BOSTON -- Some years ago, when my wife and I were 
      conducting ethnographic research in a village in northwestern Pakistan, I 
      watched a little girl get beaten by her brother while the children's 
      mother, sitting nearby, laughed. Later that night, the boy was slapped 
      hard by his father, but not for beating his sister. The slap came because 
      the boy looked away when his father spoke to him. The father was absent 
      during the day and came home secretly after dark, because, if seen, he 
      would likely be shot by his cousin, whose brother he had killed in a fight 
      a few years earlier. The mother, meanwhile, lived in seclusion, venturing 
      onto village streets only in her enveloping burka. If she did otherwise, 
      her honor and that of her husband would be sullied, and she would likely 
      be killed by him or by his family--possibly even by her own 
      family.
At the time we published our research nearly 20 years ago, 
      only a few anthropologists had much interest in it. Now, because of the 
      war, the American mainstream is learning all it can about our research 
      subjects, the Pukhtuns--known across the border in Afghanistan as the 
      Pushtuns. And it seems that the mainstream is horrified. What sort of 
      people encourage sexism, beat their children, keep women in seclusion and 
      feud with close relatives? Despite the usual American claim that 
      difference is to be embraced, we aren't actually very comfortable with 
      those who are different. We don't like to look too closely, preferring 
      soothing images of picturesque people in charming costumes inhabiting 
      photogenic landscapes and practicing exotic but nonthreatening rituals. 
      When another culture's practices challenge our notions of the way the 
      world should work, we either moralize or turn away. This very natural 
      response prevents us from really engaging with people whose lives and 
      beliefs are at odds with our own; even worse, it allows us to retain our 
      own mistaken, if comforting, belief that people in other cultures differ 
      from us only in superficial aspects of clothing, color and custom, but not 
      in their hearts and minds.
The Pushtuns are the most numerous tribe 
      in Afghanistan, totaling perhaps 10 million persons in all. The difference 
      between Pukhtun and Pushtun is not cultural but merely linguistic, a "kh" 
      instead of a "sh." (The British escaped confusion by coining the generic 
      term Pathan to refer to both.) The tribe formed the backbone of the 
      Taliban. They were also the same people who furnished the major resistance 
      to the Soviets, who fought the British to a standstill in the 19th century 
      and who destroyed the army of Akbar the Great three hundred years earlier. 
      They are extremely proud of their martial heritage. As one Pushtun saying 
      puts it, "We are only at peace when we are at war."
All the 
      Pushtuns and Pukhtuns are members of the same great tribal lineage, the 
      largest in the world. They all trace their genealogies back through many 
      generations of forefathers to a common ancestor--a man named Qais. This 
      type of societal identification is not the same as a national or 
      linguistic grouping. One can join a nation, one can learn a language; both 
      are voluntary. Nor is tribal identification the same as ethnicity, 
      although both require a blood heritage. Ethnicity merely implies inherited 
      customs and traditions; no particular form of social organization is 
      presupposed.
A tribal society like the Pushtun, in contrast, is 
      organized at every level by kinship. Members are linked by a lineage 
      traceable back to a primal patrilineal ancestor (maternal links are 
      excluded). This vast genealogical structure provides a simple basis for 
      alliances and inheritance, as well as for obligations and rivalries. Land 
      and rights go to sons, brothers and cousins on the paternal side. 
      Residential groupings, too, are familial. Villages are made up of men 
      descended from a common paternal line (women marry in, though many also 
      are of the same paternal line). In terms of political order, those closer 
      together genealogically unite in rivalry against those more distant, but 
      will join them against those more distant still. As a much quoted proverb 
      puts it: "I against my brothers; my brothers and I against my cousins; my 
      brothers, my cousins and I against the world." This means that in 
      principle all of the Pushtuns can unite to fight external enemies, a 
      capacity that has enabled them to war successfully against far more 
      sophisticated invaders.
The predominantly rural Pushtuns live in a 
      social universe of egalitarian individualism where no overarching 
      authority is recognized. There is no police force; no central government 
      intervenes to enforce contracts and laws. Instead it is the personal 
      responsibility of all individuals to stand up for themselves and for their 
      patrilineal relatives--a kind of Wild West meets "Family Feud." Anarchy is 
      avoided by the operation of the lineage system and by the tribal code 
      (pushtunwali), which demands generosity, hospitality and the absolute 
      obligation to avenge any slights. One who cannot live up to tribal 
      standards is held in contempt--a fate worse than death in a culture where 
      one's very existence depends on the respect of one's peers, relatives and 
      allies. Order in this world is precarious, life is dangerous and one can 
      only rely on the tribal structure and the principles of honor for 
      stability.
If we understand how this works in practice, we can also 
      understand why a woman might permit and even praise her son's violence 
      toward her daughter. Within the patrilineal system, a woman comes into her 
      husband's family and gains power as she produces sons. Her daughters will 
      marry elsewhere, but her sons will stay close, bringing in wives who may 
      seek to displace her by winning her sons' affections. Therefore, she is 
      pleased to see her young son keeping his sister in her place, just as she 
      hopes he will later keep his wife in hers.
Severe punishment of a 
      boy for not showing the required manners of a Pushtun is a way of training 
      him to present himself with proper manliness. If he does not learn this 
      lesson, he will be insulted and abused by those seeking to push him aside. 
      But once he has learned the arts of manhood, he will stand up for himself 
      and earn the respect of his peers, who know he will fight and even kill to 
      avoid dishonor to himself and his family. But because a death must be 
      avenged, killers (and their close relatives) are themselves under 
      permanent threat. This restrains violence considerably. In fact, until 
      recently homicide rates in these tribal regions were low in comparison to 
      homicide rates in urban areas of the United States.
Probably the 
      most difficult aspect of Pushtun society for Americans to understand is 
      the seclusion of women, or purdah. But for these tribal people, women are 
      the wombs of the patrilineage, which is the source of all honor and 
      continuity. They must be kept secure and chaste, so that the lineage 
      itself remains pure. The women we studied also believed this and were not 
      resentful of purdah. In maintaining the household and staying in seclusion 
      a woman shows her own pride and honor, since she too identifies with the 
      patrilineage of her father and then of her husband. For her, purdah is a 
      badge of her status. She is content to let her husband do battle in the 
      public world while she dominates the household, gains the love and loyalty 
      of her sons and, if fortunate, eventually rules as the matriarch over her 
      daughters-in-law and their children.
The harsh reality of village 
      life is what the Pushtuns have inherited, and it is what they must live 
      with. They recognize its inequities and tragedies, even as they accept its 
      rules. As one of their poets says: "The eyes of the dove are lovely, my 
      son. But the hawk rules the skies, so cover your dove-like eyes and grow 
      claws." Yet, despite this cruel necessity, and despite the devastation 
      wrought by 20 years of dreadful proxy wars fought on their land by outside 
      powers, the Pushtuns retain their ancient egalitarian social system and 
      their standards of honor and justice. If we do not understand and respect 
      this system and the morality it entails, our intervention in Afghanistan 
      is bound to fail. 





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 We say we honor 
      differences. But can we accept Pushtun ways?
 We say we honor 
      differences. But can we accept Pushtun ways?



