{"id":36633,"date":"2018-03-22T22:54:29","date_gmt":"2018-03-23T03:54:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/162.144.72.159\/~jordapq6\/?p=36633"},"modified":"2023-10-31T19:43:57","modified_gmt":"2023-10-31T19:43:57","slug":"kwakwakawakw-controversy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/political-correctness\/kwakwakawakw-controversy\/","title":{"rendered":"Kwakwaka&#8217;wakw controversy"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\t\t<style type=\"text\/css\">\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 {\n\t\t\t\tmargin: auto;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 .gallery-item {\n\t\t\t\tfloat: left;\n\t\t\t\tmargin-top: 10px;\n\t\t\t\ttext-align: center;\n\t\t\t\twidth: 33%;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 img {\n\t\t\t\tborder: 2px solid #cfcfcf;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 .gallery-caption {\n\t\t\t\tmargin-left: 0;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t\/* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes\/media.php *\/\n\t\t<\/style>\n\t\t<div id='gallery-1' class='gallery galleryid-36633 gallery-columns-3 gallery-size-thumbnail'><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20160522_203926-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-36638\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-36638'>\n\t\t\t\tCharles Joseph &#038; carvings\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20160522_203702-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-36635\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-36635'>\n\t\t\t\tPotlatch mask\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20160522_203822-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-36637\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-36637'>\n\t\t\t\tPotlatch mask\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20160525_083602-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-36640\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-36640'>\n\t\t\t\tMy mother &#038; a chief\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20160525_131849-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-36646\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-36646'>\n\t\t\t\tMy sister in law at the potlatch\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20160525_131925-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-36647\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-36647'>\n\t\t\t\tLight streaming into the big house \n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20160525_131816-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-36644\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-36644'>\n\t\t\t\tMy wife Tammy at the potlatch\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20160525_084219-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-36641\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-36641'>\n\t\t\t\tCharles with his mother and two chiefs\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20160525_085158-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-36642\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-36642'>\n\t\t\t\tThe pinnacle of the Montreal Museum of Fine Art pole\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20160524_212348-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-36639\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-36639'>\n\t\t\t\tMy daughter Mik beside the 53 footer\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"113\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20160525_092528-scaled.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-36643\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-36643'>\n\t\t\t\tAnother view of the pole\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon landscape'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/copper-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-36648\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/copper-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/copper.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-36648'>\n\t\t\t\tA copper very similar to mine\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\n\n\t\t<style type=\"text\/css\">\n\t\t\t#gallery-2 {\n\t\t\t\tmargin: auto;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-2 .gallery-item {\n\t\t\t\tfloat: left;\n\t\t\t\tmargin-top: 10px;\n\t\t\t\ttext-align: center;\n\t\t\t\twidth: 33%;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-2 img {\n\t\t\t\tborder: 2px solid #cfcfcf;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-2 .gallery-caption {\n\t\t\t\tmargin-left: 0;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t\/* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes\/media.php *\/\n\t\t<\/style>\n\t\t<div id='gallery-2' class='gallery galleryid-36633 gallery-columns-3 gallery-size-thumbnail'><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20161028_180225-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-2-36649\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-2-36649'>\n\t\t\t\tMy father and Charles&#8217; son\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20161028_180444-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-2-36650\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-2-36650'>\n\t\t\t\tCharles by the wild woman\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20161028_194250-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-2-36651\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-2-36651'>\n\t\t\t\tOpening &#038; naming ceremony at my house\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20161028_195812-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-2-36652\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-2-36652'>\n\t\t\t\tOpening &#038; naming ceremony at my house\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20161028_202414-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-2-36653\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-2-36653'>\n\t\t\t\tOpening &#038; naming ceremony at my house\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20161028_203328-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-2-36654\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-2-36654'>\n\t\t\t\tCharles&#8217; dancing at the opening\/naming ceremony\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jordanbpeterson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20161028_203703-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-2-36655\" \/>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-2-36655'>\n\t\t\t\tCharles, his daughter Oceana and the chief\/singers\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl>\n\t\t\t<br style='clear: both' \/>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\n<p>Last week, Pankaj Mishra @nybooks offered his opinions about my life and my work in the New York Review of Books. He also touched upon my affiliation with Kwakwaka&#8217;wakw artist Charles Joseph (www.charlesjoseph.ca). Other journalists have since jumped on the bandwagon, so I thought I better set the story straight, insofar as I am capable of doing so.<\/p>\n<p>Mishra&#8217;s essay is by no means laudatory, but that&#8217;s beside the point. Like everyone else, he has the right to his opinion. Furthermore, I have been criticized continually for the last two years by people who regard themselves as my enemies and, while I haven&#8217;t precisely become accustomed to that, a single addition to the large stack of such commentaries is not in and of itself notable.\u00a0It wasn&#8217;t even his assertion that I am a fascist&#8211;a term that should used judiciously, given its history&#8211;that was bothersome. But it is in the interest of idiot radicals everywhere to insist that every person who thinks that their policies and ideologies are reprehensible must be an extremist. After all, if reasonable people arise to object, perhaps something unreasonable is actually occurring\u2026.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s a conundrum for the radical types, unmitigated egalitarians included:\u00a0obviously, things can be taken too far on the right. It is equally obvious (although stubbornly unacknowledged) that things can be taken equally too far on the left. Aren\u2019t the totalitarian horrors of the twentieth century sufficient indication of that? So, exactly when has the left gone too far?\u00a0 It&#8217;s not so easy to say, and this is a big problem. On the right, you can point to claims of racial superiority, or to the desire for racial segregation, say without hesitation &#8220;you&#8217;ve gone too far&#8221; and separate yourself from those making the claim, even if you&#8217;re a conservative. What do you use for a similar marker on the left? I&#8217;ve suggested DIE: Diversity, Inclusivity and Equity, with &#8220;equity&#8221; (the demand for equality of outcome) as the most reliable red flag. I&#8217;m open to other suggestions, but I don&#8217;t see them pouring in from the unreasonable or even the reasonable left. This is part and parcel of the leftist ideologues\u2019 refusal to deal directly with the mayhem and bloodshed of the communist era and the indisputable relationship between that mayhem and the ideology itself.<\/p>\n<p>Easier just to call anyone who calls out extremism on the left a fascist. Easier, but not helpful, and also indicative of refusal to draw a necessary line. Let&#8217;s call it willful blindness and leave it at that.<\/p>\n<p>Back to Mishra: He doesn&#8217;t care for me, or my work, and he thinks it&#8217;s ok to bandy about vicious, unwarrranted and libelous terms. Fine. But he&#8217;s also a master at casting underhanded aspersions, and doesn&#8217;t really seem to care about their veridicality. He states, for example, that I &#8220;claim&#8221; I was inducted into the Pacific\u00a0Kwakwaka&#8217;wakw tribe. Now you don&#8217;t use the term &#8220;claim&#8221; unless there is reason to assume the opposite. Thus his phrasing indicates the existence of some doubt about the facts. Worse, and directly after, he states: &#8220;Peterson may seem the latest in a long line of eggheads pretentiously but harmlessly romancing the noble savage.&#8221;\u00a0I found the combination of those aspersions absolutely unacceptable.<\/p>\n<p>First, I&#8217;m not making a &#8220;claim.&#8221; I did receive a\u00a0Kwakwaka&#8217;wakw name (<em>Alestalegie<\/em>: Great Seeker) and so did my wife (<em>Ekielagas<\/em>: Kindhearted Woman) in the course of two different and extensive ceremonies.<\/p>\n<p>Second, and more importantly, and right to the point: I&#8217;m not &#8220;romancing&#8221; any &#8220;noble savage.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>With regard to the first of Mishra&#8217;s poison-tongued comments: Our Kwakwaka&#8217;wakw names were granted to us in a two-part ceremony. The first involved a potlatch at Fort Rupert which was hosted by the man who arranged to have us named. His name is Charles Joseph. He&#8217;s also known as Boone. He is, in my opinion, an outstanding First Nations artist\/carver (see www.charlesjoseph.ca). Several hundred people from the Fort Rupert community, and about a dozen of my friends and family members attended the potlatch, which was the first held by his family in forty years, and which occurred May 26 in 2016. The entire ceremony, which lasted about sixteen hours, was videotaped. It involved a series of songs and dances, some serious, some comedic, all traditional (with the updates necessary for the modern world). We participated in one dance, and exchanged gifts, as a precursor to the naming ceremony itself, which was held in November of 2016, and which was attended by several\u00a0Kwakwaka&#8217;wakw chiefs, as well as Charles, who all flew out to make it official. I was also granted a copper, a symbolic shield, which is a territorial marker and signal of wealth (in the best sense) and prestige. It&#8217;s hanging on the third floor of my Toronto home, which I transformed, with Charles&#8217; help and the efforts of my wife and a local architectural firm and a plethora of very hard working, dedicated and skillful contractors and tradesmen into a modern analog of a Kwakwaka&#8217;wakw big house (in part to introduce Kwakwaka&#8217;wakw culture to Eastern Canada). I have appended photographs of the potlatch, my home ceremony (as well as an image of a copper, which I took from the net, not having a photo with me here in New York as I am writing). So there&#8217;s no &#8220;claim.&#8221; Just typing that word infuriates me. There&#8217;s a well-documented series of events attested to (if anyone cares) by literally hundreds of people in two ceremonies with hundreds of photos and a complete video account by a professional camera crew. That&#8217;s not a &#8220;claim,&#8221; even in this post-modern world. That&#8217;s a fact.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps there is some ambiguity about what exactly that means in relationship to Charles\u2019 family and the larger social grouping of the Kwakwaka&#8217;wakw people. It\u2019s not as if they\u2019re an entirely homogeneous group with regard to their political or personal beliefs, biases, and prejudices. It seems as though some are not happy with what my naming signifies, and that there is some debate about its precise cultural, tribal and social meaning. But none of that means I am \u201cclaiming\u201d anything. It just means that life is complicated\u2014and, more specifically, that reaching across great cultural divides is complicated.<\/p>\n<p>With regard to the second of Mishra&#8217;s poison-tongued comments: For starters, I&#8217;m no believer in the romance of the &#8220;noble savage.&#8221; In fact, the exact opposite is true. I wrote as much that in my new book, 12 Rules for Life. This is just another indication of Mishra&#8217;s absolute willingness to play fast and loose with the truth. I&#8217;m going to quote at length from my book to justify my point:<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Ignoble Savage<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>It has been said that every individual is the conscious or unconscious follower of some influential philosopher. The belief that children have an intrinsically unsullied spirit, damaged only by culture and society, is derived in no small part from the eighteenth-century Genevan French philosopher Jean-Jacques Rousseau. Rousseau was a fervent believer in the corrupting influence of human society and private ownership alike. He claimed that nothing was so gentle and wonderful as man in his pre-civilized state. At precisely the same time, noting his inability as a father, he abandoned five of his children to the tender and fatal mercies of the orphanages of the time. <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>The noble savage Rousseau described, however, was an ideal\u2014an abstraction, archetypal and religious\u2014and not the flesh-and-blood reality he supposed. The mythologically perfect Divine Child permanently inhabits our imagination. He\u2019s the potential of youth, the newborn hero, the wronged innocent, and the long-lost son of the rightful king. He\u2019s the intimations of immortality that accompany our earliest experiences. He\u2019s Adam, the perfect man, walking without sin with God in the Garden before the Fall. But human beings are evil, as well as good, and the darkness that dwells forever in our souls is also there in no small part in our younger selves. In general, people improve with age, rather than worsening, becoming kinder, more conscientious, and more emotionally stable as they mature. Bullying at the sheer and often terrible intensity of the schoolyard rarely manifests itself in grown-up society. William Golding\u2019s dark and anarchistic Lord of the Flies is a classic for a reason. <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Furthermore, there is plenty of direct evidence that the horrors of human behaviour cannot be so easily attributed to history and society. This was discovered most painfully, perhaps, by the primatologist Jane Goodall, beginning in 1974, when she learned that her beloved chimpanzees were capable of and willing to murder each other (to use the terminology appropriate to humans). Because of its shocking nature and great anthropological significance, she kept her observations secret for years, fearing that her contact with the animals had led them to manifest unnatural behaviour. Even after she published her account, many refused to believe it. It soon became obvious, however, that what she observed was by no means rare.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Bluntly put: chimpanzees conduct inter-tribal warfare. Furthermore, they do it with almost unimaginable brutality. The typical full-grown chimp is more than twice as strong as a comparable human being, despite their smaller size. Goodall reported with some terror the proclivity of the chimps she studied to snap strong steel cables and levers. Chimps can literally tear each other to pieces\u2014and they do. Human societies and their complex technologies cannot be blamed for that. \u201cOften when I woke in the night,\u201d she wrote, \u201chorrific pictures sprang unbidden to my mind\u2014Satan [a long-observed chimp] cupping his hand below Sniff\u2019s chin to drink the blood that welled from a great wound in his face\u2026 Jomeo tearing a strip of skin from D\u00e9\u2019s thigh; Figan, charging and hitting, again and again, the stricken, quivering body of Goliath, one of his childhood heroes.\u201d Small gangs of adolescent chimps, mostly male, roam the borders of their territory. If they encounter foreigners (even chimps they once knew, who had broken away from the now-too-large group) and, if they outnumber them, the gang will mob and destroy them, without mercy. Chimps don\u2019t have much of a super-ego, and it is prudent to remember that the human capacity for self-control may also be overestimated. Careful perusal of book as shocking and horrific as Iris Chang\u2019s The Rape of Nanking, which describes the brutal decimation of that Chinese city by the invading Japanese, will disenchant even a committed romantic. And the less said about Unit 731, a covert Japanese biological warfare research unit established at that time, the better. Read about it at your peril. You have been warned.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Hunter-gatherers, too, are much more murderous than their urban, industrialized counterparts, despite their communal lives and localized cultures. The yearly rate of homicide in the modern UK is about 1 per 100,000. It\u2019s four to five times higher in the US, and about ninety times higher in Honduras, which has the highest rate recorded of any modern nation. But the evidence strongly suggests that human beings have become more peaceful, rather than less so, as time has progressed and societies became larger and more organized. The !Kung bushmen of Africa, romanticized in the 1950s by Elizabeth Marshal Thomas as \u201cthe harmless people,\u201d had a yearly murder rate of 40 per 100,000, which declined by more than 30% once they became subject to state authority. This is a very instructive example of complex social structures serving to reduce, not exacerbate, the violent tendencies of human beings. Yearly rates of 300 per 100,000 have been reported for the Yamomami of Brazil, famed for their aggression\u2014but the stats don\u2019t max out there. The denizens of Papua, New Guinea, kill each other at yearly rates ranging from 140 to 1000 per 100,000. However, the record appears to be held by the Kato, an indigeneous people of California, 1450 of whom per 100,000 met a violent death circa 1840. <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Because children, like other human beings, are not only good, they cannot simply be left to their own devices, untouched by society, and bloom into perfection. Even dogs must be socialized if they are to become acceptable members of the pack. Children are much more complex than dogs. This means that they are much more likely to go complexly astray if they are not trained, disciplined and properly encouraged. This means that it is not just wrong to attribute all the violent tendencies of human beings to the pathologies of social structure. It\u2019s wrong enough to be virtually backward. The vital process of socialization prevents much harm and fosters much good. Children must be shaped and informed, or they cannot thrive. This fact is reflected starkly in their behavior: kids are utterly desperate for attention from both peers and adults because such attention, which renders them effective and sophisticated communal players, is vitally necessary.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>That should make it clear that I\u2019m not involved in any romance of the noble savage type.<\/p>\n<p>More importantly, Charles is not to be referred to as a &#8220;savage&#8221;\u2014noble or not\u2014by any viperous scribbler with an obvious agenda without immediate objection on my part. Seriously. And I can tell you that if a centrist or conservative writer would have used such terminology they would have been immediately ripped to shreds by the faux-compassionate hyenas of the radical left.<\/p>\n<p>Simply put: Charles is\u00a0an artist whose work I admire, and he is my friend. I met him about fifteen years ago at a craft fair in Comox, British Columbia, on Vancouver Island. I had been convinced to attend by my wife, after objecting to the likely presence of hippies who are too old for their hippiedom to be justifiable and dream-catchers and perfumed soap and candles and little else. But it was a beautiful day, and I let her talk me into going. I wandered around the tents and booths, listening to the musicians, and relaxed a bit. Charles was there, too. His wife had also encouraged him to attend, but as a presenter, rather than an attendee. He had set up a tent and arrayed some of his carvings outside, where their striking-cut-above-the-rest quality attracted my eye. I&#8217;ve always loved West Coast art, whether Haida, Tsimshian or Kwakwakw&#8217;wakw. I walked into Charles&#8217; tent, and started to talk to him.\u00a0 We spoke intently for about an hour. He showed me a photo portfolio, documenting his extensive work, with its wide range of style and deep artistry. He spoke a bit of his horrifying residential school past, about which I learned far more over the following years. Perhaps all the residential schools set up by church and government in Canada were not little islands of evil, but the naked brutality inflicted upon Charles and his peers at St. Michael&#8217;s cannot be described in any other way.<\/p>\n<p>I bought a few small carvings that day, but I told Charles that he could send me a major piece every three to six months and that I would pay him what he thought it was worth and that we would see how that went.<\/p>\n<p>That continued for about ten years, during which time I bought about the same number of pieces: an eagle, a raven, a crooked beak mask, two sun masks, a wild woman, and so on. I also purchased several pieces for my family. During this time, we talked, a lot. He told me about in detail about his residential experiences: events he had recounted to no one (and no wonder). He told me about his dreams, which are inhabited by the very characters that he carves, in their traditional\u00a0Kwakwaka&#8217;wakw form (something I found exceptionally singular and interesting). We talked about Christianity, and its complex and often destructive relationship with the\u00a0Kwakwaka&#8217;wakw people (many of Charles&#8217; relatives are Christian, but that adds, rather than detracts from the complexity). We talked about the redeeming power of art, and the role such redemption played in Charles life. We talked about the challenges of Canadian\/First Nations relationships. We traveled to Ottawa together to attend Peace and Reconciliation ceremonies. I listened to the stories that accompany each mask, and tried to understand their psychological, mythological and practical significance.<\/p>\n<p>About five years ago, I was thinking about adding another level to my two story semi-detached downtown Toronto house. I thought, first, of building a log cabin as a third floor. My wife Tammy and I missed the country and thought we might bring it into the city in that manner, and we had a friend in the city who had a log-cabin like outbuilding behind his house a few blocks away. While contemplating this idea, however, I had a vision of the figures depicted in the\u00a0Kwakwakw&#8217;wakw mythic panoply (the gods, if you will) coming East across the Rocky Mountains in the clouds. So I called Charles and told him that, and also spoke to him about my building plans, and started to formulate the idea of building not a log cabin but a big house with totem poles and carvings. I asked him if he wanted to come to Toronto and meet my architect and discuss the idea. He agreed, although he had not flown anywhere before and had not been farther east than Calgary.<\/p>\n<p>A couple of months later, he arrived. We started to design the third floor. I commissioned two eight foot totem poles, an eleven foot sisuitl (a double-headed dragon or sea serpent) to span the poles, a nine foot welcome figure, and a ten by ten painted cedar panel. I also introduced him to someone who set the wheels in motion for two very large commissions: a forty foot canoe, eventually delivered to Montreal, and a fifty-three foot totem pole portraying the events at the St. Michael&#8217;s residential school (which ended up placed outside the Montreal Museum of Fine Art in 2017 (see\u00a0https:\/\/www.mbam.qc.ca\/en\/news\/unveiling-of-a-spectacular-totem-pole-created-by-charles-joseph-of-the-kwakiutl-nation\/) at a ceremony which my family and I attended.<\/p>\n<p>We finished the third floor in December of 2015. It is modeled, as I said, on a\u00a0Kwakwakw&#8217;wakw big house, but is also paneled in wood taken from my great-grandfather&#8217;s original wood buildings from his 1905 homestead in Saskatchewan.<\/p>\n<p>Charles and I have been involved in an exceptionally interesting, unlikely and fruitful collaboration for fifteen years. We&#8217;ve managed to carefully and attentively bridge the gap between our cultures and situations.<\/p>\n<p>I just spoke to him tonight, as one Robert Jago, another journalist writing, this time, for the Walrus, has published his piece (<a href=\"https:\/\/thewalrus.ca\/the-story-behind-jordan-petersons-indigenous-identity\/\">https:\/\/thewalrus.ca\/the-story-behind-jordan-petersons-indigenous-identity\/<\/a>). Jago is another innuendo-peddler, trying to stir up trouble, because he has nothing better to do, and harbors resentments a-plenty. Charles said, &#8220;they&#8217;re all trying to pick and pick at things they don&#8217;t understand.&#8221; Jago accuses me of exploiting my connections with Charles to fend off accusations of racism, and uses a joke I tweeted to a friend of mine a few years ago after he had a comical experience with some bourbon and a native American woman in Kentucky as an indication of my appalling true motivations. Just an aside: we\u2019re at a point where comedy is suspect. That\u2019s not good.<\/p>\n<p>Robert Jago is as chock full of underhanded allegations, in his own way, as Mishra. And none of this has anything to do with Charles: it&#8217;s just a further attempt by those who don&#8217;t like my criticism of the radical left to bring my name into disrepute, by any means possible. I think it\u2019s particularly telling that they would use the genuine attempts on the part of Charles and I to bridge the very gaps they decry as oppressive and tyrannical so vociferously as evidence that I am somehow a part of the reprehensible right.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s how it looks to me, plain and simple: I started my friendship and collaboration with Charles long before becoming embroiled in the political controversy that has swirled around me for the last two years. It was based first on genuine and profound admiration for\u00a0 Charles\u2019 art and tradition and second on personal liking and admiration for him and genuine and profound respect for him. It wasn&#8217;t political, and it still isn&#8217;t, except accidentally. It was aesthetic and personal. Charles makes carvings and paintings. I purchase them, and support him, because I regard him highly and admire his art. We talk at length about what they mean. In that manner, I learn about his culture, but not because I think it\u2019s political correct. I don\u2019t care about any of that. In fact, I detest it (as I suppose is rather obvious by now). He has also learned about mine, and has reason to distrust it somewhat less. Great. That\u2019s one small move toward peace and reconciliation in a country that is theoretically desperate for such things (but practically lacking in any real attempts to bring it about). And nothing of that sort occurs without some error and misunderstanding.<\/p>\n<p>Charles and I have expanded our collaboration over time, and that has brought nothing but good (excepting this controversy), including, as a byproduct (and I am not taking credit for this, but pointing it out as part of the expanding consequence of our friendship) the totem pole in Montreal.\u00a0He has also been invited to New York later this year to display his work in a prestigious local gallery.<\/p>\n<p>I wrote about him in 12 Rules for Life, as well:<\/p>\n<p><em>After the experience of terrible atrocity, isn\u2019t forgiveness just cowardice, or lack of willpower? Such questions torment me. But people emerge from terrible pasts to do good, and not evil, although such an accomplishment can seem superhuman. I have met people who managed to do it. I know a man, a great artist, [thrown into a brutal school] as an innocent five-year-old, fresh from a long stretch in a hospital, where he had suffered measles, mumps and chicken pox, simultaneously. Incapable of speaking the language of the school, deliberately isolated from his family, abused, starved and otherwise tormented, he emerged an angry, broken young man. He hurt himself badly in the aftermath with drugs and alcohol and other forms of self-destructive behaviour. He detested everyone\u2014God, himself and blind fate included. But he put an end to all of that. He stopped drinking. He stopped hating (although it still emerges in flashes). He revitalized the artistic culture of his Native tradition, and trained young men to continue in his footsteps. He produced a fifty-foot totem pole memorializing the events of his life, and a great canoe, forty feet long, from a single log, of a kind that had never been produced before. He brought his family together, and held a great potlatch, with sixteen hours of dancing and hundreds of people in attendance, to express his grief, and make peace with the past. He decided to be a good person, and then did the impossible things required to live that way. <\/em><\/p>\n<p>If the chattering heel-biters of the left disapprove of all this, let them do something better.<\/p>\n<p>P.S. Jago and his ilk also claim (or imply, which is more to their taste) that I have &#8220;used my links with the\u00a0with the Kwakwaka\u2019wakw people as a shield against accusations of racism.&#8221; So let&#8217;s take that apart a bit.<\/p>\n<p>First, I am in all probability just as rife with in-group preferences and familiarity biases as the next person. Maybe more. Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of men, as the Shadow himself once informed the masses (look it up). Why wouldn&#8217;t I be? I have never claimed that butter wouldn&#8217;t melt in my mouth. I know perfectly well that tribal affiliations are part of default human nature (although not the only part) and that such preferences can produce vicious, violent and catastrophic consequences. I have been teaching my students exactly that for more than three decades, and I don&#8217;t ever assume that my lessons somehow don&#8217;t apply to me. Furthermore,\u00a0I had a rough time, on occasion, with native kids, growing up (as I detail in 12 Rules for Life) although I had some friendships&#8211;some tenuous, some more robust&#8211;as well. The existence of racial tension in Western Canada is no secret and it&#8217;s no easy thing to accept and confront, let alone rectify. What all that means for me is what it means for everyone else: some degree of discomfort with people who are different is likely, at least in the absence of significant exposure and familiarity (note the word &#8220;family&#8221; lurking in the latter term precisely for that reason) and some conscious effort to overcome that might usefully be made. So I&#8217;m making exactly that effort.<\/p>\n<p>Second, why wouldn&#8217;t I use evidence of my willingness to extend my hand and more across the racial and cultural differences that divide us in Canada as defence against accusations of racism? It is certainly possible to construe that as a &#8220;shield,&#8221; as Jago writes (implications always at the ready). But here&#8217;s something to consider&#8211;and something that actually happened, rather than something hypothetical: The day of the naming ceremony held at my house, attended by 50 or so people (including about a dozen members of the Kwakw<u>a<\/u>k<u>a<\/u>\u2019wakw people who had traveled from Vancouver Island) <strong>was the very same day<\/strong>\u00a0I was being loudly accused of racism, misogyny, Islamophobia, transphobia and even Nazi sympathies at a demonstration at the University of Toronto (and in a significant proportion of the attendant press coverage), simply because I had objected to my government&#8217;s decision to kowtow to the radical left and propose compelled speech provisions, under the ever-useful-to-wannabe-totalitarians guise of compassion. Is it entirely unreasonable to note the irony of that juxtaposition?<\/p>\n<p>Third, and finally:\u00a0 Why is it unacceptable for me to defend myself against the constant allegations made against me with evidence, not of tolerance (a word mouthed to death by the pathological egalitarians) but of actual efforts to make a small but real personal difference in the actual lives of actual people? How <strong>should<\/strong> I defend myself? With feeble pleas of innocence and willingness to accept the tender mercies of those who consider themselves my enemies? What&#8217;s their claim, exactly: Dr. Peterson formulated a relationship with a\u00a0Kwakw<u>a<\/u>k<u>a<\/u>\u2019wakw carver fifteen years prior to his entanglement in the political mire to shield himself against all future claims of racism? I&#8217;m not Dr. Evil, folks. I just don&#8217;t have that degree of foresight.<\/p>\n<p>P.P.S. I decided against talking to Jago because Charles and I, after substantial discussion, jointly decided that he was a muckraker with an agenda and not to be trusted to deal straight with any information we might provide. Charles talked with him initially but after doing so pulled away and refused to continue. I see little evidence in his article that we misread his character. Think of it this way: why did he write the article? What&#8217;s the story here? On the surface, it&#8217;s my purported misrepresentations and efforts at self-shielding. (You can read what I wrote above and decide for yourself what those might be.) A little deeper: it&#8217;s part of continued efforts on the part of those whose political and ethical position I detest to pillory me, personally, because they are incapable of responding to me intellectually or morally.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Last week, Pankaj Mishra @nybooks offered his opinions about my life and my work in the New York Review of Books. He also touched upon my affiliation with Kwakwaka&#8217;wakw artist Charles Joseph (www.charlesjoseph.ca). 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