Really, when the camera’s not looking, they sit around playing video games–just like us!
Look how virtuous we are now! We used to be such racists! But now we’re pure, we’re so ashamed of how we used to be, you wouldn’t believe how wonderful we are now, ooh-ooh-ooh–! [Pause to hyperventilate]
They’re chagrined because their magazine in, say, 1938, did not depict people living in the middle of the Congo or the highlands of New Guinea as walking around in three-piece suits and driving cars. They are abashed because they depicted faraway peoples living in radically different cultures as… exotic. Different! It’s wrong, wrong, wrong to ever portray people as living differently from others! We get this from the crowd that worships “Diversity.”
Sometimes you could just beat your head against the wall…
Nothing gets a leftid’s rocks off like loudly, publicly confessing all kinds of guilt and singing a freakin’ opera over it. In this way liberalism parodies some of the more exotic forms of religion. Or maybe a group therapy session that’s gotten out of hand.
In fact, next month they’re going to public a Full Apology for Our Dastardly Racism issue.
Laments the editor, “People of color were not often surrounded [in our depiction of them] by technologies of automobiles, airplanes or trains or factories.” It couldn’t possibly be, could it, that very few people in the Congo or central New Guinea in, say, the early 1950s, actually had a lot of cars, planes, or trains? But sez the University of Virginia prefesser who done the *Investigation*, all them racists at NG portrayed the inhabitants of such places as “exotics, famously and frequently unclothed, happy hunter, noble savages–every type of cliche.” Boo. Hiss.
Dude, it’s “corporate headhunters” who wear the three-piece suits. Not the real headhunters.
A question springs to mind: does anyone in any of those faraway places care what National Geographic said about them in 1925?
Of course not. This is all about self-righteous liberals proclaiming how good they are now by carrying on and on about how bad they used to be. It’s all about them. Always. And again we’ve got the Diversity crowd trying to pretend there’s no such thing, blah-blah.
Growing up, it was fun to page through National Geographic and see photos of all sorts of exotic places. It gave me the idea that the world was a wide and wonderful place, full of infinite variety.
Maybe they’ll apologize for that, too. Liberal windbags.
Dear Worldly Wisdom–Here we are in our cave, exactly where you expect to find us. Not only do we not have words for “war” or “conflict in our primitive, unspoiled Stone Age language. We also have no word for “sucker.” (signed) Your friends, The Gentle Tasaday
I remember that, I saw the documentaries: “the gentle Tasaday,” who didn’t have words in their language for war or fighting or conflict, totally unspoiled, front-page news for National Geographic and PBS–proof positive that Rousseau was right about The Noble Savage. Yep, that Fall of Man stuff is for the birds, Christians just invented it to be mean. In reality, man is basically good and pure and noble, and it’s only that stinkin’ Western civilization that corrupts him and turns him into a villain.
Ah, the settled science of those days!
And then in 1986 the Tasaday were denounced as a hoax–just a bunch of Mindanao villagers posing as a Stone Age tribe.
Well, really: from the Tasaday caves to the nearest modern village was only a couple of miles. How isolated could they have been?
Filipino politics is an intimate part of this story, so the controversy goes on to this day. It’s possible the Tasaday had been living in that sector of the jungle for a century or more, having fled their original home. But it is not possible that they’d been there for a thousand years and turned into hippies who wore leaves instead of tie-dyed T-shirts.
The Tasaday population today is reported at 200 or so. It doesn’t seem the gene pool would be large enough to carry them through a thousand years.
You know something? Whenever Science and the nooze media get together on a story, it’s just about gotta be humbug.
Yea, let God be true, but every man a liar… (Romans 3:4)