Part two of this work seemed to deal a lot more with the ills of white society and the accusations of savagery/lack of civility leveled at the Yanomami and Indigenous people more broadly. I found Kopenawa’s arguments quite leveled and reasonable. He never lashes out at any single person for the violence and pain perpetrated against his people, but rather the societal ideals that led them to be their, the thinking of their ancestors. With the gold miners and poachers, Kopenawa talks about how this is all in the hopes of feeding an economy of people dead set on hoarding possessions. For the Yanomami, they “think it ugly to cling too firmly to the objects we happen to possess,” much like a person, their possessions too retain a certain transience. This is framed in the larger conversation fo the separation of humanity from nature Kopenawa picks up on. For the Yanomami, the forest is filled with their ancestors, they are all created in Omama’s image. This inseparability of man from nature seems to be rooted in he idea of mortality, and since humans, much like all the animals, are mortal, there is no need to hold on to things. The items of the forest will come and go, much like its people.
Kopenawa also focuses a lot on the word in this section of the book. Especially when talking to the white people, he mentions how “I am always searching for other words; words they do not know yet. I want them to be surprised and to open their ears.” Kopenawa demonstrates an understanding of the power fo words to be rooted in their novelty. In their ability to make seen/heard what his audience has yet to hear/see. This also seems to explain his ambivalence to the written word. The spoken word is infinitely alterable, each time a story is told, something can be changed. The written word on the other hand has a permanency. Once it is recorded on the page, its fate is sealed. “Their paper skins do not speak and do not think. They are simply there, inert, with their black drawings and their lies. I much prefer our spoken words! These are the ones I want to hear and that I want to continue to follow.” Not only does Kopenawa see the inert lack of value implicit in the written word, he doesn’t care to listen to them. What his work drills into us is that to be other does not necessarily entail being evil, being other just means being different, not less. He doesn’t paint the white people as lesser because they value the written word, they simply hear the xapiri differently, He just asks that they don’t tell his people they’re wrong for hearing, learning, living, and being in other ways.