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A Witch Hunt in New Guinea: Anthropology on Trial
MICHAEL WESCH
Department Of Anthropology
Sociology, Anthropology, And Social Work
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Kansas State University
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Anthropology and Humanism, Vol. 32, Issue 1, pp 4–17, ISSN 0892-8339, online ISSN 1548-1379.
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most historians now estimate that approximately 40,000 accused witches were
killed during the so-called witch craze in Europe from the 15th to the 17th cen-
turies, at a rate of approximately 133 killings per year (Levack 1995). We look
back on that era with a sense of horror. Yet we seem to look on our current era,
in which the numbers I have presented suggest that the rate of persecution may
be many times higher, with a sense of ambivalence. To what can we attribute
this ambivalence? Why have there been no widespread calls to action?
Commenting on this problem over 35 years ago, Mary Douglas noted this
ironic double standard: “Dangerous in Europe, the same beliefs in Melanesia
or Africa appeared to be tame, even domesticated; they served useful functions
and were not expected to run amuck” (1970:xiii). Now enter the anthropologist
into fieldwork situations where witchcraft-related violence does indeed seem
to be running amok, and the quandaries of engagement I will be discussing in
this article become readily apparent.
I was an unfortunate witness to the horrors of a witch hunt in central New
Guinea.1 Many of the dilemmas I faced were born from the situation itself. But
in this article I would like to point out that these dilemmas were only magni-
fied by my role as an anthropologist, in particular the paradoxes and dilemmas
implicit in anthropological practice itself. They are dilemmas born within the
roots of anthropology that seemed to grow around me as the witch hunt con-
tinued, until I felt trapped within a thick infestation of twisted vines of para-
dox and self-doubt. I locate the roots of my dilemmas within a classic trio of
anthropology: cultural relativism, holism, and participant-observation. I locate
the growing complexities of my dilemmas within the growing complexities of
these terms: cultural relativism’s transformation into what Michael Carrithers
has recently labeled “radical cultural relativism … constant processes of cul-
tural creation, destruction, hybridization, and diversification” (2005:441); the
attendant transformation of holism from its association with “whole” (distinct)
cultures to the imagined whole of vast and intricate global interconnections; as
well as the transformation from Malinowski’s relatively scientistic participant-
observation to an increasingly morally engaged observant participation (e.g.,
Scheper-Hughes 1995).
Soon after I had established myself I began to take part, in a way, in the village life . . .
I had to learn how to behave, and to a certain extent, I acquired “the feeling” for
native good and bad manners. With this, and with the capacity of enjoying their
company and sharing some of their games and amusements, I began to feel that I
was indeed in touch with the natives, and this is certainly the preliminary condition
of being able to carry on successful field work. [1953:7–8]
Analyzing this mode of fieldwork in 1963, John Barnes noted that it was
built on a model of the field as a scientific laboratory. People were studied as if
“under the microscope” (Barnes 1963:123). The effects of the researcher on the
field were ignored, and fieldworkers were expected to act in such a way as to
minimize their effects on the local culture. The influences of outside groups
such as missionaries, administrators, schools, and markets were seen as con-
taminants to be disregarded in the final analysis. Turning to questions of moral
judgment in the field, Barnes notes that “under the microscope there could be
no moral judgments. They had their code and we had ours, and the two never
met” (1963:123).
In its classic form, the key trio rests on the notion of cultures as wholes that
can be bracketed off from the rest of the world. Importantly, this notion entails
another: the fieldworkers bracket themselves from the culture. Cultural rela-
tivism’s call to “suspend judgment” asks the fieldworker to leave some part of
the self behind when entering the field, to tread lightly and respect cultural
practices rather than alter them, regardless of how they might work against the
fieldworker’s own personal or cultural values.
As such, personal accounts of fieldwork dilemmas were rare, even where
there were intense social dramas including actual or alleged physical and
mystical violence such as witchcraft. In Evans-Pritchard’s (1937) classic work on
the Azande we find only a few hints of the moral dilemmas he may have faced.
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We know from a relatively harmless example of a boy stubbing his toe and
blaming witchcraft that Evans-Pritchard (1937:66) challenged their statements,
but this is stated as a method for obtaining more information rather than a
moral action.
Even the intimately personal account of Bowen’s Return to Laughter echoes
this sentiment. Caught up in dramas and trials of witchcraft accusations she
relents, “I had come from one world to live in another. These two worlds
judged by standards so greatly different that translation was often impossible”
(1964:231). Her work transcends other studies of witchcraft by her contempo-
raries in many respects, yet maintains the sense of otherworldliness. The
unnamed group she is studying is somewhere out there, and although they may
reflect and refract elements of us here, they remain other through and through.
Although such notions of otherworldliness may have precluded moral inter-
ventions in the field, this same otherworldliness was foundational to the moral
agenda implicit within the classic trio of holism, cultural relativism, and partici-
pant-observation. Mary Douglas notes that this perspective, which views the cul-
ture as an isolated whole, allowed colonial fieldworkers like Evans-Pritchard to
argue that seemingly strange practices and beliefs such as those involving witch-
craft actually functioned within a particular social and cultural system. “The
responsibility to protect and to preach tolerance was widely echoed,” she notes:
“To show witchcraft beliefs as performing a constructive role in a functioning
social system has been one way of carrying out this responsibility” (1970:xxiii).
The moral of the story that these three fundamental principles tell is one that is
still worth telling, not least of all because it still informs anthropological practice.
It tells us that if we are willing to suspend our judgments (cultural relativism),
explore the issue firsthand (participant-observation), and try to understand a
phenomenon’s rich contexts and interconnections (holism), we can build our
capacity for empathy, tolerance, and an appreciation of otherness. The following
is the story as I tell it to my introductory students. It is entirely true, except for
one looming asterisk, which makes up the remainder of this article.
Being there (in “another world”) is where our story begins. When I first
arrived in Papua New Guinea a large dance was planned to welcome my
arrival. I could not wait to see the body paint, feathers, cassowary quills, and
lizard-skin drums dancing before me in a rich display of visual symbolic play.
As the dancers appeared wearing elaborate headdresses and body decorations,
they did not disappoint me. But the dance itself was entirely incomprehensible.
It was in constant motion, moving from place to place, circling in on itself, dis-
solving, moving again, denying me any chance at a good perspective. It was
only much later in my fieldwork, when I actually participated in the dance, that
I learned what was going on. Had I not participated in their dance I would
never have known the little things that make the dance what it is—that one
slides up and down rather than bounces; that one must keep the shoulders
square and eyes focused forward; that it requires a perfectly cupped hand and
a strong but not too strong wrist to make the drum really sing; and that all of
this must be done among constant sexual innuendo, flirtation, and playfulness
as women flock like birds to the men, holding their feathers and pulling their
penis gourds. The only worthwhile perspective on this dance is from the
inside, participating, and this I took as the metaphor for my fieldwork.
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came forward, scooped up a handful of water, and sprinkled it onto his body
while stating words of hope and healing.
Unfortunately, Kodenim died soon after the washing. Though I was deeply
saddened, I took comfort in the social healing that he inspired in his final days.
Through his suffering, many of the hidden tensions from past wrongs and
grievances that had been lurking just under the surface of village life had been
brought before us all to be dealt with and reconciled. If ever there was a ritual
that functioned in a classic Durkheimian way to build social solidarity, this was
it. Kodenim was perhaps the greatest beneficiary. The ritual allowed him to
make amends for all of his wrongs and accept the beautiful outpouring of love
and reconciliation symbolized in the water flowing from the hands of those
with whom he had lived his entire life.
After Kodenim died, his family came to my father asking for compensation.
They claimed that even if my father had not been the witch, he should have
been there to protect Kodenim from the witchcraft of others. Besides, people
who had exchange relations with Kodenim would soon be arriving in the vil-
lage asking for compensation themselves, and the family had none to give. My
father once again denied any accusation of witchcraft but offered compensa-
tion for their loss nonetheless. Like all compensation payments, it was much
larger than any one person could ever afford. It required massive coordination
among a large network of people with whom my father had strong relations.
As a member of my father’s family, I also contributed. The large pile of gifts we
gave to Kodenim’s family would be shared widely, and those who shared in
this bounty would one day make a return gift. The returned gift would be
returned, and so on, reconnecting those strands of the intricate web of relations
that had been torn when Kodenim passed away.
The value of holism and cultural relativism to find function and meaning in
these events is clear. As for my participation in these events, it only further
enveloped me in the local culture, holding the promise for better future
insights while providing a nice little story that I might use later to establish my
ethnographic authority of “being there.” The story nicely illustrates the func-
tional role of witchcraft beliefs and how those beliefs are grounded within a
local worldview that is complete and coherent. It is a shining example of the
power of holism, cultural relativism, and participant-observation that I can
share with my students through a familiar formula: Start with something
exotic, suspend our judgments with cultural relativism, invoke the holistic
approach to show how it works and makes sense within the local cultural sys-
tem, and finish it off with a touching vision of a village reunited.
* Now for the asterisk. The culture is not an isolated whole that can be artifi-
cially set apart. The prayers are Christian, the soap is store-bought, and the
community meeting was called a “safety meeting” and modeled after “safety
meetings” held at a nearby multinational copper mine. More important, in the
version of the story presented above, I have bracketed out and excluded a very
important ambiguous figure: the komiti (Tok Pisin). The komiti is both a local
man and an appointed government officer. He is one of many ambiguous sym-
bols reminding me that “here” and “there” are intimately connected so as to
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bring the distinction itself into question. It was the komiti who acted as medi-
ator throughout the ordeal. He led the prayer and dutifully recorded the num-
ber and value of each object exchanged. As the exchanges took place, he
shouted anxiously about the importance of “community” and “population.”
He reminded those involved that government services only come to villages
with large populations and finished by threatening that if they moved into
separate villages he would stage an operation to burn their houses. He was
referring to “Operation Clean and Sweep,” a plan developed by local govern-
ment officers, such as himself, designed to force people out of small semino-
madic hamlets and into large permanent government-recognized villages. By
the time Kodenim passed away, they had already begun the operation by burn-
ing several small hamlets—just the type of messiness that does not fit so nicely
into an otherwise textbook example of the virtues of cultural relativism,
holism, and participant-observation.
This kind of ambiguous and challenging situation is not new. Tucked away
in Evans-Pritchard’s classic on the Azande is a note that witchcraft accusations
seemed to be on the rise since locals were asked to abandon their hamlets and
move to larger roadside villages. Evans-Pritchard simply bracketed these
effects in his overall analysis. As Mary Douglas pointed out in 1970, in order to
support his analysis of the overall logic and functionality of Azande witchcraft
beliefs, Evans-Pritchard “had to proceed as if the Azande study had no rele-
vance to ourselves and our history” (1970:xxiii). To invoke Barnes’s metaphor
once again, he was looking down a one-way microscope into a different, dis-
connected world. But in that same article, published in 1963, Barnes notes that
“the division between those under the microscope and those looking scientifi-
cally down the eye-piece has broken down. . . . [T]he group or institution being
studied is now seen to be embedded in a network of social relations of which
the observer is an integral if reluctant part” (1963:124).
Since this statement by Barnes, the classic trio of holism, cultural relativism,
and participant-observation has been through a continual process of reinven-
tion. In a recent discussion in the pages of Current Anthropology, Michael
Carrithers builds on a comment by Marilyn Strathern to note that the new
holism “refers not to some imagined societal whole but to the imagined whole
(and actual infinity) of connections between one matter under scrutiny with
another” (2005:455). In the same article, Carrithers writes about a “more radi-
cal cultural relativism,” which is not dependent on a notion of static whole cul-
tures but, instead, recognizes “constant processes of cultural creation,
destruction, hybridization, and diversification at work” (2005:441).
Where we do not enter a new world, we also do not necessarily bracket our-
selves. If we no longer draw a strict line between here and there, our moral
responsibilities also expand. Recombining the classic trio in their new forms
we find that we have a new sense of moral responsibility but must find a way
to exercise this responsibility within complex cultural fields where multiple
beliefs, values, and practices compete, conflate, and contradict one another.
How do we participate in these complex situations? And more specifically,
how do we deal with complex moral dilemmas such as those that often come
about through both physical and mystical violence associated with witchcraft?
Witchcraft itself creates a unique dilemma, for it is an invisible realm populated
by multiple imaginations working together to construct an intersubjective
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convicted, and there were over 40 names on the list. Throughout this time, I
did nothing but hide behind my recording microscope. But I was not hiding
because I felt that they were in a world apart from me. I was hiding because I
felt trapped within a whole new set of contradictions born from the emerging
revisions to our classic trio and the contradictions between these revisions and
their more classic forms.
I spent most of my time pacing, feeling crushed at the nexus of the para-
doxes I was only then beginning to discover in the heart of anthropological
practice. On one side pressed my respect for their local cultural beliefs inspired
by my sense of cultural relativism; on the other pressed my desire to uphold
basic individual human rights. Both were problematic in this multifaceted
social field. The idea of one single set of “local cultural beliefs” was under-
mined by the multiple sets of beliefs and practices that coexisted and some-
times contradicted one another (such as those in the government, school, clinic,
different churches, and others less formalized). The idea of “individual”
human rights was undermined by local notions of self and personhood
grounded primarily in a relational ontology that has little space for the Western
judicial “individual.”
The position of the government officers also perplexed me. These govern-
ment officers were at the same time local people, themselves born into small
hamlets in the area. Much has been written about how to negotiate the rela-
tionship between the culture and the administration. There is less guidance for
understanding what to do when the culture is the administration. I found it
telling that this seemingly small fact would have an impact on my action. If
they were purely government officers from outside, I would have readily stood
up to them—”speaking truth to power.” If they had not been government offi-
cers at all, I would likely not have considered interfering at all—afraid I was
simply “power” undermining a local “truth.” Their ambiguous cultural and
political position left me in an ambiguous moral and ethical position.
Of key importance to my dilemma was what Peter Geschiere (2002) has
recently referred to as “the reality question.” My moral decisions depended
greatly on my own opinions about the possibilities of witchcraft. I had come to
the field thinking I would be open to all local beliefs, including witchcraft. I
was partially inspired by Rodney Needham’s argument in which he calls atten-
tion to what to him seemed the strange fact of an “almost universal premise
subscribed to by anthropologists, that witches do not really exist” (1978:27).
There is in fact no way of knowing for sure whether or not some human beings
have mystical powers allowing them to inflict harm on others from a distance
or even to shoot them with invisible arrows, eat their flesh, and then stuff their
skin with twigs and leaves to make the victim appear as if alive only to die
soon thereafter, as witches are said to do in central New Guinea. Needham and
many others after him sidestep the question by claiming that notions of witch-
craft are simply social facts and there is no need to claim them to be true or
false. Although this may be true for abstract theorizing and analysis, it is not
true when making moral judgments in the field. If one truly believes that a per-
son has shot, killed, and eaten another human being, one’s moral response to
that person will obviously be different than if one feels that the person could
not possibly have done the deeds of which he or she is accused. Perhaps I was
feeling the postmodernist guilt of imposing my Western power/knowledge,
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but in the early stages of the hunt I stalled on coming to any final conclusions
on this matter.
My silence ultimately rested within my own culturally constructed notions of
self. Anthropology—and the trio of cultural relativism, holism, and participant-
observation—had transformed me into something resembling what psychia-
trist Robert Jay Lifton (1970) has called “Protean man.” Based on the Greek
mythology of Proteus, Protean man is at home embracing multiple perspec-
tives at once, modifying them at will, and then letting them all go only to re-
embrace them again in a playful (and sometimes seriously playful) manner. In
slightly different terms, Richard Rorty refers to the Protean man as an “ironist,”
someone who is “always aware that the terms in which they describe them-
selves are subject to change, always aware of the contingency and fragility of
their final vocabularies, and thus of their selves” (1989:101). If there is one thing
Protean man or the ironist finds difficult, it is committing to a single perspec-
tive among a plethora of options and then acting on it (Lifton 1970).
As I remained silently behind my recording microscope, the trials pro-
ceeded. The list grew, and so did the government officers’ collective imagina-
tion. As in other witchcraft imageries throughout the world, the witches took
shape as a perfect inversion of those hunting them (Jackson 1989). As such,
former government leaders (tultuls and luluais from the days of the Australian
colonial administration) were most suspect, as they were thought to be the
heads of an “antigovernment” scheme to undermine the real government’s
every move by subverting all attempts of community development. As a for-
mer tultul, my father was emerging as the “king” of all witches.
My father had personally experienced and been an active participant in some
of the most remarkable cultural transformations in the region. Over time he had
developed a remarkable sense of humor about these changes, accompanied by
an endless supply of self-deprecating one-liners about the new developments:
the soap he mistook for the fat of a pig and tried to eat; the rice he was given to
eat, which he did, uncooked. My arrival had supplied him with endless mate-
rial. He often joked about my camera and the powers it must have. He knew
better but enjoyed playing the role of the naive “primitive.” As the trials con-
tinued and the fact that my father was destined to face trial seemed more immi-
nent, one such joke seemed to shatter through my own naïveté. “My son,” he
said, “take my picture and show them all that I am not a witch.” His effortless
signature laugh let me know that he was joking, but I heard the subtext. As
much as I might try to hide myself behind my recording microscope, this was
my world too, and I was always involved. I suddenly realized that participation
is not a choice. Our only choice is how we participate. Silence is itself participa-
tion, and sometimes it speaks volumes we do not intend.
I turned red with the guilty realization that I may have in some ways been
complicit in the events of the trials I so abhorred. If the list of witches was seen
as a technology of revelation, might not my camera also be seen in a similar
light? Did my presence and that of my camera help to legitimize what was tak-
ing place?
I became determined to transform myself and my camera. This would mean
stepping out from behind the recording microscope and engaging the situa-
tion. The plethora of voices in the fragmented community had left me con-
fused and silent. Now I found my voice through these same fragmentations.
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Instead of silence, I simply chose to support and work to magnify those voices
and perspectives I found most advantageous to my goal of ending the hunt
before the community completely disintegrated or somebody was seriously
hurt or perhaps even killed. Ironically, the first voice I chose to support was the
government officers’ voice of the law. I went to every suspect on the list and
briefed them on the law, reading to them sections of the national constitution
that protect basic human rights and prohibit the use of threats or violence to
force a confession. I had decided that if the law was to be used to prosecute
suspected witches, the suspects should know a bit about the law before being
put on trial. Word of my visits to these suspects traveled throughout the area,
and it was made clear to the government officers that I and my camera were
not in the courtroom to legitimize the trial but, rather, to ensure that it took
place without improper incident.
Previously I had found the web of relations constraining. When somebody I
referred to as a good friend or even “brother” interrogated or flogged somebody
I called “auntie” I felt trapped between the competing demands of two impor-
tant relationships. I now found this same web of relations liberating. I discov-
ered a freedom to express myself beyond my constrained scientific observer
status precisely because I was related. My vigilance and anger could be read
relationally. If I protested the idea of witchcraft beliefs or challenged the legiti-
macy of a court ruling, it was because I was concerned for my auntie or my
father; I was not acting outside the boundaries of what was locally acceptable.
On the contrary, as I stepped out from behind my recording microscope and
made such protests, I may have become acceptable for the first time since the
witch hunt began. After all, what kind of son would I be if I did not protest?
Always the ironist, I found myself in a remarkably ironic position. Once ded-
icated to respecting an equality of worldviews and perspectives, I now found
myself approaching government officers armed with a laptop computer that I
used to show them the story of Salem and other witch hunts. I showed them arti-
cles from the Internet of witch killings throughout the world, proving that it is
the witch hunters, not the witches, who face widespread disapproval by the
media and authorities outside the local situation. I even showed them pictures of
viruses and bacteria, to back up the recent talks given by clinic workers trying to
promote biomedical explanations of sickness over witchcraft explanations.
Even as I became increasingly more public with my protests, I eventually
came to recognize the limits of my power in changing the situation. There are
well-founded concerns that as anthropologists we are often “studying down”
and therefore hold a certain amount of power in our fieldwork situations. Such
concerns had contributed to my original silence, and even as I started to engage
I remained troubled by this. I soon discovered, though, that any power I may
have thought I had was illusory. Though I was highly respected and consid-
ered knowledgeable about a great many subjects, witchcraft was not one of
them. My protests that the acts of witchcraft under investigation were impos-
sible were often met with laughter and almost complete disregard. After one of
my protests, one man asked me if we had witchcraft like theirs in the United
States. When I replied that we do not, a knowing look came upon his face as he
turned to the others, who laughed as he explained, “That’s why the white man
is confused.” Through it all, my attempts to impose my logic never made any
changes in behavior, even when it was framed in support of other local voices.
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The hunt had its own dynamics in which I played a remarkably minor role.
Key to the dynamics was the simple fact that the list made its own enemies.
The person listed invariably denied the accusation, and relatives came to his or
her side to support the denial. As the list grew to over 70 names, nearly every-
body had somebody on the list to defend, and the credibility of the list itself
was called into question. On the morning of the last trial, there was a growing
sense of outrage that the officers were continuing to hold such trials despite
widespread public disapproval. As in previous trials, when the suspects
inevitably confessed they were forced to run up and down the airstrip carrying
heavy stones on their heads. But this time nobody was watching. Support for
the witch hunt had subsided.
I sat on my veranda with friends as the convicted slowly made their way up
and down the airstrip. The most elderly of them moved ever so slowly, aggra-
vating the officers assigned to monitor her punishment. In frustration, one of the
officers kicked her in the back to make her speed up. The force of his foot on her
back combined with the weight of the stone on her head forced her back to
buckle, and she collapsed to the ground. To this day, I only vaguely remember
running from my veranda to her side. By the time I arrived a large crowd had
gathered. I checked to see if she was okay. She was exhausted but otherwise fine.
Seeing the stone beside her, I grew angry. I picked up the stone, marched it over
to the edge of the airstrip, and launched it into a deep ravine—the moment so
surreal that the yells of the officers seemed muffled, muted, and unreal. Before I
could defend myself, I could hear the swell of voices from others rising up to
defend me and protest the witch hunt. Some called for a broader recognition of
human rights. Seventh Day Adventist leaders restated their claim for biomedical
awareness. But the broadest, most widely held complaint about the witch hunt—
one that I could never support or share and yet the one that ultimately ended the
hunt altogether—was that the officers had failed in bringing in the “real” witches
who were terrorizing their communities. The government consistently picked on
weak old women, while the real witches (like my father) remained free and con-
tinued to kill and consume them. Protestors claimed that the government was
ineffective at finding and bringing to justice the “real” witches because members
of the government were themselves the most powerful witches and used the
witch hunt as a ploy to divert attention away from their nefarious activities.
Conclusion
The witch hunt began as an effort to rid the area of witches so that people
would feel safe moving to the large government villages. But the hunt only
increased fears and fissions. It had an opposite effect to the one intended.
People further divided into small hamlets, and the government villages nearly
became ghost towns. In these villages, the people not only faced the tensions of
living with more people than they were used to but, like me, also faced the ten-
sions of competing and contradictory sets of beliefs and practices variously
embodied in the government, clinic, and the different churches. The tensions
among these contradictory beliefs and practices only exacerbated tensions
throughout the community.
Perhaps my deep desire to participate encouraged me to identify with all of
these different and contradictory beliefs and practices. As they turned on each
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other, I turned on myself. In the end, I wish I could offer a happy ending, but I
remain fragmented—just like the community—and not unlike anthropology.
The only solace I can offer is that it is a productive position to be in. Fragmentation
is in another guise flexibility and openness. It is the proud claim of being
incomplete and unfinished, accepting unresolved tensions and learning from
them rather than explaining them away. In reconciling myself to the revised
form of that fundamental trio of holism, cultural relativism, and participant-
observation, I find myself embracing my ironist self and attempting to refash-
ion it to create a Protean man flexible enough to have empathy for numerous
competing and constantly changing perspectives, patient enough to pause long
enough to see a broad range of implications, strong enough to act on what I
believe to be right after I make these careful considerations, and finally, hum-
ble enough to accept that even this statement is perhaps too strong of a con-
clusion for what remains an open-ended unfinished story.
Note
Acknowledgments. I would like to extend a special thank you to all those who have
listened to this story and helped me disentangle the multiple ethical dilemmas I have
begun to describe here. In particular, I would like to thank Robert Welsch, Roy Wagner,
Edie Turner, Ira Bashkow, Eve Danziger, Peter Metcalf, and Eric Midelfort for providing
priceless support and feedback. This article was first presented as a paper at the 2005
American Anthropological Association meetings in the session “Witnessing Witchcraft:
Quandaries of Engagement” and benefited greatly from the comments and general
camaraderie that the session created among all participants. Funding for fieldwork was
provided by a National Science Foundation Graduate Research Fellowship, Fulbright-
Hayes International Dissertation Research Fellowship, and the University of Virginia,
with special thanks also going to James Robins and the National Research Institute, with
which I was affiliated during my fieldwork.
1. Locations and names in this article have been altered or left ambiguous in an
effort to maintain confidentiality.
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