Conteaza cum se poarta oamenii din trib intre ei. Din afara pot fi vazuti ca salbatici sau "derbedei". E normal sa fie in conflict cu civilizatia, nu au un teritoriu al lor unde sa poata trai din ce au acolo - fara sa munceasca. Cum au facut oamenii milioane de ani si inca fac lucrul asta unde nu am ajuns "noi".
Ideea ca de la o anumita varsta in viata e normal sa iti pierzi 8 ore pe zi facand lucruri neinteresante (asa trbuie sa fie) e propaganda. Divide et impera. Cultura stapanilor de sclavi. Numai divizati acceptam asa ceva. Si suntem divizati-separati intre noi inca de la gradinita. Chiar mai devreme.
Am spus - copii din triburi nu au jocuri competitive nici jocuri de-a razboiul. Nu simteau nevoia sa dovedeasca ceva pentru a fi "acceptati". Simteau deja ca sunt acceptati total si nu mai aveau nevoie sa dovedeasca nimic nimanui.
Hell's Angels asta sunt - un trib fara teritoriu. Fata de sistem ei sunt "banditi". Intre ei sunt frati. Aceleasi legaturi povestite de aia care au fost la razboi impreuna. Asa erau si vechile triburi. Hell's Angels nu vin la tine in oras sa "loot and pillage". Desi sunt "rebeli" si cauta libertatea, ei nu ii vad pe ceilalti oameni ca "tribul inamic". Stiu ca oamenii obisnuiti nu au nimic cu ei. ca Si triburile indienilor erau mari, erai prieten cu cei din grupul tau, si altii, dar tot tribul nu putei sa il cunosti.
Era un interviu prin filmul de mai sus "Cum e sa locuiesti pe aceasi strada cu Hell's Angels ?" "Foarte bine, ne ajuta sunt respectuosi si nici un hot nu indrazneste sa vina aici" .
De asta admir eu triburile : libertate, modul in care oamenii se poarta intre ei, lipsa muncii, toata viata fiind o joaca. Neverland ? Ia ziceti de ce sunt copii fascinati de "Pirati" ? Si ni se pare normal lucrul asta - dar apoi propaganda stapanilor de sclavi intervine "bine bine, acum lasa aiurelile si treci la munca". De parca munca ar fi "sfanta". Asta tot propaganda e. Daca e asa de sfanta de ce vor toti sa ajunga bogati si sa stea ? Pentru ca sunt "decazuti", "pacatosi" ?
Nu zic sa nu faci ce iti place. Tocmai - sa faci ce iti place nu e munca. Cum ar fi sa faci ce iti place tot timpul ?
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Young people know it most certainly; we call that knowledge idealism.
They know that there is a way the world is supposed to be, and a magnificent role for themselves in that more beautiful world. Broken to the lesser lives we offer them, they react with hostility, rage, cynicism, depression, escapism, or self-destruction—all the defining qualities of modern adolescence. Then we blame them for not bringing these qualities under control, and when they finally have given up their idealism we call them mature. Having given up their idealism, they can get on with the business of survival: practicality and security, comfort and safety, which is what we are left with in the absence of purpose. So we suggest they major in something practical, stay out of trouble, don't take risks, build a résumé. We think we are practical and wise in the ways of the world. Really we are just broken and afraid. We are afraid on their behalf, and, less nobly, we are afraid of what their idealism shows us: the plunder and betrayal of our own youthful possibilities. The recovery of purpose, the acceptance of teleology into the language of science, promises whether directly or metaphorically to undo all of that.
Oamenii nu traiesc doar sa "supravietuiasca"
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You have church groups, relief agencies, military operators, social scientists, archeologist's, etc...all dying to get their hands on people like this. Of course, they would get killed trying to do it from the ground, these tribes will out and out kill you as an outsider. The west shows up with radios and food, they look at it hastly and toss it aside, tell you to leave. One kid starts messing with the radio and picks up some music, people in the tribe start to get intrigued. They open up the food, and have a taste, its good and safe. A few weeks later, a landrover shows up with more things, they communicate in archaic means, give them t-shirts with Nike logos and shoes to boot.
They move into the nearest big city, get shaved up, loose the war paint and get a job cleaning urinals at the local Hilton hotel. Before you know it, the tribe has lost contact with each other and the people individually begin to enter into a deep cycle of poverty, they are unbelievably sad. They get a group of people back together, by shear luck, they take a bus to the border of the inhabited areas, they go and take rental cars as far as they can go. They walk back into their lands, its nothing but smoke, machinery, cane fields and a totally lost culture. They go back, live off the rest of their lives a miserable existence. In Brazil, we talked to Army guys that were born into these kinds of situations, they can talk about this stuff at great length. It so sad to listen to, they were living a fairly decent life. They had death and other issues, but at the very least they were happy, until man showed up and tempted them.
The story gets repeated over and over again so many times people have lost count. When I would train in areas like this in S.A., we would run into friendly tribes, I always told them to just hold onto what you have and ignore us. We cannot do anything better for you than you can for yourself. We are just passing through. The only time I'd do anything for them was to help someone who was injured, I had medicine so I gave it to them. Never stayed to see if the antibiotics worked out, but thats about the limit of my engagements. They need to be left alone, its better in the jungle than in the city.
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The plan by the Arabs to buy their land is all the more ironic: the Hadza have no concept of private property, roaming unchecked for thousands of years alongside the animals they hunt.
Nevertheless, the Tanzanian government has repeatedly tried to 'tame' the Hadza, building houses and trying to teach them to grow crops. One attempt to resettle them ended when a dozen perished when they were forced into modern homes.
"They just rotted inside and died," said Charles Ngereza, a tribal expert.