Yes. It's true.
I asked what it was, specifically, and he just shrugged and said, "primate" again.
I believe it may have been baboon.
We had gone to Nagero county, even more remote, further north from Tambura, to see more clinics, and the soldiers we were traveling with were thrilled to discover the women near one of the clinics we visited were selling bushmeat. It's highly regarded taste-wise (I believe it may have been described to me as "just delicious") and a bit more difficult to find in Tambura. It's very common in the rural areas, though, and an important source of protein.
In related news, I am now pushing a "No bushmeat in official vehicles or if you must please put it in a bag" policy for my organization.
I have to say that while the human nature part of me is fascinated, the public health part of me is absolutely horrified by bushmeat, aka "tropical wild game". It's increasingly understood by scientists that the diseases bushmeat carries is capable of spreading disease not only to the people who hunt and butcher them but onto humans all over the world. It is now widely believed that the AIDS virus was transmitted from chimpanzee blood that came in contact with humans when it was butchered or eaten, about a century ago. As an awesome article in the New Yorker magazine recently put it, bushmeat's threat used to be limited to only the handful of people in isolated African villages who were exposed to viruses from bushmeat, or exposed to people who were exposed to the viruses. But as the world has become increasingly connected, all of a sudden those diseases that once stayed put are spreading out into the world. Last year in New York, for example, illegally imported bushmeat infected with the simian foamy virus was found. The virus can be transmitted to humans, but the long-term effects aren't known--yet. The concern is that another global viral pandemic like AIDS could be waiting in the wings, and the rush is on to stop that from happening. No wants ebola or monkeypox (like smallpox, though less deadly, usually).
But how do you say that to people who derive their only protein from bushmeat? Or derive their only income from selling it? Good ole' "risk minimization" is the favored approach right now. Don't butcher bushmeat if you have cuts on your hands. Don't eat primates you find dead in the forest. But that can only get so far, and it's unclear if even these messages are permeating communities. So for now, it's monitor carefully and wait and hope that the global public health community identifies anything before it gets out of control.
Grim, no? If you're in the mood for a bit more grimness, I highly recommend Richard Preston's The Hot Zone, one of my favorite books of all time.
I asked what it was, specifically, and he just shrugged and said, "primate" again.
I believe it may have been baboon.
We had gone to Nagero county, even more remote, further north from Tambura, to see more clinics, and the soldiers we were traveling with were thrilled to discover the women near one of the clinics we visited were selling bushmeat. It's highly regarded taste-wise (I believe it may have been described to me as "just delicious") and a bit more difficult to find in Tambura. It's very common in the rural areas, though, and an important source of protein.
In related news, I am now pushing a "No bushmeat in official vehicles or if you must please put it in a bag" policy for my organization.
I have to say that while the human nature part of me is fascinated, the public health part of me is absolutely horrified by bushmeat, aka "tropical wild game". It's increasingly understood by scientists that the diseases bushmeat carries is capable of spreading disease not only to the people who hunt and butcher them but onto humans all over the world. It is now widely believed that the AIDS virus was transmitted from chimpanzee blood that came in contact with humans when it was butchered or eaten, about a century ago. As an awesome article in the New Yorker magazine recently put it, bushmeat's threat used to be limited to only the handful of people in isolated African villages who were exposed to viruses from bushmeat, or exposed to people who were exposed to the viruses. But as the world has become increasingly connected, all of a sudden those diseases that once stayed put are spreading out into the world. Last year in New York, for example, illegally imported bushmeat infected with the simian foamy virus was found. The virus can be transmitted to humans, but the long-term effects aren't known--yet. The concern is that another global viral pandemic like AIDS could be waiting in the wings, and the rush is on to stop that from happening. No wants ebola or monkeypox (like smallpox, though less deadly, usually).
But how do you say that to people who derive their only protein from bushmeat? Or derive their only income from selling it? Good ole' "risk minimization" is the favored approach right now. Don't butcher bushmeat if you have cuts on your hands. Don't eat primates you find dead in the forest. But that can only get so far, and it's unclear if even these messages are permeating communities. So for now, it's monitor carefully and wait and hope that the global public health community identifies anything before it gets out of control.
Grim, no? If you're in the mood for a bit more grimness, I highly recommend Richard Preston's The Hot Zone, one of my favorite books of all time.