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There Are No Straight Lines in Nature Making Living Maps in West Papua
There Are No Straight Lines in Nature Making Living Maps in West Papua
There Are No Straight Lines in Nature Making Living Maps in West Papua
Figure 1. Location of the Marind villages along the Bian River in Merauke Regency, West Papua.
Adapted from Alan Cline West Papua Map, University of Texas Libraries.
Anthropology Now, 9:1633, 2017 Copyright Taylor & Francis Group, LLC
ISSN: 1942-8200 print / 1949-2901 online DOI: 10.1080/19428200.2017.1291014
Nations.3 Largely implemented without the research participants conceptualize place
free, prior and informed consent of the in- within their particular cultural value sys-
digenous Marind-Anim people (hereafter the tems and cosmologies. Among the Marind,
Marind), oil palm expansion has been facili- for example, mapmaking reveals that place
tated by widespread collusion among corpo- is a dynamic entity shaped by the lives and
rate, state and military interests. doings of multiple actors, both human and
Along the banks of the Bian River in north- nonhuman. In producing their own maps,
ern Merauke, I carried out fieldwork among the Marind convey this sense of place as a
several Marind communities whose lands multispecies endeavor by emphasizing the
and settlements are encircled by large-scale role of different organisms in shaping it and
oil palm plantations established in the last de- giving it meaning. In this respect, places and
cade. Participatory mapping with local com- the maps that represent them are lively en-
munities is one of the key tools being used tities, characterized by constant movement
in the area to protect remaining forest areas and transformation. The consequence of this
in indigenous territories from oil palm incur- is that Marind maps themselves keep mor-
sion. This article explores maps as objects and phing and never sit still, in the image of the
mapping as practice, both of which are part multispecies world itself.
ethnographic method, part advocacy tool. As an advocacy tool, community map-
As ethnographic tools, maps and mapping ping like that undertaken by the Marind is
can provide important insight about how our an important means of conveying to states
Figure 2. Droning destruction aerial view of deforestation in Merauke. Source: Sophie Chao.
and corporations the various cultural values mine their effectiveness and value in contexts
that people associate with land. In the eyes of advocacy directed toward the government
of more powerful actors, maps can there- and corporate sector. The Marind themselves
fore serve as forms of proof of the rights are very much aware of the tensions inherent
to land and resources of indigenous peoples in producing maps that are both culturally
subjected to development projects that un- accurate and politically strategic.
dermine these rights. The Marind have come to see the gov-
A growing concern or perhaps expectation ernment and oil palm companies as the de-
among anthropologists regarding the knowl- stroyers of the multispecies worlds displayed
edge they generate is that it should engage on Marind maps and of the movement seen
with contemporary issues and provide in- on such maps. When I spoke to them, they
sights into the cultural worldviews that shape
social relations, including conflictual ones in
contexts of power imbalances. The liveliness The liveliness of Marind maps
of Marind maps the fact that they never sit
reflects fundamental cultural
still and are always works in progress
understandings of place as
reflects fundamental cultural understandings
of place as movement. However, the fact that movement.
maps are always unfinished may also under-
Figure 4. For the Marind, humans, animals and plants all participate in making the forest a place of life and movement.
Source: Sophie Chao.
does not like the company of others. In- There Are No Straight Lines in Nature
deed, few endemic species are able to sur-
vive in the low canopies, sparse undergrowth Sitting at the foot of the mango tree by the
and low-stability microclimates of monocrop old church of Selam, a group of Marind com-
plantations. The conversion of natural forests munity members and I had gathered for a
to such plantations has also increased habi- moments rest after an unsuccessful fishing
tat fragmentation and biodiversity loss, the trip on the western banks of the Upper Bian
monoculture model resulting in barriers im- River. Stretching our limbs, we munched on
pervious to species migration.4 The life-giving grilled sago and coconut, discussing the re-
movements of animals and plants, ancestors cent flow of greasy effluents from the palm oil
and spirits, humans and nonhumans, are in- mill into the river that had, as the Marind say,
creasingly impeded by the incursion of oil made the fish drunk. Midbetel chewing,
palm and the solitary, oppressive places that we were interrupted by Paulinus, a bright and
it occupies. energetic young man, who came running, a
bulky cardboard box under his right arm, Agency. Taking photographs of the document
calling, Hey! I found another map! Check it with my smartphone, I listened attentively to
out! He carefully pulled out a laminated A3 the groups cartographic critique.
map titled Investment Planning Map 2010 Administrative boundaries. Oil palm
2030, produced by the Merauke Regency concession boundaries. Timber concession
Division of the National Spatial Planning boundaries. National conservation zones.
Mining concession boundaries. A doubtful prawns. Look too at the way the sago re-
look on her face, Rosalina, a middle-aged produces following the curve of the Bian,
woman from Khalaoyam, followed with her the way our ancestors and we still today,
callused finger the color-coded straight lines follow this movement to feed and protect
carving up the landscape into a series of ourselves. Look now at the flow of the Bian
itself swaying right, then left, then right
overlapping geometric shapes. Shaking her
again, it has direction but no rigidity. Noth-
head, she concluded: There are no straight
ing grows in straight lines, apart from oil
lines in nature. The group nodded in as-
palm.
sent, and Okto, Rosalinas younger brother,
added:
At this point, Marcus, a rather introverted
Nothing moves in straight lines like this. and shy young man who had been looking at
Look at the seasonal flight of the birds, the the map at a slight distance from the rest of
journeys of the cassowary and the wallaby, the group, turned to me and asked: Can you
the monsoonal movements of the fish and make this map alive? I was confused and
Boven Digoel district, in others in Merauke posedly protected from deforestation shrink
district. District boundaries seem to strangely suspiciously in consecutive annual maps.
move to accommodate plantation conces- Perhaps, in the words of Yakobus, the
sion delimitations. A timber concession government itself is confused. Government
on paper turns into an oil palm concession maps are as unfinished as the spaces they
on the ground. Map scales across different seek to control through visual representation.
sources somehow never seem to match or For certain, the signature of the state, in the
fit when overlaid. Concession areas con- words of anthropologist Veena Das, on paper
tract and expand, changing names, changing and place is at once hegemonic and oppres-
crop. Certain planned developments never sive on the Marind.5 But it is also ambiguous
end up materializing, while others are acti- and volatile. In this ambiguity the Marind see
vated without any prior notice. Areas sup- the possibility of their own intervention to
Yakobus went silent, then began, slowly, would convey the temporal, affective and
then with faster cadence, in a low, hoarse ontological depth and directionality of this
voice, to sing the song of the khaw. The other symphony of a timeplace.
group members lowered their heads in re- Following the movement of the khaw, we
spect, some sniffling, teary-eyed, remember- roamed the forest, as my friends explained
ing the past, their kin, their childhoods, their the fruit trees from which the bird fed, the
mothers. The GPS unit continued to record particular riverbanks it would drink from,
the sound of place and movement through the sago groves it would nest in, the place it
the stories and songs of human and bird. I came into existence, and the place it goes to
wondered how a single red dot on the map sing its last song. Each of these places was in
turn mapped into the GPS unit forming a sort
of khaw lifemap. In turn, each coordinate
was connected by my interlocutors to those
The other group members lowered of other beings, happenings, times and songs
their heads in respect, some that had emerged symbiotically in these and
nearby sites. Each node came to connect rich
sniffling, teary-eyed, remembering
and dynamic multispecies lifeworlds and
the past, their kin, their childhoods,
movements across time and space.
their mothers. The names of ancestors, the peacemak-
ing rituals, the death of a wise woman from
witchcraft, the trees from which Marind ca- as sound (for most were not visible in the
noes and bows are made, the shrubs whose literal sense of the term) included those of
white-pink inner bark is used as medicine birds, the wind and sago-pounding, or what
and plasters, the sago grove where the wild Feld, in his work among the Kaluli of Papua
boar comes in search of food inside hol- New Guinea, has called the poetic cartog-
lowed-out boles, the river bend where the raphies of rainforest trails.7 But they also
dog spirit of the Mahuze clan took a nap only included sounds that coexist awkwardly, of-
to turn into a stone mound visible to this day,
ten jarringly, with these more traditional
the resting place of the snake spirit and the
acoustics: roaring bulldozers, distant chain-
shallow sleeping holes of the Tilapia fish sub-
saws, passing trucks, the Muslim call to
merged in water in the wet seasonthese,
prayer of nearby settler village mosques, the
and countless more, shared biographies, we
recorded and noted, accompanied by photo- solemn intermittent bell-ringing of the local
graphs and sound clips, following the song church, the xylophonic lunch-break Fr Elise
of the khaw. chime of the state primary school and the
The landscapes my friends wanted to triumphant if somewhat crackly Indonesia
map were in no way limited to those that re- Raya national anthem trickling from military
lated to their history and past, or to ancestral garrison megaphones in between the shrill
dema beings. The coordinates we mapped crescendos of stubborn static. And, inside the