About 30 years ago, I knew a guy who had just spent five years as a pioneering missionary to a tribe in Papua, New Guinea.
He told me that previous to his arrival, the only time the tribe had encountered civilization was when a government agent visited the tribe and told them to quit eating the neighboring tribesmen.
Hopefully they marinated him over night. Government agents tend to be a bit gristly and tough.
I was in Papua New Guinea in 1995. The locals would “joke” about us white guys as “long pig”. I said - oh - because we have pink skin? “No - because you taste like pig. At least that is what our elders say.”
Yes - I think they still do it today in some parts. Some of those tribes were still stone age just 70 years ago.
I was at a mining site. At one of the trails leaving the mine, and climbing into the rocky, wet, and sometimes snowy mountains there was a big pile of rubber boots and hard hats and clothing. “They make us wear boots at the mine - but they hurt our feet!”