Two sets of human attributes are most fascinating to us. The first are
those which we believe we share with others and so enhance our common
humanity. The second, and more dangerous, and those which we believe
show up our differences, and help us to define ourselves, both as
groups and as individuals. Those differences sometimes give grist to
primitive and irrational racism.
Sartjie Baartman was a young Koisan (the current non-racist word used
for people formerly known as Hottentots and bushmen) woman born in the
1790s into the serving classes in Cape Town in the important and
remote trading teritory of Dutch/British South Africa. She was very
pretty and had a most enormous and, for Europe, unusual steatopygic bottom. She was brought to London and exhibited as a kind of freak show. She went on to Paris, and died there around 1815.
In London, anti-slavery campaigners had agitated for her human rights; in Paris she was seen as of scientific interest, and eventually dehumanised. Following her early death, she became a specimen on the shelves of a Paris museum. Following South Africa's renaissance under Mr Mandela, he requestedthat her remains be returned to her native country, which they duly were, and there she has achieved a mother-of-the-nation status.
Rachel Holmes' book starts with the historical background of Sartjie's
origins in Cape Town and follows her journeys to London and Paris and
her final return home to modern South Africa. The book is highly
readable and authoritative, not sparing in criticism of the
absurdities of the European scientists of the era nor of the details
of Saartje's short and tragic life. Read it and weep.