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WILD LIFE Adventures of an Evolutionary Biologist Robert Trivers Biosocial Research New Brunswick, New Jersey In memory of my teacher William H. Drury, Jr. Contents Preface: Studying Life and Living It Chapter 1: From Mathematics to Viet Nam War Vet to Unemployed Chapter 2: Bill Drury, the Man Who Taught Me How to Think Chapter 3: Memories of Ernst Mayr Chapter 4: I Become a Lizard Man in Jamaica Chapter 5: Tried for Assault Occasioning Bodily Harm Chapter 6: The Death of Flo Chapter 7: Robbed at Gunpoint in East Kingston Chapter 8: Glenroy Ramsey: Master Lizard Catcher Chapter 9: Jamaican Murders Most Frequent and Most Foul Chapter 10: The Murder of James ‘Be-be’ Bent Chapter 11: Hanging with Huey Chapter 12: Under Arrest Chapter 13: Vignettes of Famous Evolutionary Biologists, Large and Small Chapter 14: Ambivalence About Jamaica Chapter 15: Looking Back and Looking Forward Acknowledgements About the Author Preface Studying Life and Living It For a scientist there is always studying life and living it, and I have never wanted the one to overwhelm the other. Yet that is exactly what a life devoted to science will tempt you into – a life of studying and, otherwise, not much living. Yes, you may have a family and a few good friends, but most scientists embrace a sedentary life, often solitary and intensely internal. You concentrate on experiments and theory and perpetual reading. Your small area of study is the focus of your life, and it is a focus you share with only a few others. Of course, that is not to say you don’t have your chances for exciting social interaction. Deep in the bowels of Harvard’s Museum of Comparative Zoology, with row after row of specimens along long, dark corridors, occasionally a beetle specialist turns, grabs a gall midge freak, and for one wild moment there is both socio-sexual congress and a melding of lives based on biology itself. He will study beetles, she gall midges, side by side around the world. No competition, only complementation. But this kind of life never appealed to me. I was an out-breeder, certainly by nature, and I was also raised in a diplomat’s home. Foreign countries and languages were part of my upbringing. Since my father served in Europe, I had walked through more cathedrals, museums and art galleries than were healthy for any child, and I had no interest whatsoever in European culture, nor in the academic disciplines based on them. But I did know five foreign languages and enjoyed meeting people in their own land, speaking their language, learning about their area of expertise. When I finally found my intellectual home in evolutionary biology, it offered me exactly the right kind of foreign travel – in the rural, the bush, the exotic, and the wild. Third world, not first. Evolutionary biology would take me around the world. And it would show me how to carve knowledge from everything I experienced in these travels with a single, very general logic – what would natural selection favor? How would one best survive and reproduce in these conditions? In short, I signed on to a system of thought that allowed me to study life and live it, sometimes very intensively. I was twenty-two when I learned evolutionary logic, twenty-three when I began studying birds seriously, and twenty-four when I headed on my first trip to the wild. I was single and male. I was eager to see what lay abroad. My biology teacher was an arctic man so that is where I first went. But I did so only once. I knew the moment I left the arctic that I was never coming back – too cold, too harsh, too little life, and, yes, probably too limited a social life. Next time, I knew, I was going south. As it turned out, I was going to Jamaica, where I have now lived for eighteen years of my life. I have also studied wildlife (and human life) in Haiti, India, Kenya, Tanzania, Panama, Barbados, and Senegal. But it is Jamaica that has, in some sense, been every bit as much my intellectual home as is evolutionary biology. I both joined the island (acquired land) and “stole women off the island” as the Jamaican expression goes. My five children are American/Jamaican. I could easily have gone the West African route, as many evolutionary biologists of the era did. I have often wondered how different my life’s trajectory would have been if I had. Certainly, going the Jamaican route did not shield me from exposure to violence. In evolutionary terms, violence is associated with large, immediate effects on survival. Jamaica, in turn, is a violent society. Of course, I didn't know this when I made the decision to first do my fieldwork there. In fact, I was surprised to meet a German sociologist in 1970 who was studying violence in Jamaica. I thought, wow, a German is willing to travel all this distance to study violence? Must be something interesting going on. He was incredulous. Did I not know that Jamaica was one of the most dangerous societies in the world? News to me. But Jamaica, he assured me, had one of the highest murder rates in the world per capita. It still does. I think it is fair to say that my decades of fieldwork, especially in Jamaica but also in Panama (and even Amsterdam), have involved more near-death experiences than that of most scientists. I have been involved in robberies at gunpoint and at knifepoint, an armed home invasion, and a fight that led to my being charged with assault. I have also nearly catapulted myself off of heights too great to ensure survival. You might call me unlucky, but I prefer to say that the scimitar of natural selection has often been raised high above my head. In the pages that follow, I have tried to capture this unusual dimension of my experiences where living life and studying it have merged into one another under extreme conditions – precisely those conditions expected to reveal the underlying dynamics of evolution most clearly. My near-death experiences have made up one very important way in which I have managed not to forgo living life while studying it. But these pages contain much more than just the violent characters and episodes I have met with. I have also met extraordinary minds along the way, from my unheralded teacher Bill Drury, to the legendary evolutionist Ernst Mayr, to the Minister of Defense of the Black Panther Party, Huey P. Newton (both brilliant and dangerous), among numerous others. I have tried to give something here of the flavor of these extraordinary humans, and of what it meant to know them. And finally I have tried to connect my life to members of other animal species, trying to understand them from the inside and even to talk to them in their own languages. In the pages that follow I have woven in, wherever relevant, these distant but often surprisingly familiar viewpoints and communications – that of birds and monkeys, lizards and chimpanzees. This mixture of recollections might strike some as strange. Near-death experiences. Great human minds. The minds and behaviors of other animals. To me, though, it is the only mixture of recollections that could give a sense of how I have lived life and studied it – and of how these endeavors have so often become indistinguishable from one another. This is my life as an evolutionary biologist – animals, fellow evolutionists, and near-death experiences all in one. Chapter 1 From Mathematics to Viet Nam War Vet to Unemployed When I was twelve years old I knew I wanted to be a scientist because it was obvious upon inspection (this was 1955) that none of the other intellectual areas – history, religion, English literature or the social so-called sciences – provided much hope of actual, sustained intellectual advance. I was at first attracted to astronomy, the vastness and beauty of space and the billions of years it had been forming. So much more exciting and awe-inspiring than the seven-day metaphor of the Bible. I got a telescope, read Hoyle’s standard Astronomy text and came up with the bi-stellar hypothesis for the origin of the solar system. I liked that astronomy was a science. These people were not fooling around. They measured things and they did so carefully. They tested assertions against data, and were capable of changing either, and they continually attempted to improve the precision of their measurements. When Einstein’s theory that gravity bent light was tested by the apparent change in position of a star during an eclipse we had dramatic evidence, measured with great precision, of exactly how much that bend was. But astronomy was not a discipline you could pursue in the eighth grade, so I soon turned to mathematics. My father happened to have a large number of math books and out of sheer boredom one day I picked out one entitled “Differential Calculus.” I was thirteen and it took me two months to master the book. It then took me two more to master the book next to it, “Integral Calculus.” It was a thrill to see that the algebra I knew could generate fields with real predictive and analytic power – it was now trivial to measure the area under a complex curve. That was only part of the beauty of mathematics, and its scientific twin: you could learn the whole thing from the bottom up. That is, if you were willing to put in the time and the effort. Mathematical proofs were entirely explicit, every variable and every transformation exactly described. Scientific experiments, in turn, were described so others could attempt to replicate them exactly to see if duplicate results were achieved. I mastered other corners of mathematics, mainly number theory, infinite, irrational, limit theory, and so on. I entered Harvard as a sophomore in pure mathematics, but halfway through the year I saw the end of the whole enterprise and it was nowhere I wanted to be – at best, producing work with solid utility but far delayed, perhaps by the year 2250, but of no immediate use. Physics was for me no better, because, for one thing, I had no physical intuition at all. When they raised an object off the ground and told us they had thereby given it “negative energy” I headed for the door. And of chemistry and biology I knew nothing, having never taken a course in either at any level. So I decided to give up truth for justice and become a lawyer. I would fight the good fights – early ‘60s civil rights, poverty law, criminal law where you hoped the criminal was not too guilty, and so on. I asked people what you studied if you wished to pursue law and they said there was no such thing as “pre-law” at Harvard, so I best study the history of the United States. I declared that as my major and spent the next years learning about the Federalist papers, the Constitution, Supreme Court Decisions, that kind of thing. I developed an almost immediate distaste for the subject because it was obvious from the outset that U.S. history, as it was studied then, was not so much an intellectual discipline as an exercise in self-deception. The major question U.S. historians were tackling at that time was: why are we the greatest society ever created and the greatest people ever to stride the face of the earth? The major competing theories were answers to this question. The benefits of having a society designed by upper-class Englishmen was one such theory, as were the benefits of an ever-receding frontier – that is, the increasing extermination of Amerindians from East Coast to West. The larger field of history was somewhat more interesting but still consisted of stories from the past, inevitably biased and lacking critical information – and I saw little hope of correcting either defect. In any case, April of 1964, my junior year at Harvard, I suffered a mental breakdown and was hospitalized for two and a half months. Prior to the breakdown I went through a five week manic phase, with increasing mental excitation, decreasing sleep, and near certainty that I was the first person to understand what Ludwig Wittgenstein was actually saying, even though this was the first philosophy course I was auditing. I remember very little else from the manic phase except that I started trying self-hypnosis to put myself to sleep. It did not work and lack of sleep is what brings on a full breakdown. Finally one night my friends, who had become increasingly concerned, deposited me at the Harvard Infirmary where I could not answer the elementary question, “Who are you?” “A pregnant woman?” “A new-born baby?” But not, “A thoroughly confused Harvard Junior.” Then came eleven weeks of self-admitted incarceration at three hospitals for treatment of my psychosis. Incarceration – even when voluntary and in a hospital – is never fun. You are locked in, no longer permitted to move about as you like. But thank God by that time the biochemists had come up with compounds that would knock the psychosis right out of you, and then hold it down afterwards to give you time to sleep and recover. After my final release in mid-June I spent the summer reading novels, one a day, and I have always blessed novelists since that summer. As a scientist, I scarcely read all the science I was supposed to, never mind a novel, but that summer novels allowed me to leave my own life and dwell in the lives of others while my own self relaxed and repaired. Harvard readmitted me in the fall. I spent most of that semester playing gin rummy all night long – in other words, still resting my brain. But I also decided to take a course in psychology, since my mental breakdown suggested it might be a useful subject to know. It soon became apparent that psychology was not yet a science, but rather a set of competing guesses about what was important in human development – stimulus-response learning, the Freudian system, or social psychology. None were integrated with each other, and none could form the basis for an actual science of psychology, so I paid no attention to this subject. The two law schools I had applied to – alleged to be among the most progressive – turned me down, so I graduated with a degree in a field I had little respect for and no intention of pursuing. I returned home to live with my parents, unemployed, with hopes of finding a job. But first there was the matter of the draft.

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Robert Trivers is a living legend in biology and the social sciences, a man the Harvard psychologist Steven Pinker calls ''one of the great thinkers in the history of Western thought" and Time magazine named one of the greatest scientists and thinkers of the 20th Century. His theories on the evoluti
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