Two Ways of Doing Anthropology, Maybe a Third, and Still Losing

Posted on 27 June 2008 by


This is a fragment of a thought, admittedly jaded, but I would not say it is fictitious. The ideas listed below are thoughts that have been thought, words that have been uttered, statements expressed by students, by colleagues, in bits and pieces in passing in a wide assortment of published pieces in anthropology. These are two ways of conceiving and doing anthropology, leading to an unremarkable synthesis that seems to capture the worst of both worlds. It seems that no matter what has been done with anthropology, one cannot “win.”

SELF: I STUDY MY OWN CULTURE, and therefore some say that approach is, or shows,

  • introverted, provincial, self-absorbed, nationalistic
  • a lack of curiosity about the wider world
  • unable to recognize and criticize the taken-for-granted aspects of one’s own culture
  • not distinctively anthropological, more like sociology
  • trying to exoticize the familiar, does not escape the preeminent prejudices of a colonial discipline

OTHER: I STUDY OTHER CULTURES, and therefore some say that approach is, or shows,

  • alienation
  • a search for the exotic, the erotic
  • voyeurism
  • primitivism, romanticism
  • can never know the other

STUDYING SELF AND OTHER — THE SYNTHESIS:

  • writing one’s self into the other, ventriloquizing the other — domination, fiction (as in “untruth”)
  • remaking one’s self in the image of the other — alienation, fiction (as in “untruth”)
  • cultures don’t translate into one another, or else they would not be different
  • self remains the subject, the author, while the other remains the object
  • still idiographic, still particularistic

Is this the double bind that will afflict any “science” that claims to study “difference”? Is the problem one of conceiving one’s research in terms of self and other, rather than in terms of specific social and political problems? Is the problem above the child of the culture concept and its flaws?

If anyone has an answer, I would love to hear from you. In the meantime, speaking of exotic and erotic, it brought to mind a poem by Suheir Hammad:

don’t wanna be your exotic
some delicate fragile colorful bird
imprisoned caged
in a land foreign to the stretch of her wings
don’t wanna be your exotic
women everywhere are just like me
some taller darker nicer than me
but like me but just the same
women everywhere carry my nose on their faces
my name on their spirits
don’t wanna
don’t seduce yourself with
my otherness my hair
wasn’t put on top of my head to entice
you into some mysterious black voodoo
the beat of my lashes against each other
ain’t some dark desert beat
it’s just a blink
get over it
don’t wanna be your exotic
your lovin of my beauty ain’t more than
funky fornication plain pink perversion
in fact nasty necrophilia
cause my beauty is dead to you
I am dead to you
not your
harem girl geisha doll banana picker
pom pom girl pum pum shorts coffee maker
town whore belly dancer private dancer
la malinche venus hottentot laundry girl
your immaculate vessel emasculating princess
don’t wanna be
your erotic
not your exotic