I was raised in a tribal situation, among cannibal people.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I lived in grass huts in a jungle in the Philippines for three weeks with tribal people.
I believe that if ever I had to practice cannibalism, I might manage if there were enough tarragon around.
In '73 I photographed the cannibals in New Guinea. They treated me OK but they didn't make you feel relaxed... I managed to escape unscathed though, I'm pretty good at that.
I became a vegetarian after I became aware of factory farming and slaughterhouses and the torture and inhumane handling of all these animals.
If you go back in time you'll find tribes that were essentially only concerned with their own tribal members. If you were a member of another tribe, you could be killed with impunity.
In the larger world, tribalism is an enormous problem, as it ever has been: both strength and idiocy borne from belonging.
It's always been a great survival value for people to believe they belong to a superior tribe. That's just in human relationships.
Cannibals are devouring senators.
Tribal life comes automatically to an end when a primitive people begins to live in a town or a city, for sooner or later a tribal organization is found to be incompatible with life in a city.
The Indians began to be troublesome all around me, killing and wounding cattle, stealing horses, and threatening to attack us. I was obliged to make campaigns against them and punish them.
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