When they are walking in the forest, the Batek are confident, even proud, of their abilities, but as they move along, they are also fearful at times of dangers. Lye Tuck-Po addresses this apparent paradox in a recent article appearing in an edited volume on the ethnography of walking. In the course of her discussion, Lye provides interesting information about the nature of the Malaysian rainforest, the gathering and hunting tactics of the Batek, and their beliefs about their landscape.

Malaysian forests, even the lowland patches of woods that the Batek live in, can be dense and forbidding—especially to a visiting anthropologist like Dr. Lye. Batek pathways differ from the roadways created by loggers, the paths used by Malays that connect their communities, or the hiking trails used by tourists. The Batek paths are just ways to get through the forests. They are narrow and not maintained at all. Indistinctly marked, they are ways for people to slip along and not much more.

The anthropologist, the author tells us from her personal experience, learns how to walk so as to avoid getting tangled in vines, impaled on thorns, or slipping in the mud. She adjusts herself to moving with people who are used to traveling through a forest together. She accepts their laughter when she slips, stumbles, trips and acts like an ungainly, non-Batek person—someone who is less graceful moving through the forested countryside than they are. She learns to slide down a steep, slippery slope on her rear, in contrast to even the Batek child who easily skips down the hill.

She also accepts the way the Batek put her near the head of any line of travel, so they can better keep an eye on her. That is the way they train their children, who also have to learn proper Batek ways through doing and being watched by their elders. She realizes that they consign the slow and the weak to the front, so that the whole group will not travel faster than the least capable among them, such as small children and a visitor.

Lye admits that during her visits among the Batek, she has had occasional qualms about creeping through the forest. But, she writes, she usually puts aside her fears of poisonous snakes and things that bite and crawl when she is with her Batek friends. Interestingly, though, they too have their fears. They are afraid of tigers and strangers, which they sometimes use as bogeys to scare children into good behavior.

She relates an interesting story about an encounter with a feared person. One evening someone entered a camp that she was in and said that Telabas, a well-known madman, had just been seen immediately across the river. The group quietly began to panic, and quickly decided to leave. They formed a consensus on where to go. In less than an hour, the entire band, over 60 people, had gathered their belongings, broken camp, and left for the new location. It was many hours of walking away. No one argued, no one disagreed with the consensus that they had to leave—immediately. As they walked quietly along the Batek pathways through the long night, everyone was clearly quite tense.

Some of the people knew Telabas, and others had actually seen his mad acts. All feared him. All agreed that leaving immediately, fleeing from any potential confrontation with him, would be the best thing to do. Also, they all knew the precise route to take to get to the agreed-upon location, where they could safely spend the remainder of the night. There was nothing random about their movement that evening—they knew exactly where they were going. In this instance, they were afraid of a potentially dangerous confrontation rather than of the forest itself.

The author explains that a pathway, a route, is a central symbol of Batek culture. One follows a path, in their language, even when leaving an established trail, just by pursuing an activity. People may decide to go somewhere, but they make various changes in plans as they are leaving. Then they change their minds along the way and get to the desired place, or not, as the circumstances develop.

Dr. Lye gives examples of this chaotic-seeming approach to organizing their daily paths. Individuals move about in camp, discussing and fussing over whether or not they will accompany others who are going somewhere. Plans are made spontaneously, and changed constantly. They improvise as things develop. That spirit of improvisation continues in the discussions people have along the trail after they do finally get going. Some people dart off to pursue interests or to chase game, while others drag along, barely keeping up.

The author examines Batek linguistic evidence about the concepts of going and coming. Walking, in their language, implies both going somewhere and returning. The concept suggests equivalence to them. They link their concepts of coming and going with a verb that means both arriving and leaving. Even their word for moving camp, normally a one-way movement, includes the concept of remembering and longing to return to the same spot. The point, Lye argues, is that the Batek value the ability to return to a campsite. It is a place to come back to. To them, moving forward in time is equivalent to connecting back to the past—to old paths, with old camps. Their future and their history are linked together.

Lye concludes that walking for the Batek is a balance between confidence and fear, between going forward and retreating backward. She feels that walking, for them at least, symbolizes having a way, a path forward; it provides a sense of life itself. Losing your way is like facing death. Becoming lost is the horror of not finding your way home. In addition, avoiding tigers and madmen along forest pathways creates places in the landscape that people have to avoid, locations that they can continue to talk about in their endless stories.

Lye Tuck-Po. 2008. “Before a Step too Far: Walking with Batek Hunter-Gatherers in the Forests of Pahang, Malaysia.” In Ways of Walking: Ethnography and Practice on Foot, edited by Tim Ingold and Jo Lee Vergunst, p.21-34. Aldershot, UK and Burlington, VT: Ashgate

A massive ice storm that shut off electric power to much of Kentucky two weeks ago didn’t affect the Amish in that state—except perhaps to bring out the best in them. According to an Associated Press story last week, when the disaster hit, the Amish knew how to help their neighbors, since they are quite used to living without electricity.

One rural Amish man, Joe Stutzman, lent some lanterns to his neighbors who had lost their power. “I feel sorry for my neighbors who were used to electricity and all of a sudden didn’t have it,” he told the reporter. “I know that must be hard for them.”

The 8,500 Amish residents of Kentucky were generally unaffected by the massive power outage, caused mostly by tree limbs falling across power lines due to the ice storm. More than half a million residents of the state lost their electricity, many for over a week, as utility crews worked around the clock trying to restore power.

The reporter was impressed by the Stutzman household, where Mr. and Mrs. Stutzman and their seven children lived quite snugly in a home heated by stove wood. Mr. Stutzman lit a kerosene lantern and showed the reporter their basement, stocked full of canned goods. He also pointed out their milk cow out back in the barn. Mrs. Stutzman and two of their daughters baked with a wood stove in the kitchen. Mr. Stutzman told the reporter he only became aware of the approaching storm from his neighbors, since he has no radio or television.

A non-Amish family living down the road from the Stutzmans, Beverly and James Hutchins, told the AP reporter that the Amish family across the road from them gave them coffee every day for the week that the power was out. They also supplied well water, fixed a lantern of theirs, lent them another one, and even baked a meal for them. “Best neighbors we’ve ever had, and we’ve been around a few places,” Mr. Hutchins told the reporter.

The reporter concluded that many non-Amish people in rural Kentucky have depended, during the previous week, on the kindness of their Amish neighbors. People like the Hutchins family gained a better sense of the Amish way of life without electricity—and they certainly grew to appreciate their generosity.

In traditional Ladakhi communities, scarce supplies of water were carefully distributed to the fields of all landowners so everyone could have their fair share of the precious resource. Mann (1986) describes how the villagers engaged churpons, officials who would channel water and avoid wastage. The churpons, paid by the families that received the water, saw to it that the irrigation channels were maintained and that everyone got their proper shares, an arrangement that was very important for the villagers.

Ancient Futures, by Norberg-Hodge (1991), also describes the traditional Ladakhi system of sharing of water under the direction of a village churpon. However, in Leh, the capital of Ladakh, Norberg-Hodge decries unwise changes to the water supply system produced by developments that tended to undercut traditions of people providing for themselves. Water supplies for the city were starting to be imported, at the expense of surrounding rural areas; as a result, she writes, “the age-old system of rotational sharing is breaking down (p.117).”

A paper in a new anthology of scholarly articles about Ladakh by Sunandan Tiwari and Radhika Gupta updates the situation with an analysis of water-sharing practices in Leh at the present time. The authors provide a detailed map of the city to accompany their careful description of the way the water is shared from district to district as it flows down the valley toward the Indus River.

They also describe the many changes that have occurred in Leh over the course of the past decades—the development of tourism, modifications in agricultural practices, migration of rural people into the city, new army settlements, and so forth. All of these issues have affected the uses and distribution of water.

With all the changing conditions of a growing urban area, agriculture is still important in Leh. Irrigation channels still run along roadways, and water is still diverted into ditches and farm fields. In rural Ladakh in general, the authors maintain, the churpon is still an elected or appointed, but annually rotated, village figure—normally, a widely respected man who supervises the village water sharing system. “This reiterates the general impartiality and equity that inheres in Ladakhi society (p.289),” they write.

Some communities draw up written agreements to record the decisions of the villagers and their expectations of the churpon. These contracts describe the payments the churpon can expect for his services, his obligations to the villagers, and his responsibilities. He is expected to make sure that water is let into fields at the proper times, that the irrigation system is properly repaired and maintained, and that minor disputes concerning water rights will be effectively mediated. Apparently, disputes are more numerous where there is less water, so sometimes the duties of the churpon can be onerous.

The proper rotation of water resources should be, in theory, fairly easy to monitor. People are responsible for routing the water into their own fields when the time is right, and if someone takes water out of turn, it is easy to see who has done so and when. Guilty parties could either apologize to the goba, the village headman, or to the churpon. In cases where disputes are not so easily resolved, they will be brought before the local court. But Ladakhis generally downplay these water disputes, a reticence that suggests they want to resolve problems quickly.

In Leh itself, traditionally, a district-level revenue officer cooperated with the headmen of the districts within the city to choose candidates for the churpon positions. A lama at a monastery in the city then chose by lot the churpons for the city districts from all the nominated candidates. All of that has changed. The position of district-level revenue officer has been abolished, and the churpons are now chosen from a list of all the households of the districts.

Residents of Leh have many other things to do than maintain the irrigation system, so they are often hesitant to assume the churpon duties. But they acknowledge that the position is important, so rather than let the tradition die completely, they have modified the way it is administered.

Earlier, seven churpons were chosen for Leh, but now the city has eleven, a reflection of the fragmentation of land holdings and the increased number of families in the valley. But the tradition of going up to a major monastery and offering prayers continues today. The amount of money offered to the churpons has increased, but the rituals welcoming them have continued.

Repairs to the Leh irrigation system have also changed—shifted from being the responsibility of the people in the community to an obligation of the district government. Minor, local repairs, however, will still be done by the people themselves. In the past, the churpons may have been paid in kind, but now they are paid in currency. In the smaller villages, the churpons are paid by the community members, but in Leh they are paid by the government.

Conflicts relating to water usage occur in the districts of Leh, but they tend to be viewed as minor matters that can be easily resolved. In some districts, people rely on the goba or the churpon to resolve the conflicts, but in others they resolve problems themselves. The more heavily populated districts of Leh have less water available and more demands for it, so conflicts are more frequent.

According to Tiwari and Gupta, the people are usually able to resolve their conflicts easily. Their social values—mutual aid, trust, and a sense of equity—still govern their social relationships, despite the changes that recent development pressures have fostered in their society.

In contrast to Norberg-Hodge, the authors argue that, rather than letting valuable traditions die completely, the Ladakhi have developed alternate approaches to keeping the old ways, such as the irrigation systems, still functioning. The changing rules governing water-distribution, they argue, indicate “a certain open-mindedness and flexibility in Ladakhi society that allows traditional systems to adapt to changing circumstance and situations (p.293).”

Tiwari, Sunandan and Radhika Gupta. 2008. “Changing Currents: An Ethnography of the Traditional Irrigation Practices of Leh Town.” In Modern Ladakh: Anthropological Perspectives on Continuity and Change, edited by Martijn van Beek and Fernanda Pirie, p. 281-300. Leiden and Boston: Brill. This is part three of a three-part series of reviews of important articles in this new book on Ladakh.

Some teachers and alumni from an urban Jharkhand school have formed a group in order to help develop the living conditions of a Birhor village in a rural area of the state. Their inaugural project was the installation of the first sanitary toilet in the village, which they accomplished on the 60th anniversary of India’s Republic Day last week.

The article that appeared in The Telegraph last Wednesday does not give many details about the Birhor village, Chalkari, except to indicate that unhygienic conditions there have led to a loss of life due to water-borne diseases. A photo accompanying the article shows a group of people gathered around, solemnly inaugurating the new toilet.

The school behind this achievement is the DAV Public School in Koyla Nagar, which is part of the major city of Dhanbad, in Jharkhand. To judge by their website, the Koyla Nagar DAV public school is a high-achieving, academic institution that is part of a nationwide system of 725 DAV schools and colleges. If the article last week is a good indication, the school wants to reach out to the poorer, rural areas of the state.

In addition to the toilet, the school group also gathered some warm clothing, sporting goods, a couple transistor radios, and some other items for the Birhor villagers. The principal of the school promised to provide a solar-powered lamp for the village. He indicated that his school students would help educate the Birhor children, though he didn’t say how that was going to be arranged.

Manish Yadav, a member of the school group working with the Birhor, explained to the paper how the group got started. “We constituted the group in 2006 with the aim of [carrying] out a study project of the Birhor population. Later, we expanded our activities to other areas such as education and hygiene.” An academic assignment thus grew into very practical development projects.

While the capture last Thursday night of Laurent Nkunda, commander of a rebellious army in eastern Congo, raised hopes for peace in that troubled country, a more important story was unfolding in Kinshasa, the capital city. The government has cancelled 91 logging concessions in that nation’s vast rainforests, nearly two-thirds of the Congo’s total.

A year ago, international news reports described how the World Bank had completely reviewed and overturned its policy that supported timbering in the Congo. A report by the Bank’s own Inspection Panel the previous year had strongly criticized the Bank for not taking actions against the illegal and unsupervised logging. It also described the harm that those policies were bringing to the natural environment and indigenous peoples of the Congo. The homes and livelihoods of the Mbuti, along with many other indigenous societies, were being destroyed by the rampant logging.

An official in the Bank responsible for environmental and natural resource management indicated last January that the next major step was for the government to carefully review all 156 logging concessions to see which ones were appropriate to let stand. The results of the government’s review, funded by the Bank, represent a step forward.

A story in The Independent last week explained that the government has just voided 91 out of the 156 logging contracts. The Africa forest expert for Greenpeace, Rene Ngongo, expressed cautious optimism. He hopes the government will carry through and implement the cancellations, and that the government will commit itself to protecting the forests. But, he said, “It is unclear how the government will enforce the cancellations of contracts in the field, and how the operations of the approved logging concessions will be controlled.”

The Minister for the Environment of the DRC, Jose Endundo, commented Monday that loggers in the 91 concessions had 48 hours to stop their operations.

The article in The Independent points out that the decision by the government still leaves over 10 million hectares of forest open to commercial logging, despite recommendations from experts in the DRC to limit logging to no more than 4.4 million hectares.

The Ju/’hoansi people of Tsumkwe and neighboring villages in the Kalahari Desert of Namibia are the subjects of a photo set that has been loaded into flickr over the past week. The photographer, Izla Kaya, includes numerous charming portraits of people of all ages.

Many of the people shots are really wonderful, even if they are posed portraits. Children are cute, young women look healthy, older people look as if they’re full of character. These portraits are definitely better than the shots the photographer included that show people doing things.

For instance, the photographer has posted a picture of a couple boys playing with their handmade cars, a nice action shot. Unfortunately, the faces of the two boys are both in shadow. It is one of the less successful pictures in the set, which includes 164 photos. In a photo titled “Streams of Living Water,” the faces of the people are dark and it is difficult to tell what they are doing, but one can infer from the paragraphs accompanying the picture that it may have been taken inside a water facility. The stone wall in the background must be the elephant fence the text refers to.

The photographer was obviously captivated by the colorful beadwork of the Ju/’hoansi women. A number of shots show bead bracelets, necklaces, purses, and other beautiful possessions. While this photo set does not rival the massive archive of pictures taken by John Marshall many decades ago and loaded into flickr by Documentary Educational Resources, these pictures are contemporary. They certainly foster an appreciation for the dignity and beauty of the Ju/’hoansi today.

Izla Kaya visited the Kalahari in the summer of 2008 as a volunteer for a group called the Pilgrim Relief Society, a non-profit NGO that supports the needs of the Ju/’hoansi as well as people in other parts of the world.

Andy Schwartzentruber, the Cambria County, Pennsylvania, Amish man who refuses to let sewage officials dictate how he will handle waste in his outhouses, may be heading for jail in another month. Hauled before county judge Norman Krumenacker on Thursday afternoon last week, Schwartzentruber was held in contempt of court for ignoring the judge’s earlier rulings in the case.

He failed to pay the fines totaling about $1,600 that the judge has levied against him in a previous hearing, and he has not made the changes to the outhouse design that the judge required. Schwartzentruber owns a farm with an Amish schoolhouse on it, and he is resisting demands by sewage enforcement officials that he follow all proper code requirements in the construction of the outhouses and the disposal of waste that accumulates in them.

If he fails to pay the fines and bring the outhouses on his property into compliance with county and state regulations within 30 days, he is likely to be sentenced to six months in jail—plus additional fines, the judge indicated. Schwartzentruber said after the hearing that he has no intention of paying or of bringing the outhouses up to compliance with the regulations.

As he put on his dark blue coat and wide-brimmed hat, one reporter asked him if he would comply with the judge’s orders. His response was definitely not. “No, I can’t do that,” he added. “We go to jail and read the Bible. We have to stand for our religion.”

The judge also warned the defendant and the other dozen members of the Schwartzentruber Amish sect present in the courtroom that he will order the school to be padlocked if they continue to resist his orders. “I really thought we could work this out, but the law is the law,” the judge said. While he wants to respect the religious beliefs of the Amish, he said that people do have to obey the law.

The attorney for the Amish, Jim Stratton, said that the Schwartzentruber members simply want to be left alone. In letters to the court, members of the Amish sect said government interference was the problem. “They pay taxes, provide their own schools and attempt to live simple lives,” Mr. Stratton said.

They do appreciate the fact that the judge is willing to try to work with them to find a compromise solution—and they understand that there may be consequences for their refusal to follow his orders. Stratton said he was not optimistic that the defendant would make the changes required. Mr. Schwartzentruber is willing to serve time in jail rather than compromise his principles.

Stratton was not sure how the Amish people were reacting to the judge’s threat to padlock their schoolhouse as well. “They didn’t really say anything,” he said. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell what they are thinking. They’re not too expressive.”

The joyful inauguration of President Obama on Tuesday was celebrated by millions, but it was also a special occasion for this website. Peaceful Societies opened for public use four years ago, on January 20, 2005. The website was never intended to have anything to do with contemporary political or social issues, and it just happened that the site was ready for our reviewers to study and offer their critiques in mid-December, 2004.

January 20 seemed like a good target date for them to send in their evaluations. Offering a website that focused on ways that existing societies are generally able to produce stable, harmonious social conditions certainly seemed far more important than simply creating a counter-inaugural event to the second inauguration of George W. Bush. His focus on trying to build peace through the use of violence may be popular in America, but it is not the province of this website to argue that issue.

It is tempting to review the past four years in a self-congratulatory spirit. It would be easy to go back over the website statistics and trumpet the growth of hits, the numbers of visits to the articles housed in the Archive, the popularity of some of the news stories and reviews, and the intense interest in some of the peaceful societies. But the people of the peaceful societies generally avoid self promotion. They are normally hesitant to proclaim their individual successes, since the jealousies that might ensue could lead to trouble—and ultimately, to violence. A self-congratulatory analysis of this website over the past four years would simply be inappropriate.

So in the spirit of the peaceful peoples themselves, it seemed best to commemorate our anniversary by looking back at the beginning of the website and seeing what best captured its spirit. A news story that appeared on the News and Reviews page on December 14, 2004, the first one to greet the four academic reviewers when they got to look at the website, was a quintessential non-event—important to a family and a small community, but unimportant to the rest of the world: the baptism of a baby girl. The Tristan da Cunha infant who was baptized late in 2004 would now be about four and one-half years old.

Coincidentally, the Tristan Times reported last week a similar piece of not terribly startling news—the birth of another baby Tristan Islander. This one, Deanna Emily Dorothy Rogers, was born on December 28, 2008, in the Vincent Pallotti Hospital in Cape Town. The news report tells us little more: the baby weighed 2.8 kg, and both mother and daughter are doing well. The mother, Sandra Rogers, left for Cape Town in October and expects to return to Tristan in another month.

The article does not indicate who the father is, whether the mother is married, or anything more about them, other than the fact that the Rogers family is delighted to announce the birth of their latest member. Everyone on Tristan already knows all of those details, of course, so why put them in the news media.

While these news and reviews pages often chronicle really important issues that face the peaceful societies—and sometimes, rather routine events as well—perhaps the very mundane nature of the birth of a little girl is also worth noting in a website of this sort. It prompts us to reflect on the tradition, among the Tristan Islanders, of perpetuating stable, peaceful social relationships, and to hope that they will continue. In fact, the picture of the baby girl that accompanies the online article shows an infant who already appears to be quite peaceful—probably because she was sound asleep when the picture was taken.

A news story last week in Nunatsiaq News from Nunavut mentioned that the third annual Iqaluit-Kimmirut dogsledding race will be held this year beginning on March 14. Race promoters hope it will help foster a revival of the use of dog sleds on South Baffin Island, an important part of the Inuit traditional heritage there.

The Association des francophones du Nunavut, sponsor of the event, has put up on its website information about what they call the Qimualiniq Quest, the revival of South Baffin dogsledding. The association hopes that the race will help build community pride in the Iqaluit/ Kimmirut region.

The dogsledders who enroll in the race will depart from Iqaluit, the territorial capital city, on March 14, race about 80 miles across southern Baffin Island to the village of Kimmirut which they expect to reach on the 16th. They will leave Kimmirut on the 18th and arrive back in Iqaluit on the 20th. The route will take the sledding teams through part of the Katannalik Territorial Park.

Prizes offered to the winners of the race are significant: first prize is $5,000, second prize is $2,500, and third prize, $1,500. The website still publishes the regulations for the 2008 race, which include such requirements as the equipment the dogsledding teams must have, the ways the handlers must treat their dogs, and prohibitions against cheating, doping, and the other ills of contemporary sports events.

The sponsors appear to have designed these detailed regulations so that the competition will be completely honorable and sportsmanlike. They specify penalties for bad behavior on the part of participants and rewards, in the form of additional points, for participants who are helpful to other competitors during the race. Interestingly, one of the requirements of the 2008 race was that only Canadian Inuit sled dogs could be used. Any dogs that did not match that condition would be disqualified at the start of the race.

A 1999 novela by Haggag Oddoul about Nubia, My Uncle Is on Labor, has just been translated into English, according to a review published in Bloomberg.com last Thursday. Oddoul’s Nights of Musk, translated into English in 2005, has become a well-known literary testament to the spirit of Old Nubia, and this newly translated work, like the 2005 book, parodies the upset lives and decaying culture of the Nubian people.

The story of My Uncle Is on Labor (the incorrect preposition is used by a child in the work) is about a village man who discovers he is pregnant—or he thinks he is. His wife, friends, local officials, even children agree that he is expecting, and taunt him about it. Concern spreads about who the father might be, and how the situation will affect the reputation of the community. Meetings are held. Curiosity seekers flood into the man’s hut to see the spectacle. Perhaps the guy is just fat, or perhaps everyone should just smoke some pot and get on with life.

The fantastic plot is a deliberate parody of the Nubian situation, where everything was turned upside down by the flooding of their homeland. Nubians who were driven away from their homes along the Nile by the closing of the Aswan Dam in 1964 make as much sense as a pregnant man, to Oddoul. The village mayor comments, “we are people whose land is drowned, and hope drowned with it.”

The reviewer for Bloomberg.com, Daniel Williams, describes his interview with Oddoul at the Alexandria, Egypt, railroad station while many Nubian people living in that city were preparing to leave by train to visit their lost homeland. An ardent proponent of the idea that the Egyptian government should provide land for the Nubians in Southern Egypt near Lake Nasser, Oddoul despairs about his people.

“We were once kings, and now we are clowns,” he tells the journalist. But with Nubians crowding around the train that is about to depart, he says, “this is a day we are really happy.”

He summarizes his despair about the decline of the Nubian culture. “Our arts, our dance, our values are disappearing,” he tells the writer. “To restore our character, we need a presence in our place and that place is Nubia.”