Monday, January 29, 2007

The Things Anthros infinitum

Sanemä indian children in the village of Chajuraña

In my last post I spoke of the way the His Highness Hugo (HHH) ignored what the Warao indian said and changed it to his own view.

So much of an indian's life is survival. The government doesn't care, although they do produce a lot of Blah blah in the favor of Indians. To date, not a single indigenous tribe has figured out a way to convert the blah-blah into something tangible. Therefore they are forced to rely so much on themselves.

They live together because they have to. They are also a family. Those that live together are the immediate family, once you have married and have one or two kids it is expected that you will have built you own house, out of mud and stick at least. It will only last a few winters (what they call rainy season) but it is yours. Some of the young people are trying to build homes that will last, where instead of rebuilding a home every 5 years, they can actually make improvements to them like, doors with door knobs! Hinges instead of pieces of old rubber tires.... a roof that doesn't leak, wow that is an innovation.

In the village 99% of the people are related through blood or marriage, but the village is still divided into clans. Each grandfather has his clan of children, in-laws, and grand and great grand children. These, as a family, will take care of each other. The other clans are expected to do the same. They do not bring in a kill and distribute it indiscriminately. If five men go on the hunt, all of them will share in on the kill and make sure that their loved ones are cared for. The drunk that didn't go hunting, but partied for the last three days in a moonshine stupor will get some scraps, maybe, if there are any left. His wife will do her best to feed th drunk since she doesn't want to be beaten. DUH!!!! The hunters will feed their wives and children first. Since they are almost always hungry, there are no scraps. I have seen where they suck the bones so dry the pile looks like an archaeological find in the Sahara. Usually, during a multi-day party the mothers would come by our house with their children asking us for food, all you have to do is look into the eyes of the children, see their hunger, and know that God will always pay you back.
and He knows how to pay dividends.
Strange how HHH wants to take all Venezuelans to this.... a ye'kwana man once asked the Anthros really think that we like watching our children suffer from hunger everyday.

Nope, Anthros are not popular people!


Jungle Mom said...

I remember one old indian man saying, "We work our whole life so that we starve to death a little slower." Pretty good definition of HHH's 21st Century Socialism.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for your comment in my blog. I appreciate it. I looked over your blogs, and it looks like your doing wonderful work.

As for the Marine thing, hey, your wife started it. If you can't handle it, that's not my problem. Read my title header and S.O.P.

And as for purposefully "sinking" my boat, you've got it wrong. Submarines submerge, surface ships sink - there's a difference. What a submarine does intentionally, to go underwater, is the intransitive verb form of the word submerge. What surface ships do unintentionally, "go to the bottom", is the intransitive verb form definition of the word "sink".

But this exposition of the words "sink" and "submerge" might be little over the head for a former Marine. So in simpler terms, and much slower, submarines s - u - b - m - e - r - g - e, not sink.

I hope that helps.

Pam Rios said...

I remember you all telling of the vomit lingering in the village for days after some of the parties and festivals, like a foam all over the ground. It breaks my heart when I think that you can't be there to help them any longer! I can only imagine how you all really feel about it when you allow yourself to dwell on all that has happened.