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toxic male role patterns so I would grow up to be a "real man" and how I
struggled for most of my life to shed them and become a better
husband, father, and man.
Stuart A. Schlegel
Professor Emeritus of Anthropology
University of California, Santa Cruz
June 10, 2016
With regard to how I perceive the world and treat others, the greatest
influences on me occurred during two specific periods. The first was my
upbringing as a child born in 1932 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where I
learned what is expected of a proper male. The second was a period of
field research, deep in a southern Philippine rainforest, where I came to
see clearly that many toxic role patterns I had been socialized into were not
only deeply questionable, but far from universal.
I.
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The five of us on
our back porch.
playing with trucks and guns, that included treating girls as lesser beings,
not playing too often with them, and inwardly isolating myself from them. It
further included feeling superior to and demeaning other boys who cried,
were sensitive, or didnt sufficiently denigrate girls. None of these
imperatives were explicit; they were all just vibes that surrounded me.
The American preoccupation with gender began with my birth. Having now
had two sons myself, I have no doubt that the first question on everybodys
mind, when I was born was whether I was a boy or a girl, as though that
was a matter of enormous significance. As a toddler, I was taught in
countless direct and indirect ways that boys and girls cannot have the
same interests or toys, because they are so different: boys have very
different destinies in life than girls, and being male was far superior. By my
tenth birthday, I knew that as a boy, I belonged to the best gender; as
white, I belonged to the best race; and, as an American, I lived in the
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worlds best country. Those were undebatable facts, simply the way the
world was.
Not because I had lots of lovers I had no one worthy of the name
until I was married but because the whole time I was in high school, all I
achieved with girls I dated were hours of kissing in the back of automobiles,
until I thought my lips would go numb. My family had moved to Southern
California in 1943 and, in my social class and neighborhood at that time,
we boys divided all potential dates into "good girls" (who wouldn't) and "bad
girls" (who would). The principle was clear: men married the good girls, and
slept with the bad girls. Well, I tried and tried, but never managed to find
one of those bad girls.
Above all, as my wife, she would always be on hand to show me, through
sex and other acts of affirmation, that I was okay. None of this seemed
selfish; it was what many men of my background assumed marriage was all
about.
Of course, she was lots more to me than just a bed partner; Audrey
was fun to be with, extremely smart, and interesting to talk to about books,
politics, and world affairs. I made innumerable demands of her, but knowing
nothing about her own wants and having no sense of the importance of
knowing or paying attention to such things, I paid scant attention to any of
them. I took her away from her small Wisconsin hometown all the way to
the Philippines without a second thought, because that is where my career
seemed to beckon. There, my job required me to be away from home half
of each week, while she was left to cope alone with an unfamiliar culture,
outlaw bands, rural markets, and two tiny children, in a home without
running water, electricity, or other amenities. I just took for granted that she
would accept all this, cheerfully and without complaint.
times together? Deep down inside, I saw her life as essentially all about
me. So I would panic. What if she left me? Who would take care of all my
sexual and many other needs, validate me as a man, and give me constant
approval? Shame, guilt, frustration, and fear of abandonment would well up
within me, and I felt like a failure whose inferior performance as a husband
and lover had proven me useless as a man, and the very loser that I had
been inwardly afraid of being since my playground days.
And yet, I did it! I lived out all those self-absorbed, inconsiderate
attitudes, in spite of faintly sensing that we should both have more delight,
and that humans were surely meant to live kinder lives. For better or worse,
all my patterns seemed rooted in the very nature of existence. I had no clue
how to be genuinely loving to women, not even to Audrey, a fine person
who had joined her life to mine, gamely gone to distant and difficult places
with me, and borne us two fine boys. I could not revolt, because of how I
unconsciously understood the world, and, besides, to what different
arrangement could I turn? I knew no other.
Specific notions concerning what real men do and dont do also had a
powerful influence on how I related to other men. We were generally
isolated and distrustful with each other, and wary of rivalries or enmities,
which seemed as likely to develop between us as friendship. To admit
mistakes or show vulnerability; to express emotions or deep feelings; to talk
about intimate matters rather than cars or sports; or to allow casual
touching or any other physical contact were strictly taboo. My friends all
conformed to these unspoken rules and never questioned them.
Was this the ultimate payoff of the American male role, as I had
learned it? I could have social privilege and access to power, but only at the
cost of emotional and physical disconnection from other men, and
perpetual anxiety about the one committed and valued relationship I had
with a woman. Living that way was surely torture for Audrey, and a daily
nightmare for me, but never having seen or heard of any other possibility, I
assumed it was as good as things got.
II.
Then, I had an awakening that was to lay the foundations for my
values and attitudes ever after. In the mid-1960s, as part of a doctoral
program in anthropology at the University of Chicago, I spent almost two
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live in it, and participants in a culture assume their worldview to be true for
all humans, or believe it should be. But what everyone knows to be true" in
a given society are not simple facts of life; beliefs about what is real,
important, and sheer common sense differ greatly from one culture to
another.
I quickly saw that the Teduray picture of the world and their concepts
and values for proper living contrasted starkly at almost every turn with my
cultural heritage. My graduate training had led me to expect a take on
reality among these people of Figel that was different from my own, but I
had no idea how different it would be, or how beautiful and appealing it
would seem to me.
spirit, expressing respect and gratitude for their victim and stating how
tragic it was that survival made such sacrifices necessary.
characteristic of these people throughout our stay; busy women and men
sat for hours patiently answering my endless questions about aspects of
their life that to them were surely obvious and unremarkable, simply
because they saw it would help me.
Since we had to walk so many hours into the forest from the coast,
and ford a deep and swift river more than a dozen times along the trail,
some Teduray men carried Lenny on their shoulders most of the way. That
was a considerable effort in itself, but the real story has to do with them
carrying him back out.
We arrived rather late at night, and Len and I went right to bed on my
sleeping mat. During the night, it became clear that Lenny was very ill, with
a high fever. Also, all that night, it had rained hard. In the morning, Lenny
was unable to control his bladder or bowels, and I was frantic. At dawn,
several men gathered outside my hut, discussed the matter briefly, and told
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me they would carry Lenny out to the coast, where he could be seen by
my kind of doctor.
The sudden heavy rains during the night had swollen the river and
made it totally uncrossable, and Figel people never tried to go to the coast
when the river was that high. To do it for us that morning, they had to
fashion a stretcher from a sarong and two bamboo poles, then carefully
carry it while torturously making their way along the sides of the river,
clinging to roots and branches of shrubs, with the now deadly river raging
just below them. I went along to comfort my sick and frightened son. It took
over twenty hours, but they got Lenny safely to medical help.
I will never forget that day and night, and the gift that they gave my
boy and me by risking their lives for something they felt was medically
irrelevant, but would matter a lot to us. It was a pure gift of life, and of
themselves.
intended to live. Figel children were therefore reared to take their place in a
society marked by cooperation, compassion, and civility, all values deeply
rooted in their understanding of the good life and the good society. The
Figel Teduray were perfectly well aware that the ranking, power, violence,
and competition they abhorred were rampant among people outside the
forest, but they merely said that is no way to live.
The Teduray were not flawless. Like all people everywhere, their
actions sometimes fell short of their intentions. Occasionally anger spilled
over into insult, assault and even murder; people eloped with other
people's spouses, although Teduray held such behavior to be morally
wrong and to threaten bloodshed. The Teduray were not a version of
Rousseaus too-good-to-be-true noble savages. But they took their ethical
values very seriously and worked hard at them, and the resulting quality of
life was stunningly gracious. Their normal, day-to-day lives manifested a
degree of generosity and caring with none of the adversarial sharp edge
that competition seems to inevitably insert between people that I found
astonishing.
III.
for everyone who engaged in it, and something that people discussed
openly. Their primary concern about sexual activity was that it be mutually
desirable and caring, and partners were expected to show reciprocal care
for each others dignity and wellbeing. There was no double standard,
because women were not property to be owned, controlled or exchanged
by men. What was good for men was good for women. Both could initiate
sexual activity, and both had to follow the same rules. The feelings of each
partner were to be respected, and lovers were expected to help each other
realize their desires. All sex whether in or out of marriage that was not
strictly consensual was grievously immoral and legally actionable as rape.
The Figel people loved music, and made most of their own
instruments; one was a bamboo zither that in the hands of a skilled player
had a charming harp-like sound. One evening, as I listened to a neighbor
woman playing her zither, I commented on how lovely it was. She said I
should hear Uk play, because she was the best among all the Teduray.
She lived several mountain crests away, but, when informed that I wanted
to hear her play, Uk in true Teduray fashion hiked to Figel and stayed with
us for several days, performing beautifully every evening.
One night, as she was playing, I asked the fellow next to me why Uk
did not use a name based on that of her oldest child, as adults normally
did. He replied that she could not marry or have children, because she was
a mentefuwaley libun. I had never heard that phrase before, but it was
perfectly clear, and means one-who-became-a-woman. I said, Oh, so
she is really a man, and he immediately responded, No, she is a genuine
woman. I was familiar with the word for real or genuine, but it confused
me here; how did it accord with her having become a woman? Keep in
mind that this whole conversation was in Teduray, and there are no
pronouns like he or she. I kept asking in various ways whether Uk was
a boy or a girl, finally posing my trump card question that I figured would
clear up the puzzle: Look, does she have a penis? He said, with some
disbelief at my inability to see the patently obvious: Of course, she has a
penis; she is one-who-became-a-woman.
Uk
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From then on, I knew that this was another area where our different
cultures had given us not merely different languages, customs, and ways of
settling disputes, but truly different realities to inhabit.
IV.
Living in that forest with the Teduray was like a second socialization
that challenged and transformed what I had learned in Pittsburgh values
I could no longer see as inherent in all human life, but now understood to
arise from our particular cultural conventions. The experience ignited within
me an unsettling desire to fundamentally change how I operated. Ever
since my time in Figel, I have thought seriously about the way the Teduray
lived together, and I have tried to bring their values to bear on my relations
to other people. It has not been an easy or comfortable task, because it
goes against so much of what I internalized in growing up.
mind would drift away from the personalities and events recorded there,
and fasten on the stark contrasts they were revealing with my upbringing. I
was increasingly coming to agree that a lot of what we in America do is,
indeed, no way to live.
would also have to change in fundamental ways and that was scary. I
had been taught that bucking the established male norms would bring dire
consequences, but I now began considering very seriously that it might be
worth paying any social costs to have what the Teduray have.
V.
The contrast between this and the Teduray attitude took my breath
away, but gave me hope, They had no such concerns, so I too could break
free of them. I could learn to trust other men, to share sensitive feelings,
and to touch without erotic implications. We could enjoy each others
companionship rather than assume we are locked into unrelenting
competition. Today, I rejoice that I am no longer afraid to cry or show
vulnerability, and feel more human because of it. I cherish many close
friendships with other men, in ways I once thought impossible. I am
straight, but do not fret for a moment over how my sexuality may look to
anyone else.
VI.
It is clear to me now that the American male role I had learned not
only objectifies and enforces sexist power relationships with women, it
works against many of us having authentic closeness with either gender. I
am not alone; the contemporary feminist and LGBTQ movements are
gradually bringing to light the inhumanity of our social system that defines
women as sexual objects for men to exploit, and which labels some men
and women as homosexual," then unleashes fear and humiliation on them.
Many of us are learning to ask as my Teduray friend asked me why
do we do it? Why are we so cruel? We do it, of course many of us
because of the toxic cultural dance of status, domination, violence, and fear
we were taught by our families and peers as children.
I now believe that every one of us could, like Teduray, have sexual
and loving relationships that suit our physical nature, our desires, and our
code of morality, so long as they are consensual and respectful of other
persons. More than that, we could all be liberated across the whole
spectrum of human life from the horror of being objectified or objectifying,
brutalized or brutalizing. The capacity in every one of us for affection,
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I do not have many ideas of how best to teach this different view of
manhood. It would seem that good sex education, if our culture would allow
it, might help if it were taught in addition to the physical facts of life and
prevention of unwanted pregnancy. Certainly, a great deal can be modeled
and discussed at home that would help. Audrey and I tried to create a
loving, accepting, and helpful environment for our sons, and both boys
turned out to personify all three of those qualities.
It has been for me. I try earnestly to resist the symbols and attitudes
customarily associated with high status, such as differential forms of
address and dress, areas of special privilege, and authoritarian ways of
relating and behaving; to feel my feelings and express them with the
women and fellow men in my life; and to be aware of what I can learn from
my students, not just what I can teach them. I work hard to give serious
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