Ethnography Blog Assignment

 Khadijah Ahmed

8/24/21

IHSS

Mr. Roddy


But a few hours ago, I arrived upon the midlands of a land they call, “Tex-ass”. Almost immediately upon my descent from my mighty transport, villagers begin to stare and jab fingers in my direction. I watch from afar as they gape and babble in their various tongues. I begin to take note of their actions, their appearance, their collective behaviors. They come in various shades of brown but are dressed in brightly colored fabrics, as well as encasings on their lower limbs. I re-pocket my documents and begin to approach the village entry. Many retreat into large cubes, which I can only assume are dwellings, but a few approach in my direction. Finally, I am near enough to be able to communicate with the group remaining. I greet them, as per my research, by flourishing a hand in the air, and they respond in a similar manner. It seems as though much of their communication involves repetitive action, and after realizing that I am, indeed, quite educated in their means of communication and, dare I saw, culture, they begin to welcome me, beckoning me closer. Already, I am excited to collaborate with these beings, and soon they encircle me. I assume this is an induction ceremony, and soon after, a large, leathery villager, with tied-back head fur and a long introductory rod enters the circle alongside me. The tension peaks and the leader faces me with the rod, pressures a lever, and the last thing I can remember is a flash of silver, a pierce of numbness, and the grainy floor enveloping my xylazine pumped body.

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