Portrait of Joseph Laroche
Joseph was not surprised by Mallet’s curiosity. He understood why his presence on this train aroused surprise and suspicion. Few black people traveled on liners as magnificent as the France and the Titanic. And when a West Indian or African did board these superb ships, no one expected him in a second-class car, his entire family in tow, all in their Sunday best.
If Laroche was indeed West Indian, Mallet decided he would talk about rum13. Simple. Rum would be a good introduction, as the Frenchman was well-versed in that department. Otherwise, the conversation might stall, as the expert in liquors did not know much about African drinks. In any case, Mallet had a secret weapon: humor.
Albert Mallet struck up most conversations with the same joke, which made him likable from the get-go. The joke itself was not really funny, and people didn’t always laugh, but his sense of humor cheered up others and never failed to put a smile on someone else’s face. Mallet took a serious tone to explain at once that his life was not worth more than “six cents.” The statement usually got a reaction, and his new friend would ask: “Why do you say that?” The reply came in a burst of laughter: “I am worth six cents because I was born on August 6.” The connection was established.
Joseph was not surprised by Mallet’s curiosity. He understood why his presence on this train aroused surprise and suspicion. Few black people traveled on liners as magnificent as the France and the Titanic. And when a West Indian or African did board these superb ships, no one expected him in a second-class car, his entire family in tow, all in their Sunday best. A black man would have been a third-class passenger on the 7:45 train, among the Syrian, Slovak, or Italian migrants in search of jobs in America, seeing the Titanic as a kind of Trojan horse giving them access to a new world. Joseph was used to people stopping in their tracks to stare at him, as if he were some strange creature. This time, however, he was not annoyed. The interest did not feel morbid, or inappropriate, especially after the very pleasant discussion he had just had with the charming Mallet.
Mallet quickly realized that he was dealing with a gentleman. Not only was Joseph handsome, he also had a stately demeanor that inspired respect. With his elegant, fitted coat and the wide white tie made of fine cloth and wrapped around his collar, the black man looked like a character straight out of an eighteenth-century novel. The effect produced by Joseph was made even more impressive by the contrast that existed between the old-world grandeur he emanated and the youth of his face. The father of two looked like a teenager. No matter what Joseph Laroche did to appear older than his twenty-five years, he could not fool anyone for long. The comments about his youthful looks were unavoidable and often offended him.
What also struck Albert on the train was the chemistry between Joseph and Juliette Laroche. He had noticed how well the two got along and how proud they appeared of each other, which was rather unusual for couples of this kind. Mixed couples, which were not commonplace at the time, were frowned upon. In fact, white women who dared marry black men were considered to have loose morals and were ostracized. Yet, far from hiding their relationship, Juliette Laroche showed her round belly as well as her happiness in sharing her husband’s life. The Laroches certainly had not been spared hardship, but nothing had deterred their devotion to each other. On the contrary, their two beautiful daughters were a testimony to the strength of their marriage.
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The locomotive covered the 350 kilometers between Paris and Cherbourg in less than six hours. Upon arrival, the Laroches had patiently followed the flow, trading their seats on the New York Express for those of the Nomadic14, one of two ferries that transported passengers from the pier to the Titanic. The White Star Line15, the company that owned the Titanic, used two shuttles because Cherbourg did not yet have a deep-sea port. The Nomadic carried first- and second-class passengers to the ocean liners, while the Traffic transported the third class. Passengers on the Traffic16 disembarked first, followed by the Nomadic passengers, including the Laroches, who were a good distance away from the rich people of independent means, the bankers and businessmen who constituted the upper crust in this voyage. There was the American Charles Hays17, president of a railway company, and the British Bruce Ismay18, president of the White Star Line. For these billionaires, days on the Titanic were expected to go by calmly, between luxurious salons and Turkish baths19, the squash court20 and the Parisian Café21, famous for its “lovely veranda bathing in sun, tastefully decorated with French ivy trellis and other climbing plants.”
The women would never wear the same outfit twice. The Titanic emulated life in high society, where appearance was everything.
In the evening, the Laroches would either use the elevators or a sumptuous staircase to access the reception room for dinner. Some of the wealthier passengers would be lucky enough to have the honor of sitting at the table of Captain Edward John Smith22. This English sexagenarian, affable and imposing, would move back and forth between his distinguished guests and the bridge, where he gave orders and followed the ship’s progress.
"You could actually walk miles along the decks and passages covering different ground all the time. I was thoroughly familiar with pretty well every type of ship afloat, but it took me 14 days before I could, with confidence, find my way from one part of that ship to another."
—Charles Lightoller, Second Officer aboard Titanic
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When they boarded the Titanic, the Laroches were impressed by the luxury and the immensity of the liner; both surpassed their expectations. Simone saw Joseph open his eyes wide, just like she had a few hours earlier at the Saint-Lazare station. The view in front of them was so staggering that it made their heads spin. The magnificent sights also amazed Juliette, who seemed frozen in place. She bent down toward Simone, who was pointing at the elevator operator in astonishment. As they went up to their cabin, Louise thought she was flying and was gesticulating with happy shouts in her stroller.
A postage stamp printed in Ireland circa 2012 shows an image
of the RSM Titanic.
Captain Edward John Smith
Edward John Smith (1850–1912) was the captain of the Titanic and perished when the ship sank. Smith left school early to join the British Merchant Navy and the Royal Naval Reserve. After earning his master’s ticket, he entered the service of the White Star Line. His first command was the SS Celtic. He eventually served as commanding officer of numerous White Star Line vessels, including the Majestic, which he commanded for nine years. In 1904, Smith became the commodore of the White Star Line, and was responsible for controlling its flagships. He successfully commanded the Baltic, Adriatic, and the Olympic. Smith was posthumously lauded as an example of British stoicism for his conduct aboard the Titanic, and his refusal to evacuate as it sank.
“I cannot imagine any condition which would cause a ship to founder. I cannot conceive of any vital disaster happening to this vessel. Modern ship building has gone beyond that.”
—Captain Smith, Commander of Titanic
“We do not care anything for the heaviest storms in these big ships. It is fog that we fear. The big icebergs that drift into warmer water melt much more rapidly under water than on the surface, and sometimes a sharp, low reef extending two or three hundred feet beneath the sea is formed. If a vessel should run on one of these reefs, half her bottom might be torn away.”
—Captain Smith, Commander of Titanic
The dining room of the RMS Titanic, 1912
The reception room of the RMS Titanic, 1912
How could one not be captivated? There