the vultures had forgotten how to fly…

Saturday, October 16th, 2010
vultures © selinaexperience.com

vultures © selinaexperience.com

I was drawn to this piece by the welcome news that the terrible disease rinderpest has been eradicated. However, as I read it I became irritated when I came to this innocuous enough paragraph:

As the virus spread, it left vast numbers of dead livestock in its wake, and communities without meat and milk. The loss of the animals, which were used to plough the land, crippled farming and led to widepsread starvation.

My irritation stemmed from knowing something about these “communities” that starved. In one of those consequences of Western imperialism that is still being conveniently forgotten, rinderpest, introduced by Europeans, devastated the pastoral cultures of East Africa. What we now think of as the ‘wild’ African plains may actually be the legacy of human action. The Serengetti, no less manmade than the rolling arable landscapes of England. The disaster that rinderpest spread across these parts of Africa led to large swathes of the human populations succumbing to famine. One Masai elder later recalled of the dead:

So many and so close together that the vultures had forgotten how to fly.

So that when Europeans arrived they found the survivors of the once proud and rich cultures reduced to beggary; people who, needing ‘civilized’, became part of the “White man’s burden”…

The consequences of this disaster live with us still and, in the West, we still persist in seeing these parts of the world as we have always chosen to see them – ignoring the truth even though it’s there in plain view. The Guardian article I link to above does not lie directly, as was once common, but the omission covered by that bland paragraph I quote seems to me bad enough…

Here’s an article I managed to tracked down that describes something of the relevant history of rinderpest in Africa.

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confessions of an arachnophobe reformed…

Saturday, October 9th, 2010
spiderdog © remco van straten...

spiderdog © remco van straten...

My friend Rem modified this photo I took of my dog, Ninja (a name given her by her previous owners) – having caught a rat, but that’s another story – as part of a discussion on facebook… The effect is pretty horrible and there was talk about how much people loathed insects (and arachnids) in general.

I used to share these feelings – so much so that, for a long time, I was unable to eat prawns because I had begun to see them as ‘insects of the sea’. Then I moved into the country and, gradually, with constant exposure to the critters, I have almost entirely got over my prejudice.

At one point I imagined how I would feel about insects if they were tiny little dogs or cats. Horrors would suddenly be transformed into Disney cuteness. Of course all I was doing was applying mammaliocentric criteria to the poor beasts.

I had already (like so many people) promoted bees to be ‘honorary mammals’ – like flying teddybears. I also made exceptions for butterflies… and ants… it isn’t all that difficult to stretch the ‘honorary franchise’ to wasps and moths and beetles… Before you know it, they all start looking friendly – and you begin to see just how exquisite they are… like jewels, or knights in enamelled armour. What’s an extra pair of legs between friends?

But I am being somewhat dishonest, for I have not quite extended the franchise to spiders. And it’s not just that they’ve taken the extra legs thing just a bit too far… It’s their faces… Most creepy-crawlies have the decency to have ‘faces’ we can get on with – you know: two eyes, a mouth (though perhaps not quite one you could put lipstick on) – but spiders make no concessions to the ‘face’… It’s those clusters of eyes that I find unnerving, and that have had me wondering what they think about what they see with all those eyes… and what they’re thinking about… because, though you can imagine ants are singing ‘hi, ho, hi, ho, it’s off to work we go…’, and bees are just humming something quietly to themselves… spiders are watching and waiting and plotting and thinking… and I don’t really like to think about what they may be thinking as they watch me from a corner of my livingroom through their many eyes…

So, in my house, spiders haven’t yet been given the vote – not that I bother them in any way. When I find three of them – three enormous bruisers – having some kind of conference in my bath – I drape some toilet paper over the edge as a ladder – just in case they’re having difficulty getting out…

After all my brave talk, I have to confess that it may be a while before I’m happy to have one crawling around on my hand…

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