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coming to our senses 361<br />

When Kroeber returned to Berkeley he inexplicably arranged for Ishi’s brain to<br />

be shipped to the Smithsonian Institution for curation. <strong>The</strong> man to whom the brain<br />

was directed, Ales Hrdlicka, was a prominent physical anthropologist of the old<br />

school, a man obsessively dedicated to collecting and measuring brain “specimens”<br />

from various orders of primates, human “exotics” (like Ishi), and from Western “geniuses”<br />

(like John Wesley Powell, the first chief of the Bureau of American Ethnology).<br />

Kroeber knew that Ishi reviled the white man’s science of collecting skulls and<br />

body parts. But perhaps he thought that it was too late for such “sentimental” reservations.<br />

Ishi was dead, and the damage to his remains had been done and was irreversible.<br />

Perhaps he believed that the science to which he had unreservedly dedicated<br />

his life might be able to benefit from the tragedy of his friend and informant’s<br />

death. If so, it was a triumph of science over sentiment. In any event, Kroeber wrote<br />

to Hrdlicka on October 27, 1916: “I find that with Ishi’s death last spring, his brain<br />

was removed and preserved. <strong>The</strong>re is no one here who can put it to scientific use.<br />

If you wish it, I would be pleased to deposit it in the National Museum collection.”<br />

Hrdlicka replied on December 12, 1916, that he would be “very glad” to receive the<br />

brain, and he would have it “properly worked up.” <strong>The</strong>re is no evidence, however,<br />

that Ishi’s brain was ever included in any physical anthropological or scientific study.<br />

It was simply forgotten and abandoned in a Smithsonian warehouse, kept in a vat<br />

of formaldehyde with several other brain “specimens.”<br />

Alternatively, Kroeber’s behavior was an act of disordered mourning. Grief can<br />

be expressed in a myriad of ways, ranging from denial and avoidance to the rage<br />

of the Illongot headhunter (Rosaldo 1989). According to <strong>The</strong>odora Kroeber (1970),<br />

her husband suffered greatly at the news of his friend’s death and at the violence<br />

done to his body. He fell into a long depression, and he went into a flight pattern<br />

that lasted seven years. Kroeber characterized this unsettling period in his life (from<br />

1915 to 1922) as his hegira—a dark period of journey, soul-searching, and melancholia.<br />

It was marked by seemingly bizarre symptoms: physical disequilibrium, nausea,<br />

vertigo, strain, and exhaustion. His condition was similar to what used to be<br />

called neurasthenia. Freud’s essay on mourning and melancholia comes to mind<br />

with respect to Kroeber’s “swallowed grief ” concerning the deaths in close succession<br />

of his first wife and his friend and key informant, both from the same disease.<br />

Immediately after Ishi’s death, Kroeber again left California in order to take<br />

up a temporary position at the Museum of Natural History in New York. But he<br />

also went to New York in order to enter a classic psychoanalysis with Dr. Jelliffe, a<br />

former student of Anna Freud. Kroeber recognized that the signs were of his own<br />

disequilibrium. With the death of Henriette, Kroeber’s personal life was shattered.<br />

With the death of Ishi his professional life seemed meaningless. And so, at the age<br />

of forty, Kroeber was for the first time questioning his choice of career and his longterm<br />

professional goals. And when Kroeber returned to Berkeley he began a practice<br />

in psychoanalytic therapy at the Stanford Clinic. Later he opened a private<br />

office in San Francisco.

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