I’d have started with a tale of entry, to locate you in the journey, but its nearing the end of the first semester and I’ve lost sight – of the beginning, and of the end. What is anthropology? That is a good question, and you might even consider asking it to a grad student like myself. Unfortunately for you, I’ve been engaging in a history of anthropology, a history that problematizes our curiosity, casts doubt on our past and future integrity. It is a history of colonialism, of imperialism and its effects on anthropological perspectives, and on people around the world. It’s anthropological shock doctrine, a rite of passage perhaps, that motivates a sense of ethic and responsibility as an anthropologist and as a global citizen. So for now I’ll sidestep the question, and with much humility, introduce my attempt at an academic blog.
Surviving a masters program