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Afghanistan
is as it has always been, a harsh land of bitter
division, a land of struggle, heroes and death.
It has, over time, proven itself also to be a
land of remarkable and unique creatures, both
human and canine.
One
hundred eighty eight years have passed since the
February morning in 1890 when The Honorable Mountstuart
Elphinstone entered the Lahore Gate of Peshawar,
the traditional winter home of the rulers of the
Kingdom of Kabul. Elphinstone was the first Englishman
to visit Peshawar. He had been sent by the rulers
of British India to win the favor of the incumbent
King, Shah Shuja. The Empire was expanding but
British India had yet to reach the Indus, and
between it and the land of the Afghan Tribes lay
the independent state of the Punjab. Peshawar
was the terminus for all trade routes east to
west, and it wore heavily the mantle of history
left by Darius, Alexander, Gengis Khan, Tamerlane
and Babur. It abounded with the resulting waves
of Persian, Greek, Hindu, Buddhist and Moslem
ways of life which trailed these leaders. On a
tour of the city, Elphinstone was literally lost
in the bazaar which was awash with all of Asia.
Chinese, Bokhara, Chitrali, Turkestani, Uzbeki,
Afghani, Pathan Yusufzai Afridi, Orakzai,and Hazara
traders and merchants offered goods, wares and
services of every conceivable type and origin.
This cornucopia seemed natural in this land, whose
borders were more idea than fact. This fabled
land, spoken of by traders in India as possessing
every possible land form and climate, from the
icy brutal mountains of the Hindu Kush to the
scorching screaming wasteland of the deserts of
Baluchistan. In the north, somewhere, was a border
with Turkestan, and far in the waste began Persia,
where exactly no one even asked. Certainly not
a pleasant place physically, but one which creates
unique creatures, be they man or dog. In men,
the qualities created were iron will, tenacity
in battle and love of tribe. In dogs, hunting
in such extreme climes and topography resulted
in unfailing sight, endless stamina and the ability
to pursue a variety of prey across both rock strewn
mountain and burning deserts in all manner of
weather. The strong fronts, solid toplines, powerful
rears, huge feet, and punishing jaws of The Standard
made success possible and are to be found in no
other breed in such a unique mix.
Shah
Shuja was indeed aware of the British in India
and despite his remote location, and that of his
Kingdom, had agreed to meet Elphinstone because
of concern of the designs of others on his Kingdom.
Some of these "others" were neighbors,
such as the Punjabi's, but more were living within
his very kingdom, the multitude of Afghani tribes
and clans. For the English, Shah Shuja's kingdom
lay along the suspected path of an idea which
would cement The Empire's greatness and wealth,
a land route to Europe from India. The English
concern over conquering the desolate wilderness,
while large, was all the while second in importance
to those concerns of the Kingdom of Kabul's neighbor
to the north, Czarist Russia, and the possibility
of Russian (or Napoleon's, if his invasion of
Russia was successful) intentions to reach the
sea.
Elphinstone
carried concerns for all this and knowledge of
little else with him into Peshawar that day as
he attempted to divine the context of it all,
based on his observations and his meetings with
Shah Shuja. He was expected to return to India
with good news and a strategy for carrying it
out. He knew he was operating in a region which
made the socially chaotic India appear as orderly
as an English public school. Charles Miller in
"Khyber" (MacMillan, 1977, pp xiv-xv)
describes the political landscape as follows:
"If
Afghanistan's national boundaries were uncertain,
Shah Shuja's rule was even more so. Afghanistan
could be seen not so much as a state than as an
uneasy state of mind - a murkily defined patchwork
of ever-shifting regional and clan alliances.
The country seemed to reenact the Arabian Nights.
Its princes lived in Babylonian opulence and wove
tortuous Machiavellian plots against each other,
while it's ragged masses slit one another's throats
to avenge real or imagined insults, or simply
for the hell of it. Shah Shuja held precarious
sway over a fickle, rapacious citizenry of unlettered,
bearded sharpshooters and knifemen whose allegiance
was split up capriciously among several of his
own relatives, each seeking the throne himself.
Indeed, at the time of Elphinstone's visit, a
tatterdemalion but well armed military force,
mobilized by Shah Shuja's half-brother Mahmud,
had captured Kabul and was marching toward the
Khyber Pass to lay siege to Peshawar."
Over
the next one hundred years, The British Empire
and Czarist Russian would invent and engage in
"The Great Game", and Afghanistan would
be the playing field. Play in the game was fierce
as invasions and occupations would cycle like
the tide against routs and massacres for both
the British and the Afghanis. The Great Game played
itself out through periods of active war, quiet
espionage and multifaceted subversion. By the
turn of the 20th century it all seemed to have
come full circle back to the beginning, with Afghanistan
unconquered and ungovernable and still largely
unknown and little understood, with British India
still looking at it's western borders and wondering.
Today the remains of that one hundred years can
be found in the irrefutable reputation of the
indomitable tenacity of the Afghani tribesmen
in battles since and also in the British Regimental
Crests painted on the rock walls of the road from
Peshawar to the Khyber Pass, honoring the dead,
the wearers of the Victoria Cross and the survivors.
Libraries
around the world overflow with detailed histories
of 19th century Afghanistan, all of which are
superior to anything which could be created here.
Sufficient time has passed to permit scholars
and historians, both eastern and western to review
events and add their perspectives. As we move
forward yet another one hundred years, to the
present, another century is about to close, indeed,
a millennium, and still Afghanistan remains at
war with itself, aided overtly and covertly by
neighbors to the east, north and west. Another
invasion was only recently risked. It, like all
the others failed, bringing with it the destruction
and suffering which always accompanies and outsiders'
enthusiastic abandon in subordinating the conquered.
But as with past invasions, Afghanistan threw
off this latest invader, and as another period
of "peace" was to come in the early
1990's, Mr. Miller's description of 1809 could
easily have come from a popular news magazine
of today, subject only to a few name changes.
It
is this ravaged land and rancorous history that
gave birth to our wonderful hounds. Indeed, their
very presence in the west is a result of "The
Great Game" as all the original imports to
London were made by serving officers of the British
Army and their wives. Major & Mrs. Bell-Murray
and Major & Mrs. Amps come immediately to
mind. From the whirling mass of tribes and clans
fermenting internal subterfuge to neighbors on
three sides plotting their own agendas for Afghanistan,
comes our breed, like the region, so utterly unique,
so striking in appearance, with a clouded history
and a troubled future. What is this dog and why
does it look so different ? Why does it behave
like no other ? Are it's carriage and gaze to
the distance really so different, or is it a romantic
rationalization for our lack of understanding
of such a "foreign" place ?
Strangers
on the street today invariably recognize Afghan
Hounds as "show dogs". Like so many
diplomats past and present, these individuals
rarely ask important follow-on questions relating
to who or what the dog really is and what it was
bred for. They simply call it a show dog because
it's expedient. Since their arrival in the west,
Afghan Hounds have been on constant display, usually
in the show ring. They seem to have attracted
persons out of the mainstream, those for whom
expedience matters little, as proven by the ownership
requirements of grooming, patience and special
understanding. This dog doesn't bring your slippers,
he eats them. WHY ? Because he wants to ! Like
the tribesmen who bred his ancestors, he will
not be dominated and generally will conduct himself
in a manner which he believes to be in his best
interest at the time. For such behavior he is
often punished by a new owner. The same person
who, once obsessed with "the look",
never bothered to ask the follow-on question.
This intractable Afghan Hound is often not punished
directly by beating, but simply by being turned
out of the home which had previously promised
to care for him, just as many nations have announced
their intentions of looking after Afghanistan,
only to abandon them when expedient. As Afghanis
have suffered homeless on the streets for centuries
during seemingly endless wars, both of domination
and of the internal variety, so our dogs suffer
on the streets of the west and languish in rescue
shelters. Homeless, hungry and living amongst
the rubble of war or abandonment, the integrity
of both Afghani man and Hound remains resolute
and defiant.
As
larger nations have historically pulled at the
various tribal groups in Afghanistan with specific
geopolitical motives in mind, so today we find
groups of Afghan Hound enthusiasts drawn to specific
aspects of this amazing creature while ignoring
those portions of the whole considered less desirable.
As the ruling classes disdained the "unlettered
bearded sharpshooters" that were the tribesmen,
preferring to conduct all activities with the
Shah and his family, so today we find the show
obsessed crowd disdainful of many of the "hound"
aspects of the Afghan Hound. Like the tribesmen,
this is a rough animal. It was bred to cover some
of the most hostile ground in the world, relentlessly
at high speeds, and to maneuver at will in response
to it's prey's flight. Killing is the end game.
Killing is easy and plentiful in Afghanistan.
It has become one of the land's legacies. Intelligent
and efficient killers in battle often emerge as
heroes in the battles of men. The bravest warrior
became tribal leaders, the top killing dogs emerged
as the Alpha Dog of the pack, and were prized
by their respective tribes. This instinct of pursuit
and killing remains strong in our dogs today as
anyone who has seen their Afghan Hound in the
presence of small mammals knows. Disdain is a
two way street, and it was the warrior tribesman
who likewise traditionally disdained the political
machinations and obsessions with material beauty
of the ruling class. Such obsessions often bringing
another war or attempted invasion in which the
fighting was left to the tribesmen. Families were
lost and bitterness grew until finally the various
factions who called themselves rulers all found
their backing suspect. Opposing the show obsessed
owners today are the tribesmen's counterparts
who own and breed their Afghan Hounds to live
exclusively in pursuit of prey in the killing
fields. They disdain anything which speaks of
the beauty, regal nature, and innate abilities
in the show ring in Afghan Hounds which the breed
carries like no other. Nothing matters but efficiency.
In this world The Standard is a concept and a
document of the show ring and those organizations
whose charter is the support of the ring, with
no apparent relation to the field Afghan Hound
and his prey. An ancient argument of form versus
function. The gap continues to grow until today
we see form in the ring and function in the field
and little chance of the two factions discussing
a middle road. What good is a beautiful graceful
Afghan Hound that can't or won't hunt ? What good
is the greatest hunting Afghan Hound in the field
if it doesn't have the look or construction of
an Afghan Hound as dictated by The Standard ?
Outside
forces pulling at Afghanistan. Hundreds of years
of documented history exist and still it continues.
Time passes, suffering continues, national development
is denied by wars, and during the lulls no progress
can be measured. Meanwhile, nothing remains static,
in the world of geopolitics or dogs. We have seen
the breed evolve from two major "types",
desert and mountain, into what is euphemistically
called "the modern Afghan Hound". Meanwhile
there remain diverse forces pulling at the breed
from the perspectives of ring and field. As there
always is, a small group attempts to remain centrist
in the argument, breeding the "whole"
dog of both form and function, but judges in both
ring and field become more focused on their particular
specialty. The resulting pull is three dimensional.
The larger parallel here can be seen in Afghanistan
today, as the Pathan Taliban, with the full material
support of Pakistan and Saudi Arabia, moved to
fill what they perceived as a vacuum during the
pause of civil war following the ejection of the
Soviet Union. The Taliban played little or no
role in this long struggle. Opposing them is Ahmad
Shah Massoud, a Afghan-Tajik who was the defense
Minister in the Rabbini Government, which was
formed as a result of an externally encouraged
compromised during this same pause in the civil
war. Massoud is also the tribal leader most responsible
for driving the Soviets from his land. He was
not, however, the primary beneficiary of US and
other western nations support during that effort.
That was the clan of Gulbhuddin Hekmatyar, another
Pathan then supported by Pakistan but since abandoned
for failure to align his philosophy with his benefactor.
Abdul Rashid Dostam is an Afghan-Uzbek and was
a General in the Army of the Soviet-backed Najibullah
regime, beaten by Massoud and the others. Today,
in the struggle against the Taliban, he is allied
with Massoud and the others. Today, in the struggle
against the Taliban, he is allied with Massoud,
and supported by Russia and Iran, while Pakistan
and Saudi Arabia continue to back the Taliban.
As in the 19th century, the west today watches,
but without the audacity of the Victorian British,
dabbling and trying to make sense of the maze
of alliances. In the 19th century it was trade
routes, today it is the routes of oil pipelines
which cause the interest of those outside of the
country. Miller's "murkily defined, ever
shifting patchwork of regional and clan alliances"
continues. Likewise with those who would define
the Afghan Hound.
Geopolitics,
economics, religion. The announced reasons behind
intervention and attempts to alter what Afghanistan
is continue to run in the circle of "The
Great Game." Enemies last decade are allies
presently, subject to tomorrow's unknown events,
which may cause yet another shift. The foreign
remain much the same as they have been throughout
the past two hundred years; Afghani tribes and
clans, Russia, Persia (Iran), the Indian subcontinent
and The West. Still, the tribesmen remain, each
a member of a distinct grouping, defiant with
weapons in hand, willing to die to keep control
of some of the earth's most desolate and unfriendly
land. Continuing generations of visitors continue
to describe him as fierce, proud and regal, while
beneath it he is probably penniless, hungry and
tired. But even as Kabul has laid waste again,
the fighting continues, and the support for additional
fighting continues to arrive from outside of Afghanistan's
borders. Meanwhile, in much more pleasant surroundings
far, far away, the dogs taken from this hostile
place continue to fascinate us with their appearance,
attitudes and physical abilities. We, like those
supporting the tribes and neighbors in conflict,
focus on that aspect of the dog we find most pleasing,
trying to ignore those which we find unpleasant.
If we try to take the breed back to the earlier
desert and mountain types, we shall bemoan our
regression, but we remain unable, or unwilling,
to publicly agree on what this dog should be.
The proof in this lies in that fact that today
we're presented with American, UK, Dutch, Australian
and other "types" of Afghan Hounds,
just as the foreign participant in the ongoing
war Afghanistan have "their" tribes.
As is usually the case in geopolitics, each of
us knows we've made the right choice. The stakes
were and remain high in The Great Game; possession
of Afghanistan. In The Great Game of The Breed,
the stakes are no less total; defining the breed
will become. History has shown us that the involved
factions in both efforts will stop at little to
achieve their ends.
Many
thought "The Great Game" was over when
the British left Afghanistan at the turn of the
century. We thought so again after the First World
War, and again after the Second World War and
again after the collapse of the recent Soviet
occupation. But "The Great Game" remains,
and the players and roles continue to shift. Meanwhile,
our breed's evolution continues in the ring, in
the field, in the kennels of breeders and in the
homes of pet owners worldwide. "Looks"
and fads in the breed come and go as do political
events west of the Khyber. Taking into account
the vastly disparate levels of importance in the
condition of man and dog, there remains something
at the core of things Afghani which seems to defy
solution. Unsettled as conditions are within both
the nation of Afghanistan and the breed, the resilience,
determination, and tenacity, along with some other
mysterious trait found deep within both the tribesman
and his hound, and unexplained to the rest of
us, seems, based on history, to guarantee their
future. It's most likely a future of continuing
conflict just as it is certainly likely to be
one which will be characterized by endless examination
of the soul of the character of the tribesman
and the Afghan Hound, and what each has been placed
here to accomplish.
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