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Transcript of A Report of The Harmless People
Brian Jones
Anthropology H200
November 29, 2005
A Report of The Harmless People
Elizabeth Marshall Thomas’ The Harmless People is an ethnographic study of the
Bushmen, Africa’s last hunter-gatherer society. In particular, the account of the study
retells Thomas’ experiences of living with the Gikwe and Kung tribes. However, these
stories took place in 1955; since then, much has changed in the Bushmen society. The
epilogue, titled “The Bushmen in 1989,” explains how Western society has negatively
influenced the society of the Bushmen.
Over the last few decades, South African farmers have infiltrated the territory of
the Bushmen and turned everything awry. It is true that farmers have interacted with the
tribesmen for much longer than this; but after World War II, new farmers arrived who did
not seem to care about letting the Bushmen live their own lives. With the government on
their side, the farmers forced the Bushmen to work for them, with the terrifying
punishment of losing land if they acted otherwise. Furthermore, many Westerners wanted
to turn the Bushmen territory into a game park for wealthy Europeans. In order to keep
the land, many Bushmen attempted to run farms themselves and “contribute” to the
governmental society. In this way, the farmers were not only being more productive with
the land, but they were Westernizing the natives. This is what has nearly destroyed the
Bushmen society.
What many outsiders have failed to understand is that the Bushmen were not
unaware of Western society. After all, they interacted easily with Thomas and her group
of anthropologists back in 1955. They understood what trucks were. Because they were
long allowed to live their own way, Western society did not harm the Bushmen.
Outsiders tend to think that the Bushmen were destroyed by Westernization because they
could not understand it. This may be slightly true in a few particular cases, such as the
introduction of alcohol; but for the most part, the Bushmen had simply decided for a long
time to maintain their old ways of living.
The Bushmen, then, were not harmed because they could not handle Western
society; rather, they were harmed because Western society was not compatible with what
they wanted in life. For Westerners, industrialization and the expansion of the global
economy fill their needs. Bushmen, on the other hand, simply want to be left alone for the
most part. They never had the urge to expand their society in any way, and they certainly
never had a need for money. This was also a problem when they started working on
farms, because they were paid with something they could not use amongst themselves.
The point here is that, contrary to popular belief, Westernization is not the same thing as
an inevitable evolution of society. No society is better than another; different systems are
compatible for different peoples.
In any case, this is the message in the book’s Epilogue. It is well-placed, not only
because of chronological reasons, but because in all the previous chapters the reader
learns how well the Bushmen succeed on their own. For instance, when Thomas’ group
finds an 18-foot snake near their camp, one of the natives nonchalantly walks up to the
snake’s hiding place and tries to kill it. Although he fails, the snake leaves. The group is
astonished at how unworried he is about such a dangerous creature. Surely, the Bushmen
learned centuries ago how to deal with all kinds of animals. This is a good example of
what evolution of society actually is. Rather than necessarily developing the arts,
literature, a currency, and other basic pieces of Western society; the evolution of a society
is the adaptation to the environment. Western society has gone through this process, in
the same way that they’ve tried doing with other, more “barbaric” societies – but it is not
the only way.
However, even if one wanted to argue that the arts, literature, and other cultural
subdivisions must be in a society, then the Bushmen would easily pass the test. Music, as
Thomas reports, is an immensely important part of their culture. Ukwane, one of the
older members of the Gikwe tribe, loves singing. His works, called “mood pieces” (this is
what all non-medicine Bushmen songs are called), are simple yet beautiful displays of his
emotions. Possibly the most remarkable thing about this is that Ukwane played these
songs with half a melon and the reed of his hunting bow. One song, entitled “Bitter
Melons,” describes the feeling of sadness when melons found in the wild turn out to taste
bitter. It seems as though the message of the song is quite simple, and some Westerners
may laugh at this; however, I would defy them to produce any song that did not have to
do with love or killing someone. Bushmen songs relate to a great number of events, and
the music itself can truly fill the listener with the emotion of each one. The “mood songs”
are aptly named.
Dancing, also, is an important part of Bushman life. When problems arise, or
when the people have the urge to do so, the men perform a medicine dance. The women
can dance also, although for the most part they simply watch. Thomas was blessed to see
one such dance, which started with only a few girls dancing around a small fire in the
evening. A crowd grew quickly, and soon the entire camp was involved with rattling the
instruments, singing, and dancing wildly. Some of the men went into a trance or began
screaming. It sounds as though it was similar to an African-American evangelical church
service, which makes quite a bit of sense. The dance lasted all night, and finally ended in
the morning.
As for literature, the Bushmen are indeed not literate. This is not a problem,
though, because they are an oral society – or, at least, they were. Up until a few decades
ago, every piece of knowledge in the community was passed down from the elderly, who
had experienced the fullness of life. Advice about living and the many details therein
were passed down through the oral tradition, but that is not all. Many remarkable tales
would be passed down from one generation to the next, and thus writing it all down was
unnecessary. Several stories involved Pishiboro, which is “one of the names of God.” In
one story, for instance, Pishiboro marries an elephant; when his younger brother decides
to eat the elephant, Pishiboro gives in and joins him. Later, when the elephant’s family
comes for revenge, the younger brother creates an anthill in which Pishiboro can hide. It
works, but eventually Pishiboro dies anyway. What this story means is beyond me.
However, a story is a story, and it works for the Bushmen.
Unfortunately, as the Bushmen slowly became part of Western culture, the oral
tradition became lost. The elders are now no longer members of great esteem; in contrast,
they are merely old people of no use. It is interesting how it is the same way in Western
culture; why would we want to spread something to other societies if it made key
members useless? When thought about in this light, Western expansion seems a bit
ridiculous.
The oral tradition is also of importance because it holds the laws and customs of
the people. These customs are taken very seriously, as Thomas’ group quickly learned.
For instance, if one hunter kills an animal, he has the right to the largest share of the meat
– although generally speaking, the hunter will share his portion with his close kin. Also, a
woman must not go off with European men without a tribesman accompanying her.
These are only a couple examples of many rules which the Bushmen hold dear.
It is quite sad, then, that the Bushmen way of life has disintegrated so vastly in the
past few decades. Many Bushmen have been killed by their own kin. Arguments are
much more frequent. All the work that Bushmen perform is paid for with very little
money, which in turn is spent on alcohol. Thomas argues that, deep down, the Bushmen
still want to hold on to their old ways; hopefully, she is right. On the surface, however,
they have abandoned their old way of living for something much worse.