Mugabe poisons the wells (SPOT ON, MR. PRESIDENT)

The Daily Telegraph ^ | August 22, 2002 | The Daily Telegraph

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There are stones and there are stones. ;^)

[Cincinatus' Wife]

Oh, those stones.

Here's a little piece to make up for being so dense.

The Perils of Designer Tribalism*** The Australian anthropologist Roger Sandall does not mention The Tears of the White Man in The Culture Cult, his [1] new collection of essays. But his discussion is everywhere informed by the same spirit of salutary impatience. What Bruckner criticizes as Third Worldism, Sandall castigates as "romantic primitivism" and (marvelous phrase) "designer tribalism." What is romantic primitivism? In the words of Arthur O. Lovejoy and George Boas, it is "the unending revolt of the civilized against civilization." Sandall begins with a small but telling contemporary example. In 1996, the actress Lauren Hutton took her two young boys to Africa to witness a bunch of Masai warriors and their witch doctor perform a tribal dance, slaughter a cow, and drink some warm blood straight from the carcass. The whole spectacle was captured for the television audience by Ted Turner's minions. Miss Hutton loved it: according to Sandall, "Wow!" was her frequent refrain. But her young children, one of whom burst into tears, were terrified. Quite right, too. The purpose of the television show was to show that "Masai culture is just as good as Western civilization, if not better." Miss Hutton's enthusiasm was sparked by the display of "authentic" tribal passion. But her children saw the episode for what it was: a glimpse into the heart of darkness, the abyss of uncivilized barbarism.

What Sandall describes as "the culture cult" dreams of a new simplicity: a mode of existence that is somehow less encumbered, less rent by conflicting obligations than life in a modern industrialized democracy. It is a vain endeavor. The romanticization of the primitive only emphasizes one's distance from its simplicities. Romanticism in all its forms is an autumnal, retrospective phenomenon: the more fervent it is, the more it underscores the loss it laments. "It is time," Sandall writes, "to stop dreaming about going back to the land or revisiting the social arrangements of the past." Miss Hutton's happy ejaculations were prompted by such dreams. What she heard among those Masai savages as they danced about and drank blood was Pascal Bruckner's "enchanting music of departure." But it is, alas, a departure to nowhere. As Sandall observes, life is about "ever-extending complexity." To deny that is to neglect the "Big Ditch" (Ernest Gellner's term) that separates the modern world from its primitive sources. On one side of the ditch is the rule of law, near universal literacy, modern technology, and the whole panoply of liberal democratic largess. On the other side is- what? "Most traditional cultures," Sandall writes, "feature domestic repression, economic backwardness, endemic disease, religious fanaticism, and severe artistic constraints. If you want to live a full life and die in your bed, then civilization-not romantic ethnicity-deserves your thoughtful vote."

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I would never think you were dense, Mrs. C!

And to prove it, you post another relevant and interesting link. ;^)

[Cincinatus' Wife]

Bump!