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coming to our senses 351<br />

truck routes or loitering in urban villages looking like slums carved out of a gutted<br />

wilderness. <strong>The</strong> Nambiquara and their Amerindian neighbors have been decimated<br />

by wage labor, gold prospecting, prostitution, and the diseases of cultural<br />

contact: smallpox, TB, AIDS, and syphilis.<br />

But the old master’s confession goes further. <strong>The</strong>se early photos capturing simple,<br />

naked Indians sleeping on the ground under romantic shelters of palm leaves<br />

have nothing to do with a state of pristine humanity that has since been lost. <strong>The</strong><br />

photos taken in the 1930s already show the effects of a savage European colonization<br />

on the once-populous civilizations of Central Brazil and the Amazon. Following<br />

contact, these indigenous civilizations were destroyed, leaving behind only<br />

sad remnants of themselves—a people not so much “primitive,” he cautions, as<br />

“stranded,” stripped of their material and symbolic wealth. Levi-Strauss’s camera<br />

had captured images of a particularly virulent kind of human strip mining, an invisible<br />

genocide, the magnitude of which the anthropologist was at the time perhaps<br />

naively unaware.<br />

Earlier, Levi-Strauss had recognized that a good deal more was required of the<br />

anthropologist than dedication to a purely scholarly pursuit (see also Sontag 1964<br />

on anthropology as a spiritual vocation). He wrote (1966:126): “<strong>Anthropology</strong> is not<br />

a dispassionate science like astronomy, which springs from the contemplation of<br />

things at a distance. It is the outcome of a historical process which has made the<br />

larger part of mankind subservient to the other, and during which millions of innocent<br />

human beings have had their resources plundered and their institutions and<br />

beliefs destroyed whilst they themselves were ruthlessly killed, thrown into bondage,<br />

and contaminated by diseases they were unable to resist. <strong>Anthropology</strong> is the daughter<br />

to this era of violence: its capacity to assess more objectively the facts pertaining<br />

to the human condition reflects, on the epistemological level, a state of affairs<br />

in which one part of mankind treated the other as an object.” Sadly, however, more<br />

often than not, anthropologists have served as passive bystanders, as silent rather<br />

than engaged witnesses to the genocides, ethnocides, and die-outs they have so often<br />

encountered in the course of pursuing their “vocation.”<br />

Late-in-life professional examinations of conscience by anthropologists with<br />

regard to their “recovered memories” of the scenes of violence and ethnocide go<br />

back to the days of Bronislaw Malinowski (1884–1942). Malinowski began his anthropological<br />

career under considerable duress as an “enemy-alien,” a Polish-born<br />

Austrian citizen detained in Australia while en route to his first fieldwork expedition<br />

during the outbreak of World War 1. Granted libera custodia by the Australian<br />

government, Malinowski was permitted to conduct his ethnographic research in<br />

New Guinea as long as the war continued, which artificially expanded his intended<br />

term of fieldwork.<br />

Malinowski’s field diary, covering the period from 1914 to 1918 and published<br />

posthumously by his widow in 1967, records the anthropologist’s conflicting emotions<br />

and identities as a European gentleman, a child of Western imperialism, and<br />

a natural scientist trying to reinvent himself and carve out a new science and method

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