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On FebÂruÂary 7th, 1910, VirÂginia Woolf (then VirÂginia Stephen) and five of her BloomsÂbury companions—painter DunÂcan Grant, Woolf’s brothÂer AdriÂan, AnthoÂny BuxÂton, Guy RidÂley, and Horace de Vere Cole—boarded the pride of the British RoyÂal Navy, the HMS DreadÂnought, dressed in blackÂface and outÂlandish stage cosÂtumes. (In the phoÂto above, from left to right.) In what became known as “The DreadÂnought Hoax,” the six conÂvinced the DreadÂnought’s offiÂcers that they were the “EmperÂor of Abyssinia” (now Ethiopia) and his entourage, and they were received with high honÂors.
The hoax, masÂterÂmindÂed by Cole, began when he sent a telegram to the ship telling the crew to expect a visÂit from some North African digÂniÂtaries. Once on board, the group spoke in accentÂed Latin (quotÂing the Aeneid) and gibÂberÂish. Woolf kept quiÂet so as to disÂguise her genÂder. One of the offiÂcers on the ship was a cousin of VirÂginia and AdriÂan, but he failed to recÂogÂnize them. It wasn’t a flawÂless perÂforÂmance on either side: at one point, BuxÂton sneezed and almost lost his musÂtache, and the Navy, unable to find an AbyssinÂian flag, flew the flag of ZanzÂibar instead.
The “princes” asked for prayer mats, preÂsentÂed the offiÂcers with fake milÂiÂtary honÂors, and exclaimed “bunÂga, bunÂga!” each time they were shown some marÂvel of the ship. The DreadÂnought was then, in the words of Woolf’s nephew and biogÂraÂphÂer, Quentin Bell, “the flagÂship of the Home Fleet, the most forÂmiÂdaÂble, the most modÂern, and the most secret man o’ war then afloat.” (This inciÂdent is said to be the oriÂgin of the ludiÂcrous phrase “bunÂga, bunÂga,” most assoÂciÂatÂed with the exploits of the recentÂly conÂvictÂed SilÂvio BerlusÂconi.) The next day, Cole anonyÂmousÂly sent the phoÂtoÂgraph at the top to The DaiÂly MirÂror, revealÂing the hoax. AccordÂing to Woolf scholÂar Mairead Case—who sees the inciÂdent as a preÂcurÂsor to Woolf’s genÂder-bendÂing novÂel OrlanÂdo—the MirÂror described the “AbyssiniÂans” thus:
All the princes wore vari-coloured silk sashÂes as turÂbans, set off with diaÂmond aigrettes, white gibÂbah tunics, over which were cast rich flowÂing robes and round their necks were susÂpendÂed gold chains and jewÂeled neckÂlaces … They also all wore patent leather boots which, OriÂenÂtal fashÂion, tapered to a point, the ends proÂjectÂing fulÂly six inchÂes beyond the toes. White gloves covÂered the princes’ hands, and over the gloved finÂgers, they wore gold wedÂding rings – heavy, plain cirÂclets, which looked very impresÂsive.

In a recentÂly disÂcovÂered letÂter, Cole wrote to a friend that the hoax was “gloÂriÂous” and “shriekÂingÂly funÂny.” The group intendÂed to mock what they saw as an outÂmodÂed VicÂtoÂriÂan impeÂriÂalÂism, and they sucÂceedÂed, at least in the popÂuÂlar press. The MirÂror pubÂlished the carÂtoon above and the RoyÂal Navy was a laughÂingÂstock for weeks afterÂward. None of this pseuÂdo-racist pranksterÂism (which reflectÂed just as badÂly on the offiÂcers) struck the actuÂal EmperÂor of Ethiopia—MeneÂlik II—as parÂticÂuÂlarÂly funÂny. When he visÂitÂed EngÂland latÂer that year, he was tauntÂed in the streets by chilÂdren shoutÂing “BunÂga! BunÂga!” and denied perÂmisÂsion to inspect the navy’s fleet for fear that his visÂit might cause furÂther embarÂrassÂment.
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
F. Scott FitzgerÂald in Drag (1916)
Josh Jones is a writer and musiÂcian based in WashÂingÂton, DC. FolÂlow him at @jdmagness



