New Book: Spy Princess

Noor Inayat Khan
The Princess Who Became a Spy

She was a Sufi pacifist who fought for Britain and died at the hands of the Gestapo. As a new biography separates truth from myth, Boyd Tonkin celebrates the remarkable Noor Inayat Khan. Published: 20 February 2006,
Sutton Publishing

This is the story of a young Indian Muslim woman who joined a secret organization dedicated to acts of sabotage, subversion and terrorism across Europe. A fierce critic of British imperialism, she worked with passion and audacity to damage and disrupt the forces of law and order. Captured, she proved impenitent and uncontrollable. She died a horrific death in custody. And now, perhaps, is the right time to revisit the life of Princess Noor-un-nisa Inayat Khan, George Cross, Croix de Guerre with gold star, MBE: the British secret agent who was kicked into a “bloody mess” on the stone floors of Dachau concentration camp through the night of 13 September 1944, and then shot with the word “Liberté” on her lips. Hers, after all, is a remarkable chapter in the history of Muslims in Britain and the West.

For more than half a century, myths, misconceptions and outright fantasies have crowded around the memory of Noor Inayat Khan. She was the first female radio operator sent into Nazi-occupied France by the Special Operations Executive (SOE). Through the frantic, terrifying summer of 1943, the untried 29-year-old spy found herself virtually in charge of Resistance communications in the Paris area as the Gestapo arrested cell after cell around her. The daughter of a famous Sufi mystic and musician, and an Indianised American mother, she was remembered by all as a “dreamy”, sensitive child. Yet Noor the spy became a tigress whose bravery and defiance startled – and outraged – her German jailers and torturers. A few responded differently. When told during his postwar interrogation about her death in Dachau, Hans Josef Kieffer – head of the Gestapo headquarters in Paris – apparently broke down in tears.

Controversies and rumors still abound. Noor’s posthumous career as a war heroine began in earnest in 1952, when her friend and comrade Jean Overton Fuller did her best to dispel the fog of confusion and misinformation left by her death in a book, Madeleine – Noor’s Resistance codename. Maurice Buckmaster, Noor’s colonel in SOE, and the top cryptographer Leo Marks both recalled her in their memoirs with an intense, possessive – but rather patronizing – affection that often makes for more heat than light. Marks, briefed to expect as his latest apprentice a “potty princess”, typically begins his recollections of their first encounter by writing that “no one had mentioned Noor’s extraordinary beauty”.

>From her spellbound SOE trainers at Beaulieu Manor to the governor of Pforzheim jail who came almost to revere the prisoner he kept in chains, Noor left no one unmoved. Yet her quiet charisma made fancy corrupt fact. In recent years, two colorful novels have embroidered her tale with the interests and penchants of their authors: the French writer Laurent Joffrin’s frankly romanticized All That I Have, and Shauna Singh Baldwin’s more politically engaged The Tiger Claw.

However, the recent declassification of personal files has allowed the always-murky deeds of SOE and its “F Section” agents who spied (and died) in France to emerge further into the light of history. Fresh material surfaced when, last year, Sarah Helm’s A Life in Secrets traced the biography of Vera Atkins: the SOE staff officer who, plagued by remorse at the hideous fate of so many of her F Section “girls”, made a secret postwar enquiry into their betrayal and capture. Now, Shrabani Basu – a historian and journalist based in London as correspondent for an Indian newspaper group – has pieced together Noor’s story more fully and reliably than ever before in a new biography, Spy Princess.

For Basu, “60 years after the war, Noor’s vision and courage are inspirational”. She has proposed to English Heritage that a blue plaque should mark Noor’s address at 4 Taviton Street in Bloomsbury, and a decision will be made in June. Thanks to her book, a new generation can grasp what Noor did, and how she did it, with much greater clarity. Yet the “why” remains, in some sense, as elusive as ever.

Noor Inayat Khan was the great-great-great granddaughter of Tipu Sultan, the Muslim ruler of Mysore whose celebrated military prowess stalled the advance of East India Company forces at the end of the 18th century. Ever after, the British in India treated the family with the utmost suspicion. Yet Hazrat, her father, turned his back on this rebel and warrior tradition when he became a Sufi teacher and founded an order to spread – via music – his peaceful, tolerant and non-dogmatic faith to the world. A gifted singer and instrumentalist from a family of virtuosi, he met his American wife on tour in California. By the time Noor was born, in January 1914, the Inayat Khans were living and performing in Moscow, and her mother, the former Ora Ray Baker, had donned sari and veil as “Amina Begum”.

After an infancy in the chilly wartime squares of Bloomsbury, Noor grew up in the suburbs of Paris, at “Fazal Manzil”: a much-loved house in Suresnes outside which a military band still plays in her honor every 14 July. The eldest child of four, seen by all as kind, vague and artistic, she suddenly had to take charge of the family when her father’s death on a visit to India in 1927 left her mother immobilized by grief. For the first, but not the last, time, crisis turned Noor the dreamer into Noor the leader.

In the 1930s, Noor studied music (especially the harp) at the Paris conservatory, and child psychology at the Sorbonne. She also became a talented writer and broadcaster of children’s stories. On Amazon you can find Noor’s Twenty Jataka Tales (1939): charming Buddhist fables in which, eerily, animals overcome their fragility to perform feats of bravery and sacrifice. At this time, she got engaged to a pianist of Jewish origin, one aspect – together with rumors of a later, wartime engagement to a fellow British officer – of a still-mysterious emotional life.

After Germany invaded France in June 1940, Noor the Muslim Sufi pacifist – and passionate believer in India’s right to independence from colonial rule – made the moral choice that fixed the course of her life, and death. She and her brother Vilayat decided, in the face of Nazi aggression, that non-violence was not enough. They jointly vowed that they would work – as Vilayat told Shrabani Basu in 2003 – “to thwart the aggression of the tyrant”.

Surviving the chaos of the mass flight from Paris to Bordeaux, they made a dramatic seaborne escape to England. There, Noor volunteered for the WAAF (Women’s Auxiliary Air Force) and started on the long road of signals and wireless training that would lead her – a woman raised in France, perfectly bilingual, and with advanced radio skills – to recruitment as a secret agent in November 1942. Selwyn Jepson, the novelist-turned-spy who first interviewed her for SOE, later found himself remembering Noor with a “very personal vividness… the small, still features, the dark quiet eyes, the soft voice, and the fine spirit glowing in her”. No one ever forgot Noor, or ever felt indifferent about her, though some SOE trainers doubted her suitability for espionage and tried to block her progress into the field.

They failed, and within days of her arrival in France in June 1943 she had proved them wrong. As the broken Prosper network of Resistance cells collapsed, Noor dodged from safe house to safe house in Paris, outwitting the Gestapo and transmitting messages with immense speed and accuracy in hostile conditions. “Single-handedly,” according to Basu, “she did the work of six radio operators.” In London, code-master Leo Marks noted that “her transmissions were flawless, with all their security checks intact”.

With F Section still in disarray, but starting to rebuild thanks to her work, Noor was finally betrayed in October – probably by Renée Garry, sister of her first contact in Paris. Within minutes of being taken to the Gestapo HQ at 84 avenue Foch, she had climbed onto a bathroom window ledge in an escape attempt. Forced by the Germans to keep up radio transmissions (the “radio game” inflicted on captured agents), Noor duly sent the agreed 18-letter signal to alert SOE about her capture. It was ignored: one of a catalogue of SOE blunders. Later in her interrogation, she joined with other agents to plan another daring escape that involved loosening, and then removing, the bars on their windows. It almost succeeded – ironically, a simultaneous RAF air raid on Paris prompted a sudden security check.

Now viewed as incorrigibly dangerous and uncooperative, Noor was sent in November 1942 to Pforzheim prison in Germany, where – bound by three chains, in solitary confinement – she endured 10 months of medieval abuse. She ranked as a Nacht und Nebel (“Night and Fog”) inmate, earmarked only for oblivion and death. Shackled, starved, beaten, she never talked. Then, in September 1944, came the transfer to Dachau along with three other female agents, and the end of her sufferings.

Knowing the whole truth – or almost the whole truth – about Noor does not make her any less paradoxical. Basu, who quashes so many myths about this “Muslim woman of Indian origin who made the highest sacrifice for Britain”, also stresses that she fervently backed the struggle for Indian liberty. Indeed, Noor shocked – and maybe rather impressed – the interview panel when she went for an WAAF commission in 1942 by arguing that, after the war, she might feel obliged to fight the British in India. That makes her – although a commissioned British officer, and a holder of the George Cross – a curious national heroine. As for her Muslim identity, the Inayat Khans’ brand of all-inclusive Sufism would count as heresy or worse to the kind of hardliner who now presumes to speak for Islam in and to the West.

The key to her career may be that this child of a liberal, cultured home freely chose her fate. She chose to fight Nazism; she chose to do it alongside the British; she chose the risks of espionage; and she chose to stay in Paris when SOE ordered her home. At a memorial service in Paris, General de Gaulle’s niece summed up her achievement: “Nothing, neither her nationality, nor the traditions of her family, none of these obliged her to take her position in the war. However, she chose it. It is our fight that she chose, that she pursued with an admirable, an invincible courage.” When she died with “freedom” on her lips, it was hers. And it was ours as well.

Shrabani Basu’s ‘Spy Princess: the life of Noor Inayat Khan’ is published by Sutton Publishing (£18.99). She will be talking with Ian Jack and MRD Foot at the Nehru Centre, Indian High Commission, 8 South Audley Street, London W1, on 1 March commissioned British officer, and a holder of the George Cross – a curious national heroine. As for her Muslim identity, the Inayat Khans’ brand of all-inclusive Sufism would count as heresy or worse to the kind of hardliner who now presumes to speak for Islam in and to the West.

Archive of Joe & Guin Miller recordings

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Dear all,

Our dear friend Richard Power let me know that the San Francisco Lodge of the Theosophical Society has put a Miller Archive on its website (www.sftslodge.org). The archive features free audio and video downloads of Joe and Guin Miller.

From the website: “Joe and Guin Miller were great American sages. Working together from the 1960s to the 1990s, they inspired thousands of people throughout the world. With their music, walks in the park, evenings at the SFTS and their deeply compassionate, one-on-one friendship, they touched many lives and offered a powerful example of the unconditional love and simple awareness that operates at the heart of all the world’s great mystical traditions.”

Downloads currently available include Joe’s talks (five audio, three video) and the audio of a concert performance by Joe & Guin.

Of course, the files are rather large, so if you don’t have a broadband connection the downloads could take a long time.

The lodge will add several more audios and videos to the archive every quarter for the next couple of years. In March of this year, the site will start provide streaming video and audio, so people can just play the content without downloading it.

Love, love, love,

Mountain Sickness: Gingko

Dear Friends:

Several of us have mountain sickness when we go to Lama, and I do not find chlorophyl helpful. Some of us still experience mountain sickness while taking it. So, I was very interesting while watching the National Geographic channel a couple of weeks ago. I was watching a program on mountain climbing. What was intriguing to me especially was that the show was documenting and replicating a previous study to monitor the effects of the herb Gingko Biloba on Acute Mountain Sickness (AMS). The visual results were remarkable. What was more remarkable was that almost all the people were experiencing mountain sickness at 14,000 ft. And THEN, they took the Ginkgo. And they stopped having symptoms.

Scientific literature is mixed as to validation. However, some of the results are impressive with as few as 17% of participants experiencing the symptoms of AMS when taking ginkgo biloba. Precautions with this herb are  that it can inhibit platelet clotting , so don’t take it if you are on a blood thinner.. And someone experience more high blood pressure when they took this and a thiazide diuretic (like hydrochlorothiazide), so don’t take this herb if you are on a medicine like this.
When to take it varies in the literature–1-5 days before ascent to the mountain.
doses vary as well– 60 mg three times a day or 160 mg per day. Maximum recommended dose is 240 mg unless advised by your health practitioner.

Hope this is helpful, and if someone tries this, I would be interested in hearing about it. I will be doing this when I go to Lama this year.

Love, Farishta Shafiya Angela Amundsen
RN, MSN, NP-C

DHO Retreat 2006 at Lama Foundation, New Mexico

Beloved ones of God,

Greetings and love from Virginia.

Our yearly gathering is upcoming, and this year we shall be returning to Lama Mountain
to celebrate Murshid Sam’s 35th urs year.

Place: Lama Mountain, New Mexico
Dates: June 21-27, 2006. (Wednesday through Tuesday)
Theme: Receiving the Transmission – Honoring Murshid Sam’s 35 year.

Staff to date: Shafayets: Murshida Asha von Brissen, Shiekh Siddiq von Brissen, Shiekh Aslan Scott Sattler, Shiekh Murad Finkestein, and Sarafraz Cathy Knight. Plus: Shieka Ananda Cronin, Murshida Khadija Goforth, Elaine Sutton and Hakim Saul. Plus the usual light filled guests.

Our focus shall be on attunement practices, and transmissional exercises.

Plus: meditation, zikr, tea, absent healing, spontaneous rituals, breathing practices, walks, Ram Nam, Chi Gong, visualizations, dances, choir, bed time stories, great food, and our usual frolicking amidst the trees.

For more information contact: Jennifer Avian

Price for the week only $350

As always: All monies go to the Lama Foundation. Staff receives neither reimbursement nor honorarium.

See you on the mountain.

Hakim Sauluddin
Charlottesville, Virginia

Hidayat Inayat Khan New Year Greetings 2006

The all-pervading "Goal" drives each of us without mercy into the Future, while at the same time hurling us into the ever-receding Past; and in our illusion of the Present, the magic game of Time deceives that Eternity, where the opposite poles Spirit and Matter meet in a continuum of space, inspiring our speculative concepts of reality or unreality, which are just only the reflections of our own point of view.

There is no experience in life which is really worthless, and there is not one moment which is really wasted, providing one is wise enough to carefully assemble the elements of past memories and learn from these, with the idea of accomplishing one’s life’s purpose.

As we proceed courageously through the darkness of the clouds of such concepts as preconceived ideas, communicating with each in their own language, and steadfastly displaying the banner of "Spiritual Liberty", our example could be interpreted as an invitation to the privilege of becoming living altars of all beliefs, while firmly holding on to the only secret that there is to inner peace, to happiness, and to spirituality: "The Supremacy of Truth", which cannot be defined in speculative human terminology.

Although one’s vision of right and wrong does not always correspond to that of others, yet each time that we set aside our own ego, even for a moment, we then offer a bit of our heart, and in return, the light of the “Spirit of Guidance” becomes brighter and brighter, clearing away the shadows of our limitations, as we sail on the great waters of Life, heading toward the unknown, where one may perhaps begin to realize that the sailor is at the same time the all –pervading “Goal”.

Hidayat Inayat-Khan

Benefit for the Planet Drum Foundation

Dear friends and family,

Start 2006 with a fun benefit and rug sale. Sun Bow returns to the Bay Area a special benefit for the Planet Drum Foundation.

January 14th & 15th ONLY

at the City Ballet School – 32 Otis Street – Downtown San Francisco

Going East on Market St. (towards the Ferry Building) turn Right on Gough, Left on Stevenson Alley,
Right on Brady & Left on Colton. Park your car in one of the lots. $1.00 is requested by City Ballet.

Saturday, January 14th (1–6) & Sunday, January 15th (11–5)

30% of all sales will go to Planet Drum Foundation and their Eco City project in Ecuador

That’s 30% of all sales, so buy a lot – your money will go to a great cause.

We are planning on bringing mostly small and medium sized rugs and kilims, but, if you wish something in a specific size, or color, please let us know, and we shall be most happy to accommodate you.

Happy 2006, and all best wishes,
Saul and the Sun Bow crew

For more information on Sun Bow & Planet Drum see our web sites:

Sun Bow Trading Company
110 South Street
Charlottesville,Virginia22902
(434) 293 8821
www.sunbowtrading.com

Planet Drum Foundation
P.O. Box31251
San Francisco,California 94131
(415) 285 6556
www.planetdrum.org

Impressions from the Charlottesville Joint Camp

Hello, my friends,

Last weekend was the Mid-Atlantic Sufi gathering in Charlottesville, Virginia, jointly sponsored by the Ruhaniat and the Sufi Order. Perhaps 120 people, including 20 kids and teenagers, attended. The location was a campsite in the woods, somewhat comparable to the Abode campsite, though more built up. Asha Greer of the Ruhaniat and Rabia Povich of the SO were camp directors.

All the sessions were led by local leaders, with no one imported from the outside. Well, you could count Latifa Till, who coordinated the dances and led many of them, with a grace and graciousness outstanding even by Ruhaniat standards, as imported from Venus, Saul as imported from Pluto, Yasmin from the fifth angelic plane, Munawir from Uranus, Zarifah from the heart of the world, and Asha from Earth, and so on. Clearly the local leaders had a chance to step forward with Other Major Leaders from other areas not being present.

Here’s an example of what we did. Taking Murshid’s teaching on the Five Aspects of Prayer, from Volume 9, which Pir Zia has been stressing so much, we worked with the writings, meditated on them, and did dances that expressed them. The idea was to combine the approaches of the SO (sitting?) and the Ruhaniat (moving?). I loved this plan so much; it was truly a cute idea. There was lots of music, which I’m sure Murshid would have enjoyed.

A high point for me was the Zikr on Sat. night. This included a standing, moving, singing Zikr, somewhat similar to Zuleikha’s choreographed versions, with clear influence from Sherif Baba and Pir Shabda. It was started by Yasmin but then Latifa and Asha also were directing it somehow. This one piece lasted, say, 45 minutes and to me felt like the culmination of 1400 — or is it 14,000? — years of this sacred practice.

A large majority was from the Ruhaniat and Dance Network, and they provided virtually all the many volunteers needed for such a camp. The cooperation seemed to be flawless, though from day 1 of the planning a key question was how much dancing to do, with the Sufi Order wanting more time for classes and meditation, the Ruhaniat wanting more dancing. One person especially dedicated to the dances told me that three hours without interruption creates an atmosphere that is incomparable. I think I under stood that just from the long Zikr/Dance we did.

Saul and I led a men’s class together. Those of you who know us may not think we are the obvious pair, but we are very close and it went well. (I think Saul is what my father could have been if he “would be what he should be,” while my father was like an extroverted version of Saul). Saul does men’s classes with chants and walks and practices and no discussion, while mine are based on the observation that men, out of courtesy and respect, don’t feel able to talk freely when women are present — so we just talked. He led half and I led half. Details are not available.

I very much enjoyed the subtle differences in attunement between the two groups and the value of the interchange. We have much we can learn from each other. And I remain convinced that the main difference is that the Ruhaniats, as dancers and walkers, know how to keep two feet on the ground, while in the Sufi Order we like one foot on the ground–at most.

Love and blessings to you,

Jami
Washington, DC, USA

Murshid Story

Dear all,

I feel moved to report an occurance I wittnessed at the Khankah in Novato (Garden of Inayat) in 1970.

Someone had brought over a film of some teacher talking (not our family), and the members of the Khanka were watching it in their dining room.

Murshid arrived, saw what was happening, went to the meditation room, and closed the door. I was not interested in the film, and was outside the room talking to Ayesha when Murshid stormed out of the meditation room and started to rake the Khankah over the coals.

I don’t remember exactly what he said, as I was attempting to make myself as small as possible against the wall as he fumed by.  He glanced at me in passing and said “This has nothing to do with you.” As Ayesha and I went upstairs, I heard Murshid say, “If I have hurt your vision or your heart I apologize. But I don’t give a damn about your ego.”

Happy Fall

hakim saul

Murshid…

A short recollection:

When Murshid was in San Francisco General Hospital (just prior to his passing) he awoke from a coma and looked at me in the eye to ask where he was and who had been there to visit him.

I replied that he had realy put us-me through the wringer, and I was so happy he was back.  He twinkled at me, "If you think this is something, you should see what you have in store for you."

Who would have thought.

Happy Birthday Murshid - Ice Cream is on the House!

all blessings,
sauluddin