The Harmless People

In the early 20^th century, a few pioneers combed the back woods of rural Appalachia to document and record the last remnants of American roots music still unchanged by the cultural upheavals of the 20^th century. This music soon evolved into the blues, rock & roll, and country music of the 20^th century. Similarly, Laurence Marshall and his family, through three expeditions beginning in 1950, set out to document and record the !Kung of the Kalahari Desert, who were among the last surviving hunter-gatherer societies in the world yet to evolve and trade their old way with the ways of civilization.

The Harmless People, authored by the daughter, is a unique and beautifully written record of the hunter gather experience just before encroaching modern civilization brought about its demise — at least as a self sustaining ancient tradition. I bought this book seven years ago and just got around to reading it. It corroborates my own analysis of civilization and its effect upon us based on my years of traveling and living abroad mostly in developing countries. For more of my personal history, see The Further One Goes…

Are you a bushman at heart?

I imagine anyone truly drawn to a Taoist worldview is a hunter-gatherer at heart. By this, I mean anyone skeptical of civilization’s promises of progress. We intuitively know the unintended tradeoffs humanity has made following the agricultural revolution some 10,000 years ago. I suppose you could say we ‘taoists’ are genetic outliers to a degree. We don’t fit in, despite how civilization’s storyline has been programming us from birth onward. To be fair, I honestly think everyone fits this description to some degree, albeit, deep down subconsciously. It is a matter of degree. Folks most enamored with the comfort and security that civilization promises will not be able to relate to this… even so, that may only be a matter of time ⁽¹⁾.

I don’t have much more to say—for once—other than to say I highly recommend The Harmless People  by Elizabeth Marshall Thomas! The observations help put context and meaning into what it is to be human. Although we are not hunter-gathers in life style anymore, the instincts that drove them then still drive us today! Those instincts just manifest themselves differently now in emergent property ways, (e.g., shopping is a form of hunter gathering). Reading this ethnographic research can help reconnect us to our ancestral roots — spiritually speaking. Particularly noticeable to me is how much of the hunter-gatherer life hinges on deep social connection and sense of belonging. Of course, this is true for civilized people, but it manifests itself much more subtly and self-consciously.

Evolution: ‘no loss and failure, no gain and success’

I don’t hold with Elizabeth Marshall on about how she sees the loss of the hunter-gatherer life style as deplorable. I mean, I do sympathize and deeply morn the tragedy, but then that is life, isn’t it? Life encompasses unavoidable suffering as it ebbs and flows through loss and gain — at least from a Buddhist and Taoist perspective. Certainly, at some level we all feel that something is amiss, and idealize either the ‘good old days’ or ‘a better future’. The truth is, something must always be ‘wrong’ in the evolutionary process. If it was ‘right’, then what remains to evolve?

‘In the big picture’, I see the hunter-gatherer loss as merely another ‘passing season’ in our species’ evolution. To be honest, the hunter-gatherer old way life style replaced the life style that preceded it… i.e., pre 35,000+ years ago. I find that I trod through life more gracefully by embracing nature’s ways, both ebb and flow. Frankly, evolution is a journey down the bumpy road of extinction and renewal. As the saying goes, “If you can’t fight ‘em, join ‘em”.

⁽¹⁾ Distractions play a role in this for everyone really. None of us escapes the bait of pleasures promised. Another angle to this is how closely connected one needs to feel to buy into civilization’s promises. For me, a genuine sense of connection only occurred after I had a family and children of my own. I never could feel tribal bond through sports, clubs, politics, religion, etc., as most ‘normal’ people. That said, I know I’m not alone and I know ‘normal’ is a bell curve. In the end, differences are illusionary; similarity is reality. Chapter 56 says it all:

Knowing doesn’t speak; speaking doesn’t know.
Subdue its sharpness, untie its tangles,
Soften its brightness, be the same as dust,
This is called profound sameness.