Hola mi Gente,
It’s been a lonnnnnng two weeks, but thanks to the leadership at my organization, I’m seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.
It’s been a lonnnnnng two weeks, but thanks to the leadership at my organization, I’m seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.
Sculpture: The Raven and the First Men by Bill Reid |
When the missionaries first came to Africa, they had the Bible and we
had the land. They said, ‘Let us pray.’ We closed our eyes. When we
opened them, we had the Bible and they had the land.
-- Desmond Tutu, South African Bishop
-- Desmond Tutu, South African Bishop
When
I attended university, I was in my late 30s, married, and was actually
exceedingly well read. I would say, without conceit, that you will probably not
meet many people that have read more than I have.
I
went to school not so much to learn in the traditional sense, but to become a
part of a community of scholars. I didn’t attend school to get a career, or
make more money, but because I wanted to engage with like-minded individuals
and test what I had learned previously and in that way, learn anew. I learned
many things, chief among them that learning in the context of a community is
quite different from learning in isolation.
I
also discovered that my notions of science, or rather, how knowledge is
gathered and accepted (or not accepted) is not as logical as I had thought
previously. I quickly wanted to explore the origins of knowledge (epistemology),
and how culture impacted our collective concept of knowledge. It has become
part of my life’s work, to research the researchers, to focus the light of my
curiosity on those who study others.
It
led me to a completely new field of work called cultural studies and into the
realm of the philosophy of science. It started innocently enough: I was taking
a class on counseling and there was a section on cross-cultural issues and I
learned that how people describe their ailments have a deep connection to cultural
values. I learned Western medical science wasn't so much a science as it was an
art, deeply influenced by cultural mores and a body of research conducted
mostly by privileged white men.
In
addition, much of the research I was coming across regarding Latino/as, for
example, seemed to me to be deeply flawed -- not congruent with my own
experiences growing up Latino in the US. Then while working as a research
assistant, I came across Thomas Kuhn’s Structure of Scientific Revolutions
and I discovered that the history of science wasn’t one that marched in a
straight line, with newer innovations replacing older ones as they became known
or discovered. Kuhn wrote about paradigm shifts in a way that demonstrated that
the history of science is one of fits and starts, rather than a linear
evolution.
Then
I came across anthropology and in reading earlier anthropological works, I came
to see clearly that culture is an inescapable equation when it comes to science.
Some of this science history is sad, brutal, and tragic even. As part of a
class assignment, I came across the following piece written by a Naïve American
poet. See if you get its message:
Anthropology
(excerpt)
Chrystos. (1991). Dream on (1 ed.). Vancouver, BC: Press Gang Publishers.
(excerpt)
Chrystos. (1991). Dream on (1 ed.). Vancouver, BC: Press Gang Publishers.
We
have been conducting an extensive footnoted annotated indexed and complicated
study of the Caucasian culture hereafter to be referred to as the cauks for
ease in translation.
The
most important religious ritual, one central to all groups, is the mixing of
feces and urine with water. This rite occurs regularly on a daily basis and
seems to be a cornerstone of the culture's belief system. The urns for this
purpose are commonly porcelain, of various hues, although white is the most
frequently used. The very wealthy rulers have receptacles of carved onyx or
malachite with gold plated fixtures. We have been unable to determine what
prayers are said during this ritual because its solitary nature & the fact
that the door to the prayer room is always shut.
The
main function of the majority of non-city dwellers is the production of an
object called a lawn. Numerous tools for the cultivation of this lawn are sold
in the market places. It appears also to have a sacred character, as no activity
occurs on it & keeping it short green & square is a constant activity.
The
main diet of the culture is available from push-button machines or orange
plastic small markets and was found by our researchers to be completely
inedible. It is truly amazing what the human animal can subsist on.
Another
prominent feature of the cauks is the construction of huge monuments built in
clusters in the villages. These are not living quarters but are used about five
days a week for a ritual involving papers which appear to be sacred, given the
life or death quality with which they are handled. The papers are passed about,
often with consternation and eventually cast away when the spell is complete.
The
mechanisms for healing disease appear to our eyes to be woefully complex &
at the same time, inadequate. People who are seriously ill are quarantined in
jails of pale green or white and often used to feed machines which appear to
run on human blood.
Children
who are born deformed in any way are usually confined to jails built for this
purpose. The elderly are also jailed, there being no value system of respect
for them. Those passing through transitions are called "crazy" and
also jailed. Animals from distant lands again are jailed. In fact, there is
some discussion of an alternative theory of central religious belief -- that
the actual spiritual purpose of the culture, is to jail as much as possible.
Extensive use of fences is the key argument to this theory.
Our
data is yet incomplete. We hope by 1992 to have a more comprehensive overview,
at which time a traveling exhibition of artifacts (including exhumed bodies to
illustrate their burial practices) will tour for the education of all. Their
attitude toward all non-cauk peoples is extremely hostile & violent. Many
of our researchers have been massacred & yet, in the interests of science,
we persevere.
* * *
My name is Eddie and I’m in
recovery from civilization…
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