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Oh,
What a Blow That Phantom Gave Me! by Edmund Carpenter
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LOVE
THY LABEL AS THYSELF
JOYCE In
the Middle Sepik, radios are common, tape recorders exist, and, though
I saw no cameras, I met would-be camera owners. Movies
are occasionally shown by the government in certain villages. Without
exception, the most popular films are those on New Guinea life. Villagers
are aware that cameras can record their daily activities. In
Kandangan village the people became co-producers with us in making a film.
The initial proposal came from us, but the actual filming of an initiation
ceremony became largely their production. In
this area of the Sepik, the male initiation rite is absolutely forbidden
to women, in the past on penalty of death. Our chief cameraman was a woman.
It never occurred to us to ask if she might film: we assumed such a request
would not only be denied, it would offend. But the Kandangan elders asked
if she was good, and when told, "Yes, better than any of us,"
they requested that she operate one camera. Not only did they permit her
inside the sacred enclosure, but they showed her where to position her
equipment, helped her move it & delayed the ceremony while she reloaded.
I'm convinced she was allowed to witness this rite, not because she was
an outsider, but solely because her presence was necessary for the production
of the best possible film. The
initiates were barely conscious at the end of their ordeal, but they grinned
happily when shown Polaroid shots of their scarified backs. The elders
asked to have the sound track played back to them. They then asked that
the film be brought back & projected, promising to erect another sacred
enclosure for the screening. Finally
they announced that this was the last involuntary initiation & they
offered for sale their ancient water drums, the most sacred objects of
this ceremony. Film threatened to replace a ceremony hundreds, perhaps
thousands, of years old. Yet
film could never fulfill the ceremony's original function. That function
was to test young men for manhood & weld them forever into a closed,
sacred society. Now the ceremony, and by an extension the entire society,
could be put on a screen before them, detached from them. They could watch
themselves. No one who ever comes to know himself with the detachment
of an observer is ever the same again. Postcript: When the film was not finished within the promised time & hence not shown in the village, involuntary initiations were resumed. |
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Pages
134-135
Oh, What a Blow That Phantom Gave Me! by Edmund Carpenter Holt, Rinehart and Winston - New York, Chicago, San Francisco Copyright 1972, 1973 by Edmund Carpenter translated to hypermedia and edited by Michael Wesch 2002 |