![]() ![]() It was the end of the academic year, and the mood had grown agitated, burdened, portentous. ![]() “What are the constraints for you? What are the rivets? Why are you here getting civilized, reading Lit Hum?” “Are you natural?” he roared at a girl sitting near his end of the seminar table. It was not, I thought, exactly the answer he had been looking for, but it was a good answer. What Henry was saying was that there are no racial hierarchies among peoples-that we’re all “savages.” “We all come from Africa,” said the one African-American in the class, whom I’ll call Henry, calmly referring to the supposition among most anthropologists that human life originated in sub-Saharan Africa. “Who here comes from a savage race?” Professor James Shapiro shouted at his students. ![]()
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