Ok, ok. I admit it. I'm up in the wee hours (again...gosh! when will I learn how long it takes me to write presentations!), this time working on a presentation on James Ferguson's book (classic, I'd say), Expectations of Modernity: Myths and Meanings of Urban Life on the Zambian Copperbelt. It's the most interesting thing I've read all semester. Anyway, page 120. Discussing witchcraft, murder, and miners who were afraid of their neighbors: "No one would claim that illegitimate harm-doers, poisoners, or sneaky killers do not exist, or that only superstitious minds are capable of believing such things. Murders occur in every society, and there exists considerable ethnographic testimony for the specialized knowledge and use of poison in south-central Africa, supported in some cases by autopsy and laboratory tests."
James probably chuckled to himself as he wrote "superstitious minds" and thought "We're caught in a trap...I can't walk out...because I love ya too much, Baby...we can't go on together... with superstitious minds...especially if you murder me with witchcraft..."
That's what I would have been thinking, anyway. chortle chortle.
dumb presentations. I need to sleep.