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DO HEADHUNTING CANNIBALS STILL EXIST?

It’s a excruciating way to die. Imagine the panicked horror. Tearing through the jungle on a hot tropical island being chased by primitive men armed with sharpened stick spears, bows and arrows, and razor-edged bamboo knives. You’re viciously overpowered,  savagely beheaded as a manhood trophy, then your limbs are cruelly hacked and severed from your torso which is packed off and cooked over an earthen-pit fire to be ritualistically devoured in a secret stone-age ceremony.

This stuff was real. This business actually occurred some time in the past. The question is — do headhunting cannibals still exist?

I watched a National Geographic Special hosted by Piers Gibbon titled Search for the Cannibals of the South Pacific. The film crew traveled to remote parts of the region of Oceania in search of the answer. What they found was fascinating. That is, if you’re curious as to whether there still are active headhunters who consume human flesh.

To start, there’s a difference between headhunters and cannibals. Not all headhunters are cannibals and not all cannibals are headhunters. I’m sure you’re aware of relatively recent North American cannibal named Jeffrey Dahmer who serial-killed gay men and ate them. Dahmer was a bit of a one-off, though. What I’m referring to is an organized culture that endorses inter-tribal warfare where men battle other men and then behead them a prized proof of manhood.

But, it’s an entirely different level to go ahead and eat them.

There’s no question headhunting and cannibalism once existed in places like Papua New Guinea, Fiji, the Solomon Islands, and Indonesia. There are historic reports of the practice in The Philippines, Borneo, and Taiwan. Then, there are primitive tribes protected in the Amazon rain forest. Who knows what they did or they do.

A very famous victim of headhunters and cannibals was Michael Rockefeller. Yes, the son of New York Governor and United States Vice president Nelson Rockefeller (also grandson of financier J.D. Rockefeller). In 1961, this entitled and arrogant young fellow thought it was a good idea to check out the natives in West Papua and see if he could collect (steal) some of their art for his museum.

That didn’t turn out so well for Rockefeller III. Here’s an account from the book Savage Harvest: A Tale of Cannibals, Colonialism, and Michael Rockefeller’s Tragic Quest by Carl Hoffman on what demise fell upon the poor soul:

One of the tribesmen drove a spear into Michael Rockefeller’s ribs as the young man was swimming for his life. After being beheaded, his head was scalped, cut across the face from the root of the nose to the nape of his neck. His ribs were broken with an ax, his sternum ripped out, his arms and legs cut off, and entrails pulled out. Some of them were eaten straight away. The others cooked individually. A big feast for the tribe started with chanting. Then the tribesmen had sex with each other, shared their wives, and drank their urine. Afterward, they spread Michael’s blood all over their bodies and danced wildly like possessed.  

No, thank you.

I’m sure there’s a psychology behind taking heads and cooking humans. From what I’ve read while researching this piece is that, historically, these acts came down to animism. That’s the belief that everything has a soul or spiritual power. It seems the act of beheading a foe is to take the power stored in that being and transferring to one’s self.

And, I’m certain that ritualistic cannibalism wasn’t necessary for subsistence. You probably heard the story of the Andes aircraft crash where survivors resorted to cannibalism so they could stay alive. No, ritualistic cannibalism wasn’t about protein fulfillment. It, too, must have been some sort of power trip.

Part of my brief research into this not-for-all topic was finding an article titled Fiji: Still the Cannibal Island. It was written in 2014 by Tanja Laden who purports to have interviewed a modern-day cannibal on the island of Taveuni. Here’s an excerpt:

Rapuga and I sat down to discuss how cannibalism first became a ritualized practice in Fiji when European settlers arrived in the 19th century. He told me Fijians would eat people from other “races” to protect their property and as a form of revenge. When hunting down and eating their enemies, locals used a stone ax (matau vatu) and a spear (moto), along with an eye-gauger (totokia) and a sea (pronounced say-ah), which was like a brain-smasher. Then they’d eat their victims with a special cannibal fork called an ai cula ni bokola.

After Fijians killed their enemy, they’d drink the blood in order to become more powerful, because, as Rapuga noted, “the blood runs through the entire body.” The corpse would then be divided into portions, with the chief eating the heart and brain because everyone believed he’d literally “absorb” his enemy’s knowledge and courage. Next, a village priest would perform a ritual to one of the gods and the tribe would gather for a big celebration under the moonlight, dancing with their spears around a bonfire while the feast was cooking.

I asked Rapuga how humans tasted, and whether cannibals would serve the meat with any side dishes like vegetables. He said humans tasted like pork but sweeter, and that they’d cook the meat in an earth oven and serve it with breadfruit and yams.

Whether it’s true or not, I don’t know. But, it makes for an interesting story. It also jives with conclusions on the National Geographic Special.

So, if headhunters and cannibals still exist, who are the usual suspects? There’s a lot of information on the net that I tapped into. This material is not from personal experience, and I had no intention of making a field trip to find out. Here is another excerpt. It’s from from The Last Cannibals (5 Tribes With Dreadful Headhunting History) which sums up the situation far better than what I can write:

DANI TRIBE — “THE DEAD BIRDS”

The Central Highlands of West Papua is home to the Dani people who had been waiting a long time to be discovered. They live in so-called “honai honai”, tiny mushroom-shaped huts made out of thatch and reeds and they are hunters. Men spend most of the time preparing primitive weapons, hunting and treating resulting injuries while women look after the youngsters, grow sweet potatoes and tobacco.

Like most of the ethnic groups in New Guinea, Dani tribe lives in its own world full of odd rites and rituals. A big part of funeral ceremonies is finger amputation of the female members for each death in a family or multiple pig slaughtering during celebrations to show the success of the community. Pig feasts and cooking rituals are a big part of every important event when several pigs are killed using a bow and arrow, portioned, wrapped in a banana leaf, and traditionally cooked in the earth oven together with potatoes and cassava.

Small-scale warfare between villages is integral to traditional Dani culture. The emphasis in battle is to insult the enemy and wound or kill token victims, as opposed to capturing territory or property or vanquishing the enemy village. Afterward, their remains are kept for a big feast, weapons are decorated with the ornaments made out of the victim`s body and trophies such as the skull, bones, and hair are displayed in the most respected part of the village.

YALI TRIBE — “THE DWARF WARRIORS”

Sharing the territory of Baliem Valley with Dani people, less-visited Yali subgroup, only discovered in the early 60s, is known as a “tribe of dwarfs” due to their short height (150 cm on average). The access to these villages is somehow limited, not only because of their altitude of about 2,500 m but also the fact that the only way how to reach these settlements is a several-day trek through thick vegetation and rugged, steep mountains of Jayawijaya.

Similarly to the Dani tribe, the Yali walk around rather naked, men solely protect the most important part – their penis, using a tube-like gourd, called “koteka”, and topless women only wearing a skirt made out of grass and other natural material. Pigs are considered to bring wealth and they are only eaten on special occasions.  It is quite a spectacle to see the indigenous women cuddling the snorting animals before they kill them and steam the meat on hot rocks.

The Yali were also ill-famed hunters and reputed cannibals, once used to eat the flesh and brain of their enemies while still warm, grind the bones to dust and throw it into the deep valley to prevent them from returning.  The region is so remote and inaccessible that even the neighboring ethnic groups rarely used to get in contact with each other. That resulted in a different development of each individual language, so the minorities of this territory often do not even understand each other.

ASMAT TRIBE — “THE HEADHUNTERS”

The tidal swampland of West Papua`s southern coast is some of the least accessible parts of the world. This is the domain of the Asmat tribe famous for their spectacular wood carvings, considered to be among the world’s finest, but more importantly for being the legendary Head Hunters.

Once, in the time of war, they ate brains of their enemies mixed with sago worms – that all served on the halved skull. Afterward, they cleaned it and used it as a pillow to evoke respect and fear. They did not kill for food or not even the skull as a trophy but they worshipped the skull as a sacred object and it was believed to have special powers.

After the skull was stripped of the soft parts, e.g. brain, eyes, and skin the nasal nostrils were closed to prevent the evil spirits to enter the household were the decorated skulls were displayed. The Asmat warriors and their children would inhabit the names of enemies they had killed.

KOROWAI TRIBE — “THE TREE PEOPLE”

The Korowai are neighbors of the Asmat, occupying the inland territory of Yaniruma, near Senga and Dairam rivers. These tribes live in the tree houses built up to 30-50 m above the ground, in the rainforest clearings of the deep southern jungles.

This ethnic group is to be one of the most isolated ones and believed to continue practicing rites related to cannibalism still today. The difficult access did not allow the missionaries during the Dutch colonial period to come to these areas so they could civilize the Korowai people. Those few who made it to the outlying villages were eaten or driven away.

The Korowai are quite a fascinating subgroup and they are often called “Bedouins of Jungle” for their continuous moving from place to place in order to find food and hunt for crocodiles. They build and move their treehouses on a regular basis which makes very hard for scientists to study them. Except for a nutshell covering their penises men do not wear clothes. Women only use a basic skirt made out of sago leaves.

KOMBAI TRIBE — “THE ENDO-CANNIBALS”

The Kombai tribe is another “tree” community building their homes high in the canopy. They live in clans along the Buzza River. The closest relatives to the Korowai, they have a very similar cultural background. Men wear a hornbill head instead of the gourd and a bird beak used as a protection for their genitals. Women are traditionally in charge of making sago – the starch obtained from the sago palm tree. Pigs serve as a currency and they are sacred animals that get only sacrificed on a special occasion and cooked on the traditional earth-oven.

The people of Kombai still strictly hold on their ancient animist beliefs. Leadership structures are based on the quality of a strong man – and that has to be proven by their hunting skills. The Kombai used to kill their enemies for their organs and blood which were eaten and the bodies were stuffed with leaves and grass.

The Kombai  are associated with endo-cannibalism – a ritual cannibalism within the same community. In the belief of gaining some of the qualities of the beloved person, family members would kill and eat internal organs and drink the blood of their own relatives. Totemism, black magic, witchcraft, and sorcery are an important part of their cultural heritage.

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Although these five Oceanic tribes do exist and walk among us, I couldn’t find any proof that they still practice headhunting and cannibalism today. Even National Geographic couldn’t make that finding. However, the practice was certainly active in 1951 when Doctor Willem Vesser traveled with Papuan New Guinea people and witnessed firsthand what went on in their world. Here’s an excerpt from a paper titled Headhunting on the South Coast by Dr. Vesser with actual photos from the paper:

The Papuan is still a traditional savage, a cannibal who headhunts and lives in constant fear. Fear of their own kind and fear of evil spirits. An individual cannot be sure of his life from one moment to the next and there are all sorts of primitive rituals to ward off the unknown. 

A head-hunting trip is usually a cowardly attack. The enemy village is surrounded at night.  All possible escape routes are cut off, and around sunrise it is time to attack. Bamboo trumpets wake the victims who are initially paralyzed with fear and who then take off in an attempt to find shelter. But mostly they end up running straight into the head hunters’ lair. Especially the women and children are easy victims. The captives are killed off brutally. And then the ritual slaughter commences. The muscles and tendons of the neck are cut through with a bamboo knife. The spine is rotated and crunched. The torso is cut open on each side. After removing the intestines, the arms and legs are severed and loaded onto the prauwen (canoes).

The women await in the village. From afar, they can ascertain that the trip has been a success. The meat is roasted and eaten. A hole is made in the skull with a special chisel and both the brains and the jaws are removed. The tongue is also roasted and eaten. There is drumming and dancing, the party continues until sunrise. The monotonous singing can be heard far and wide. Nightfall in the jungle closes in on the dancing barbarians. The song of chirping crickets reaches a crescendo and merges with the drone of male voices: A primeval melody from the Stone Age.

All this sounds very savage, indeed. I have no doubt that Dr. Vesser’s account is true and that this actually happened seventy years ago. But, what about today? In 2020? Do headhunting cannibals still exist?

National Geographic’s conclusion was yes and no. They located and interviewed elders who claimed to have participated in these rituals back in their youth. They admitted to severing heads and eating human remains. But, the elders said this no longer takes place.

That makes sense. It also makes it much safer, now, in traveling to exotic places like the jungles of New Guinea, Fiji, Borneo, and the Solomon Islands. Let me know how you make out if you go.

A FREEDOM LESSON TO REMEMBER

A3November 11th is Remembrance Day in Commonwealth countries—Veterans Day in the United States. The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month is observed, not just to reflect on the time in 1918 when armistice was signed to end the First World War, but to honor sacrifices made by so many military personnel—ensuring the survival of democracy. This story from a little classroom teaches you an eye-opening lesson about freedom that you’ll never forget.

A1Martha Cothren is a social studies teacher at Joe T. Robinson High School in Little Rock, Arkansas. On the first day of school in September of 2005, Ms. Cothren did something to be remembered. With permission from the principal and school superintendent, she removed all the desks in her classroom.

When the first-period kids entered the room, they were shocked to find no desks.

“Ms. Cothren, where’s our desks?”

She replied, “You can’t have a desk until you tell me how you earn the right to sit at a desk.”

They answered, “Well, maybe it’s our grades.”

“No,” she said.

“Maybe it’s our behavior.”

She told them, “No, it’s not even your behavior.”

A2And so, they came and went. The first period. Second period. Third period. Still no desks in the classroom. Kids called their parents to tell them what was happening and by early afternoon a television news crew gathered to report about this crazy school teacher who’d taken all the desks out of her room.

The day’s final period arrived and, as puzzled students found seats on the floor of the desk-less classroom, Martha Cothren said, “Throughout the day, no one’s been able to tell me just what he or she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this classroom. Now I’m going to tell you.”

Martha Cothren went over and opened her classroom door.

A6Twenty-seven Veterans, all in uniform, walked into that classroom—each carrying a school desk. The Vets began placing the desks in rows, then walked over and stood against the wall. By the time the last soldier placed the final desk, those kids started to understand—perhaps for the first time in their lives—just how the right to sit at their desks had been earned.

Martha said, “You didn’t earn the right to sit at these desks. These heroes did it for you. They placed the desks here for you. They went halfway around the world, giving up their education and interrupting their careers and families so you could have the freedom you have. Now, it’s up to you to sit in them. It is your responsibility to learn, to be good students, to be good citizens. They paid the price so that you could have the freedom to get an education. Don’t ever forget it.”

I think Martha Cothren taught us all a lesson about freedom in that Little Rock classroom. And I think her lesson needs to be shared.

A13Over my six decades of enjoying freedom, I’ve attended every Remembrance Day ceremony as far back as I can remember—two of those decades marching in the parade wearing the red serge uniform of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

But I didn’t earn the freedom to march in my police uniform. That was earned by people like my father, Alan Rodgers, a World War Two air-gunner who served in a Lancaster bomber crew flying over Nazi Germany, and my mother, Lillian (Wegenast) Rodgers, who proudly served in an equally-important uniform as a Royal Canadian Air Force air traffic controller.

Alan JumpAnd today, I proudly watch as my twenty-five-year-old son (yes, also Alan Rodgers) marches in the uniform of the Canadian Army, with his earned paratrooper jump wings.

I proudly wore a peace officer uniform for a lot of years, but what I did in helping to maintain local law and order was nothing—absolutely nothing—compared to what Veterans of the Great War, World War Two, Korea, Vietnam, Bosnia, Iraq, and Afghanistan did for our society.

And now we have ISIL/ISIS to face. Selfishly, I hope my son never has to use the skills he’s been taught. Alan’s skills are to employ the harsh tools of war needed to protect our freedom.

Freedom is not free. It’s earned at a tremendous cost. Many paid the ultimate price to give us freedom—like the freedom Martha Cothren had to educate her kids in that desk-less classroom.

Lest we forget.

THE REAL AFGHANISTAN FROM A MARINE RECON’S VIEW

I was sent this piece from an author wishing to remain anonymous. From knowing soldiers who served in Afghanistan and hearing first-hand of their experiences with that country and its people, I think it’s a very realistic look at a destitute situation.

Af1I’m a Reconnaissance Marine in Afghanistan writing from the Sand Pit. I’m freezing my balls off here – sitting on hard, cold dirt between rocks and shrubs at the base of the Hindu Kush Mountains, along the Dar’yoi Pamir River, and watching a hole that leads to a tunnel that leads to a cave. Stake out, my friend, and no pizza delivery for thousands of miles.

I also glance at the area around my ass every ten to fifteen seconds to avoid another scorpion sting. I’ve actually given up battling the chiggers and sand fleas, but the scorpions give a jolt like a cattle prod. Hurts like a bastard. The antidote tastes like transmission fluid, but God bless the Marine Corps for the five vials of it in my pack.

Af2The one ugly truth the Taliban cannot escape is that, believe it or not, they are human beings, which means they have to eat food and drink water. That requires couriers and that’s where a bounty hunter like me comes in handy.

I track the couriers, locate the tunnel entrances and storage facilities, type the info into the handheld, and shoot the coordinates up to the satellite link that tells the air commanders where to drop the hardware. We bash some heads for a while, and then I track and record the new movement. It’s all about intelligence.

Af3AWe haven’t even brought in the snipers yet. These scurrying rats have no idea what they’re in for. We are but days away from cutting off supply lines and allowing the eradication to begin. But you know – I’m a romantic. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: This country blows, man. It’s not even a country.

There are no roads, there’s no infrastructure, there’s no government. This is an inhospitable, rock pit shit hole ruled by eleventh century warring tribes. There are no jobs here like we know jobs. Afghanistan offers only two ways for a man to support his family; join the opium trade or join the army. That’s it. Those are your options.

Af4Oh, I forgot, you can also live in a refugee camp and eat plum-sweetened, crushed beetle paste and squirt mud like a goose with stomach flu, if that’s your idea of a party. But the smell alone of those ‘tent cities of the walking dead‘ is enough to hurl you into the poppy fields to cheerfully scrape bulbs for eighteen hours a day.

I’ve been living with these Tajiks and Uzbeks, and Turkmen and even a couple of Pashtus for over a month-and-a-half now, and this much I can say for sure: These guys, are Huns….actual, living Huns. They LIVE to fight. It’s what they do. It’s ALL they do. They have no respect for anything, not for their families, nor for each other, nor for themselves.

Af5They claw at one another as a way of life. They play polo with dead calves and force their five-year-old sons into human cockfights to defend the family honor. Huns, roaming packs of savage, heartless beasts who feed on each other’s barbarism. Cavemen with AK-47’s. Then again, maybe I’m just a cranky bastard.

I’m freezing my ass off on this stupid hill because my lap warmer is running out of juice, and I can’t recharge it until the sun comes up in a few hours.

Oh yeah! You like writing, Garry. Do me a favor. Write a letter to CNN and tell Wolf Blitzer and Anderson Cooper and that awful, sneering, pompous Aaron Brown to stop calling the Taliban ‘smart’.

They are not smart.

Af6I suggest CNN invest in a dictionary because the word they are looking for is “cunning.” The Taliban are cunning, like jackals and hyenas and wolverines. They are sneaky and ruthless, and when confronted, cowardly. They are hateful, malevolent parasites who create nothing and destroy everything else.

Smart! Bullshit! Yeah, they’re real smart, they’ve spent their entire lives reading only one book (and not a very good one, as books go) and consider hygiene and indoor plumbing to be products of the devil! They’re still figuring out how to work a Bic lighter.

Af7Talking to a Taliban warrior about improving his quality of life is like trying to teach an ape how to hold a pen. Eventually, he just gets frustrated and sticks you in the eye with it.

OK, enough. Snuffle will be up soon, so I have to get back to my hole. Covering my tracks in the snow takes a lot of practice, but I’m good at it.

Please, I ask you to tell my fellow Americans, and the rest of the civilized world, to turn off the TV sets and move on with your lives. The story line you’re getting from CNN and other news agencies is utter bullshit and designed not to deliver truth, but rather to keep you glued to the screen so you will watch the commercials.

Af8CThe worst thing you guys can do right now is sit around analyzing what we’re doing over here, because you have no fucking idea what we’re doing and, really, you don’t want to know. We are your military, and we are only doing what you sent us here to do.

“Semper Fi” – Freedom is not free, but the U.S. Marine Corps will pay most of your share.