
treatment for poorer patients who could not otherwise have afforded it. She joined the 
suffrage movement and was a member of the National Union of Women’s Suffrage Societies. 
When war was declared in August 1914, she was nearly 50 years old. 
She set up the Scottish Women’s Hospitals throughout Europe, in France, Serbia, 
Macedonia and Russia, treating soldiers from the trenches, wounded by shrapnel and 
suffering from gangrene, frost-bite, infections of all kinds. More than 1,500 women signed up 
to work in these hospitals, from all sorts of social strata, from crofters to landowners, freeing 
themselves from the social constrictions of Edwardian Britain to do something worthwhile in 
the wider world of Europe, forming friendships and making new companions in foreign 
lands. These were new contexts for new priorities, very different from the ethos of the 
pompous conservative buffoon who had told Elsie to “go home and sit still”. These were 
times of emancipation for women. Margaret Morris, dancer, lifelong partner of the artist J.D. 
Fergusson, was of the same generation. Lochhead’s poem concludes that throughout the long 
years of the war, Elsie had “always known / Exactly what she was fighting / And what she 
was fighting for.” In 1917, she died of cancer, which she had kept concealed from her 
colleagues. 
The exhibition charts her life – physically, she bears a striking resemblance to Hugh 
MacDiarmid: a high forehead, features squeezed into the lower two-thirds of the face, curly 
hair frizzing straight out of her skull, a terrier-like aptitude and fighting-fit stance, eager eyes 
that seem to spark with intelligence – and the story of the hospitals is documented with 
photographs, maps and objects, kit-bags, medical instruments and bits of machinery. But 
what lifts all this into another kind of urgency is both Lochhead’s poem and pre-eminently, 
John Bellany’s paintings and drawings of wounded men and compassionate nurses and 
doctors. 
Famously, Bellany underwent surgery for a liver transplant in 1988 and his gratitude 
towards the medical staff who looked after him was immense. He was overwhelmed with 
admiration when he heard the story of Elsie Inglis and her women’s hospitals. In Helen 
Bellany’s words, he saw “their sheer courage, commitment and exhaustion in the relentless 
effort to give that vital comfort, hope and compassion to the desperately ill and dying.” 
During the First World War, German artists were pre-eminent in the condemnation of 
the madness of what was happening: Otto Dix, Max Beckman and George Grosz produced 
vivid, sometimes satiric, often horrific images that have lasting effect. They had a language in 
painting that could represent the horrors of war in a way that was extremely unfamiliar to 
their audiences. There was nothing chauvinistic, heroic or simplistic about it: these were 
depictions of human beings slaughtering each other and no glorious fatherland was to be 
celebrated here. All the worst excesses of patriotism had been stripped away in a declaration 
of common humanity at its most vulnerable and self-destructive. Willing and ignorant people 
were murdering each other while bankers, weapons-manufacturers and the industries that 
supplied them, were raking in the profits. 
Bellany never experienced the horrors of war at first hand but he did know the doctors 
and nursing professionals who treated him in the 1980s. This took further his understanding 
that the barbarous aspect of humanity most powerfully brought to his attention in the visit he 
made to Buchenwald in 1967, could be countered by strength of will, priorities of sympathy 
and compassion, hard work and humanism. His experience of what remained as a memorial 
to the Nazi death camps went deep, and produced some of his most distinctive, shocking 
works of the 1960s and 70s. These are the works that match those of Dix, Beckman and 
Grosz. 
There is an older precedent for the depiction and response to war in paintings, stories 
and poems that is relevant here: Goya’s series, “The Disasters of War” from the early 19th 
century. These were politicised, polemical, passionate works, unmatched by any 
contemporary artist. Bellany knew them well, and his experience of the traditions of art was 
complemented by what he had seen on television in the 1960s: programmes about the First 
and Second World Wars, documentaries showing how war was an extension of particular 
activities and priorities in the social and business world, made at the expense of common 
humanity. He was able to bring his attentions to bear on the meaning and consequences of 
20th-century war and his paintings show this. Therefore, after his experience as a patient close 
to death in hospital, he was able also to depict conditions of suffering, care, and recuperation 
and the value of human decency to set lasting value before our eyes. Beckman had seen death 
at first hand in a field hospital beside the trenches, Bellany had been close to death himself, in 
hospital. In both locations, people were dying every night. The experiences of Beckman and 
Bellany were threaded on the lines of their memories. After he left hospital, that personal 
experience and his memories of the art of the two world wars, the fact of such inhumanity 
and the fact of such human commitment to helping, to medicine, to caring, sustained Bellany 
deeply. 
In the 60s and 70s, new critical questions were being asked about the First World War 
and an anti-war movement spoke to the people through Benjamin Britten’s War Requiem and 
equally powerful, desperately moving, desperately undervalued, almost unheard, so rarely 
performed Dona Nobis Pacem by the Scottish composer Ronald Center. There was 
republication and new familiarity with the English poets of the First World War, Wilfred 
Owen and Siegfried Sassoon. There were protests against Vietnam and the growing strength 
of the CND: the prioritisation of the virtues of peace came to the forefront in public 
discourse. 
In the 21st century, to a fearful extent, this has been eclipsed. All the rhetoric of 
heroism, wars against terror, violence to match violence, is commonplace to a degree that 
probably resembles the public rhetoric of a hundred years ago more than that of the 1960s 
and 70s. 
For example, think of the film King and Country, directed by Joseph Losey in 1964, 
on the fiftieth anniversary of the outbreak of World War One. Tom Courteney played a 
soldier in the trenches of World War One who is caught walking away from the conflict, tried 
for desertion, defended by a lawyer played by Dirk Bogarde, and executed by firing squad. 
The story is almost exactly parallel to that of Lewis Grassic Gibbon’s Ewan Tavendale, in the 
novel Sunset Song (1932). The shock and impact of the film would remain with anyone who 
saw it in the 1960s, but the key questions are these: Could such a film be made in the 21st 
century? If not, why not? If it were, would it be shown widely? And if it were, what possible 
impact could it have?  
Why is it that in 2016 we’re being told so much that war is the solution? Even the 
anti-war protests that were visible when Tony Blair decided to bomb Iraq seem to have been 
flushed into historical oblivion. And when Labour politician Hillary Benn declared his 
approval of the Conservative Party initiative to bomb Syria on 2 December 2015, he was 
lauded and applauded as a potential leader of “the opposition”. Opposition to what? 
In Scotland, there is a major body of work by poets who experienced the Second 
World War, which in quality and range is at least as great as that more familiar body of 
poetry relating to the First World War. Think of the war poems of Sorley MacLean, 
extending to the Cold War and the outrageous wrong embodied in nuclear submarines, as 
described in his poem “Screapadal”. Think of George Campbell Hay’s “Bizerta”, Edwin 
Morgan’s “The New Divan” and Robert Garioch’s “The Muir”. Think of Hamish 
Henderson’s words, in Elegies for the Dead in Cyreneica: “There were ourselves, there were 
the others… / why should I not sing them, the dead, the innocent?” 
In this world, “There were no gods and precious few heroes”. 
Our politicians, as much as our poets, artists, composers and film-makers, need to 
make the diagnosis as tough as this. And compassion is only part of the cure. 


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     Riach, A. and Moffat, A. (2016) John Bellany, Elsie Inglis and the Scottish Women’s Hospitals. National, 2016, 25 March.  This is the author’s final accepted version.  There may be differences between this version and the published version. You are advised to consult the publisher’s version if you wish to cite from it.  http://eprints.gla.ac.uk/150162/                                                                                                      Deposited on: 19 October 2017             Enlighten – Research publications by members of the University of Glasgow http://eprints.gla.ac.uk  John Bellany, Elsie Inglis and the Scottish Women’s Hospitals Alan Riach and Alexander Moffat (Friday 25 March 2016)  In the Scottish Parliament building at Holyrood, that magnificent structure designed by the Spanish architect Enric Miralles, punningly and happily described by the poet Kathleen Jamie as “a watershed”, there is currently an exhibition entitled “John Bellany and the Scottish Women’s Hospitals”. It opened in January and will run to 16 April 2016. There is some serious provocation in this exhibition, an insistence that we do some deep thinking about the relations between politics, medicine, poetry and art. Ezra Pound, in his essay, “The Serious Artist” from 1913, said this: “The arts give us a great percentage of the lasting and unassailable data regarding the nature of man, of immaterial man, of man considered as a thinking and sentient creature. They begin where the science of medicine leaves off or rather they overlap that science. The borders of the two arts overcross.” He went on: “As there are in medicine the art of diagnosis and the art of cure, so in the arts, in the particular arts of poetry and of literature, there is the art of diagnosis and the art of cure.”  Nowadays, we would insist on saying, “man and woman” but he has a point.  Approaching the exhibition with this in mind is revealing. In the 1890s, Elsie Inglis, who had been deeply involved and active in the suffrage movement, was pioneering her vision of medical treatment. Self-confident, her career continued in Edinburgh as doctor and surgeon specialising in treating women and children. When the First World War broke out she marched into the War Office and offered her services to do something valuable. She was dismissed with the advice, “My good lady, go home and sit still.” Instead, she offered her services to the French, who accepted them. Liz Lochhead’s poem, “The Ballad of Elsie Inglis” tells her story. Born in India in 1864, she trained in the Edinburgh School of Medicine for Women when it opened in 1886. (Women students had been admitted to the Glasgow School of Art for the first time only one year earlier.) She studied at the Royal Infirmary in Glasgow, becoming one of the very first women to qualify as a doctor and surgeon in 1892, at the age of 27. She worked in hospitals across the UK and set up clinics for women and children in Edinburgh, often paying for treatment for poorer patients who could not otherwise have afforded it. She joined the suffrage movement and was a member of the National Union of Women’s Suffrage Societies. When war was declared in August 1914, she was nearly 50 years old. She set up the Scottish Women’s Hospitals throughout Europe, in France, Serbia, Macedonia and Russia, treating soldiers from the trenches, wounded by shrapnel and suffering from gangrene, frost-bite, infections of all kinds. More than 1,500 women signed up to work in these hospitals, from all sorts of social strata, from crofters to landowners, freeing themselves from the social constrictions of Edwardian Britain to do something worthwhile in the wider world of Europe, forming friendships and making new companions in foreign lands. These were new contexts for new priorities, very different from the ethos of the pompous conservative buffoon who had told Elsie to “go home and sit still”. These were times of emancipation for women. Margaret Morris, dancer, lifelong partner of the artist J.D. Fergusson, was of the same generation. Lochhead’s poem concludes that throughout the long years of the war, Elsie had “always known / Exactly what she was fighting / And what she was fighting for.” In 1917, she died of cancer, which she had kept concealed from her colleagues. The exhibition charts her life – physically, she bears a striking resemblance to Hugh MacDiarmid: a high forehead, features squeezed into the lower two-thirds of the face, curly hair frizzing straight out of her skull, a terrier-like aptitude and fighting-fit stance, eager eyes that seem to spark with intelligence – and the story of the hospitals is documented with photographs, maps and objects, kit-bags, medical instruments and bits of machinery. But what lifts all this into another kind of urgency is both Lochhead’s poem and pre-eminently, John Bellany’s paintings and drawings of wounded men and compassionate nurses and doctors. Famously, Bellany underwent surgery for a liver transplant in 1988 and his gratitude towards the medical staff who looked after him was immense. He was overwhelmed with admiration when he heard the story of Elsie Inglis and her women’s hospitals. In Helen Bellany’s words, he saw “their sheer courage, commitment and exhaustion in the relentless effort to give that vital comfort, hope and compassion to the desperately ill and dying.” During the First World War, German artists were pre-eminent in the condemnation of the madness of what was happening: Otto Dix, Max Beckman and George Grosz produced vivid, sometimes satiric, often horrific images that have lasting effect. They had a language in painting that could represent the horrors of war in a way that was extremely unfamiliar to their audiences. There was nothing chauvinistic, heroic or simplistic about it: these were depictions of human beings slaughtering each other and no glorious fatherland was to be celebrated here. All the worst excesses of patriotism had been stripped away in a declaration of common humanity at its most vulnerable and self-destructive. Willing and ignorant people were murdering each other while bankers, weapons-manufacturers and the industries that supplied them, were raking in the profits. Bellany never experienced the horrors of war at first hand but he did know the doctors and nursing professionals who treated him in the 1980s. This took further his understanding that the barbarous aspect of humanity most powerfully brought to his attention in the visit he made to Buchenwald in 1967, could be countered by strength of will, priorities of sympathy and compassion, hard work and humanism. His experience of what remained as a memorial to the Nazi death camps went deep, and produced some of his most distinctive, shocking works of the 1960s and 70s. These are the works that match those of Dix, Beckman and Grosz. There is an older precedent for the depiction and response to war in paintings, stories and poems that is relevant here: Goya’s series, “The Disasters of War” from the early 19th century. These were politicised, polemical, passionate works, unmatched by any contemporary artist. Bellany knew them well, and his experience of the traditions of art was complemented by what he had seen on television in the 1960s: programmes about the First and Second World Wars, documentaries showing how war was an extension of particular activities and priorities in the social and business world, made at the expense of common humanity. He was able to bring his attentions to bear on the meaning and consequences of 20th-century war and his paintings show this. Therefore, after his experience as a patient close to death in hospital, he was able also to depict conditions of suffering, care, and recuperation and the value of human decency to set lasting value before our eyes. Beckman had seen death at first hand in a field hospital beside the trenches, Bellany had been close to death himself, in hospital. In both locations, people were dying every night. The experiences of Beckman and Bellany were threaded on the lines of their memories. After he left hospital, that personal experience and his memories of the art of the two world wars, the fact of such inhumanity and the fact of such human commitment to helping, to medicine, to caring, sustained Bellany deeply. In the 60s and 70s, new critical questions were being asked about the First World War and an anti-war movement spoke to the people through Benjamin Britten’s War Requiem and equally powerful, desperately moving, desperately undervalued, almost unheard, so rarely performed Dona Nobis Pacem by the Scottish composer Ronald Center. There was republication and new familiarity with the English poets of the First World War, Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon. There were protests against Vietnam and the growing strength of the CND: the prioritisation of the virtues of peace came to the forefront in public discourse. In the 21st century, to a fearful extent, this has been eclipsed. All the rhetoric of heroism, wars against terror, violence to match violence, is commonplace to a degree that probably resembles the public rhetoric of a hundred years ago more than that of the 1960s and 70s. For example, think of the film King and Country, directed by Joseph Losey in 1964, on the fiftieth anniversary of the outbreak of World War One. Tom Courteney played a soldier in the trenches of World War One who is caught walking away from the conflict, tried for desertion, defended by a lawyer played by Dirk Bogarde, and executed by firing squad. The story is almost exactly parallel to that of Lewis Grassic Gibbon’s Ewan Tavendale, in the novel Sunset Song (1932). The shock and impact of the film would remain with anyone who saw it in the 1960s, but the key questions are these: Could such a film be made in the 21st century? If not, why not? If it were, would it be shown widely? And if it were, what possible impact could it have?  Why is it that in 2016 we’re being told so much that war is the solution? Even the anti-war protests that were visible when Tony Blair decided to bomb Iraq seem to have been flushed into historical oblivion. And when Labour politician Hillary Benn declared his approval of the Conservative Party initiative to bomb Syria on 2 December 2015, he was lauded and applauded as a potential leader of “the opposition”. Opposition to what? In Scotland, there is a major body of work by poets who experienced the Second World War, which in quality and range is at least as great as that more familiar body of poetry relating to the First World War. Think of the war poems of Sorley MacLean, extending to the Cold War and the outrageous wrong embodied in nuclear submarines, as described in his poem “Screapadal”. Think of George Campbell Hay’s “Bizerta”, Edwin Morgan’s “The New Divan” and Robert Garioch’s “The Muir”. Think of Hamish Henderson’s words, in Elegies for the Dead in Cyreneica: “There were ourselves, there were the others… / why should I not sing them, the dead, the innocent?” In this world, “There were no gods and precious few heroes”. Our politicians, as much as our poets, artists, composers and film-makers, need to make the diagnosis as tough as this. And compassion is only part of the cure. 

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