|I asked the man for
directions. There is only one way to go for me, he told me, and that is
directly back to where I came from. When he heard that I’m originally from
the Netherlands, he started shouting at me. In his view my family had
killed more Inuit then his family had killed foxes for those Dutch
murderers. I tried to calm him down, because there where so many
bystanders looking at us. His eyes where red and whirled, he had an awful smell of alcohol
hung around him. I told him I thought
the alcohol did him more harm then the Dutch people can nowadays. Thanks
to the good spirits there were bystanders, because he almost killed me!
Perhaps it was the Dutch traders who brought the alcohol to Sisimiut, but you can’t blame me for that! The alcohol caused a lot of trouble and it still does, but that’s not my fault! Those Dutch ancestors where here in the 17th century, that’s about 400 years ago! A bit more then 50 years ago some German people did my family a lot of harm but I don’t blame their children!
It must be one of those differences in the mentality and I have to accept this man's behavior. But it hurts, in a strange kind of way. The accusing isn’t nice of course, but that is not what hurts the most. It is the demolition of this man that keeps burning on my retina. This demolition (perhaps the demolition of the whole Inuit culture) caused by alcohol and Western interfering. Civilization we call it. I can’t shrug my shoulders and say “Ayorama” like the Inuit. This old, interesting and oh so beautiful culture is too valuable to let it be destroyed. I am glad the anti-alcohol organizations are growing with the day. The Inuit have survived so much adversity and disasters trough the ages, perhaps this is just another one.