I purchased Sven Lindqvist's book when it first came out in 1997. The writing is pared to the bone so you can clearly see the stark reality of his discoveries in perception.
A late twentieth century European, Lindqvist travels back through colonial 19th century routes of Charles Darwin and Joseph Conrad into Africa, as a scenic observer of anthropological curiosities, almost. So, to all intents are purposes he starts off like a tourist. Dusky-faced north Africans remain outside of him, as he bumps along in buses and jostling towns and villages, carrying his laptop computer in a backpack. The natives are just the "others" he is interrogating and observing with a Western distancing mind and sensibility and going to write on and report about in his travelogue.
But having to be close to Moroccans and others, over time, slowly travelling, in old vehicles in heat and dust, closely, over long distances, he gradually becomes drawn into their world, and as he does so, winds his way down into the psychological depths of the collective western colonising consciousness. Eventually Lindqvist ends up coming to face the dark pit in the hub of the Western psyche and unveils himself as interloper, transgressor and destroyer.
In a Jungian sense, he approaches the nexus of the collective shadow of the western civilizational consciousness and finds he is not free of the spectre of the shadow of the Western "white" mind, clearly seeing the mind that went everywhere, travelling to all parts of the globe, with purpose, carrying guns, gin and bibles.
Seeing into the mind of the white aggressor he recognises that he too carries the baggage of mental superiority and arrogance. The book unwinds the revelation through various historical examples, as Lindqvist's gaze changes from standing in the white man's shoes at a distance from the "blacks", the Moslems, the "brutes"-- to the gaze of the ones witnessing their massacre, genocide and gradual absorption, or total destruction.
If you are interested to explore the existential arena further in an historical sense, you might like to pick up Franz Fanon's "Black Skins, White Masks", also.
"Exterminate All The Brutes" is a graduated revelation in the mind, soul and psyche of a western compatriot. I sympathised with his view. I had seen all the same traits in various guises in my own heart and soul, and gone "mad", like Conrad, in the looking.
To summarise, this book for me has always been an exceptional grasping of a central problem, by an exceptionally honest writer, historian, anthropologist and psychologist (although I can not name one psychologist I actually know in whose writings such baring of the soul in point-of-fact has been realized). This work is an existential journey. If you are Western, white, be prepared to meet part of yourself, and possibly weep as did Lindqvist (and I).
I lent my much-loved, marked and worn copy of "Exterminate All The Brutes" to an old family friend, a retired professor of psychology who spent many years in the Middle East and wanted to borrow my copy immediately I showed it to him several years ago. I have returned tonight to Amazon to repurchase another book as my old friend recently passed on and I don't expect the old one to turn up.
So this is a review from a long hindsight of first reading. In conclusion, one of the pivotal and most consequential points the writing gravitates to is the continuing persistence by the West of eugenics programs that go by many names.
This remains a very important book of one man's examination of the searing necessity to interrogate who and what we really are, within.
More than a decade after publication, it's message still rings like a bell.
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