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Dry your tears. Perhaps they are otao naso, our friends

Father James Benson to a Papuan boy, on seeing the Japanese ships

O n the afternoon of 21 July 1942, a humble Christian missionary was fixing his deckchair in his shed by the Solomon Sea. Father James Benson enjoyed pottering about with his tools at Gona Mission, on the north coast of Papua. The little deckchair served a special function for this Yorkshire-born clergyman: he would perch himself upon it aboard the native outriggers that plied his coastal parish.

Benson, the Anglican missionary at Gona since 1937, was a respected local figure. Hed devoted himself to the spiritual wellbeing of his small flock, many of whose ancestors were head-hunters; and while not every Papuan had converted to Christianity as enthusiastically as he might have hoped, Benson could not complain. His parish numbered several hundred, and those parishioners who had not gone bush were models of zealous attentiveness.

Two decades earlier their tribes had been warriors and cannibals who solved tribal disputes with bloodshed, and whose trophies of war were the shrivelled heads of their real or imagined enemies. They were the Orokaiva and Binandere people, with a reputation for being bellicose in the extreme as he also observed.

The flaxen-haired Orokaivans, whose oiled ringlets grew into a mass of tails, pencil-thick, and fell about their shoulders in the manner of a Chief Justices wig

Yet in time these powerfully built people adapted to white rule, and agreeably sheathed their scalping knives to participate in the less dangerous diversions introduced by the colonial power: chiefly cricket and football. Western controls were introduced. The Orokaivans who joined the local constabulary gained a reputation for cheerful bravery, transmuting the ferocious warrior ethos of 1920 into a force for order and relative stability. Notwithstanding Governor Murrays appeal for less Christ and more cricket, some eschewed sorcery for Christianity and, in 1942, some three hundred parishioners welcomed the familiar sight of their white-haired preacher who, sitting up in his outrigger, came by sea to spread the word of the white mans god.

At about 4.00 p.m. that day, Benson heard loud cries from Gona beach. An assistant ran up to the door of his shed: Father! Great ships are here! He stored his deckchair and packed some odd items in a canvas satchel: a cheap watch, a few sticks of tobacco, a notebook and pencil, some spare handkerchiefs and a compass. He then walked the few hundred yards from his mission compound down to the grey, palm-shaded sands of Gona beach. A tearful little Papuan boy stood there, crying and shaking with terror, and pointing at the great black ships that loomed offshore.

The Japanese fleet had penetrated the network of shallow tropical reefs and was almost on the beach.Maclaren King. But the monsters anchored off Basabua Point, their hulls shimmering in the afternoon sun, were from another world.

Dry your tears, said Benson. Perhaps they are otao nasoour friends. The reverend instructed the boy to rejoin his people at Jenat, some two miles up the beach, and went to confer with the senior Papuan teacher and the missions two young Anglican Sisters: Miss May Hayman and Miss Mavis Parkinson.

Benson had been alert to the Japanese threat since December 1941. That month the Australian Government recommended the compulsory evacuation from Darwin, Papua and New Guinea of all women and children other than missionaries who may wish to remain and nurses.

New Guinea was a colony of Australia, which had been granted a mandate over the northern region, New Guinea, and the nearby islands, at Prime Minister Billy Hughes behest during the Paris Peace Conference in 1919. Papua and New Guinea would form ramparts to be held from the hands of an actual or potential enemy. Only 1500 white people lived in Papua, the southern half of the island, and 4500 in New Guinea, in 1939. The local people numbered around 1.8 million, representing a huge variety of ethnic and language groups for whom extreme violence tended to be the chief mode of dispute settlement until European guns, the rule of law and the church (chiefly the Seventh-Day Adventists) arrived to pacify them in the early twentieth century.

Most white civilians had left Papua by July 1942. At Gona, Benson and the two young women elected to stay. Mavis Parkinson, a teacher who ran the three schools in Gona, got permission from her parents back in Ipswich, Queensland, to remain. Elsewhere in Papua and New Guinea, 689 foreigners, including 121 missionaries with 26 children, decided similarly against evacuation, and remained in their villages.

Benson was under no illusions about Japans intentions. Hed seen hundreds of refugees fleeing the Japanese attacks on Salamaua and Lae pulling up on the beach; hed witnessed the occasional dogfight in the sky. He urged the two young women to leave Gona, but they refused. They bossed him about in a cheerful way, and were unyielding in their determination.