Rewriting history

Rewriting history

Modern reconstruction of a Neanderthal • ©2021 Neanderthal Museum—Holger Neumann

Originally published 18 September 2005

Pity the poor Nean­derthals, who had the mis­for­tune of being dis­cov­ered at the time Dar­win was evok­ing the out­rage of his con­tem­po­raries by sug­gest­ing that humans, apes, and goril­las have a com­mon ancestry.

The fos­silized bones of Nean­derthals were first exca­vat­ed in the mid­dle of the 19th cen­tu­ry. The bones were unde­ni­ably human, but dis­tinct­ly dif­fer­ent than those of mod­ern men and women. The stocky limbs and heavy, slant­ed brows sug­gest­ed a goril­la-like ances­tor that no one warm­ly wel­comed to the human fam­i­ly tree.

In The Out­line of His­to­ry, pub­lished in 1920, H.G. Wells pro­mot­ed the view that a dim racial remem­brance of the Nean­derthals may sur­vive in folk­lore sto­ries of ogres. He assumed that the first mod­ern humans did not inter­breed with Nean­derthals, and attrib­uted this sep­a­rate­ness to the Nean­derthal’s “extreme hairi­ness,” “ugli­ness,” and “repul­sive strangeness.”

An illus­tra­tion in Wells’ book shows a sour and simi­an Nean­derthal male with dull, squin­ty eyes. “Its thick skull impris­oned its brain, and to the end it was low-browed and brutish,” wrote Wells, using the imper­son­al pro­noun. In this ver­sion of pre­his­to­ry, which for a long time was shared by sci­en­tists, the tri­umph of mod­ern humans over Nean­derthals was the tri­umph of rea­son, imag­i­na­tion, and lofty moral vision over ugli­ness, stu­pid­i­ty, and amorality.

More recent evi­dence from the field tells a rather dif­fer­ent story.

Recov­ery of mito­chon­dr­i­al DNA from a Nean­derthal skele­ton sug­gests that Nean­derthals and mod­ern humans diverged from a com­mon stock at least half a mil­lion years ago, prob­a­bly in Africa, then evolved along par­al­lel lines. Ances­tors of Nean­derthals even­tu­al­ly arrived in Europe and west­ern Asia, where they thrived near the mar­gins of ice age glac­i­ers. Appar­ent­ly, they made stone tools, cloth­ing and shel­ter, used fire, dec­o­rat­ed their bod­ies with orna­ments, and at least occa­sion­al­ly buried their dead. There is cir­cum­stan­tial evi­dence that they cared for the aged and hand­i­capped. Their brains were as capa­cious as our own.

Then, around 40,000 years ago, their ter­ri­to­ries were invad­ed by Cro-Magnons, our imme­di­ate Homo sapi­ens ances­tors. For thou­sands of years the two branch­es of the human fam­i­ly lived side by side. There is no con­vinc­ing evi­dence of inter­breed­ing; they may have been sep­a­rate species, unable to pro­duce off­spring. For one rea­son or anoth­er, Nean­derthals were slow­ly dri­ven to extinc­tion; their last redoubt seems to have been the south­ern part of the Iber­ian Peninsula.

Cer­tain­ly, the Nean­derthal extinc­tion is one of the large dra­mas of human his­to­ry — a dev­as­tat­ing instance of delib­er­ate or acci­den­tal intraspecies geno­cide — and cer­tain­ly the most momen­tous loss of bio­di­ver­si­ty ever caused by Homo sapi­ens.

His­to­ry is writ­ten by the win­ners, as Ian Tat­ter­sall, Cura­tor of the Depart­ment of Anthro­pol­o­gy at the Amer­i­can Muse­um of Nat­ur­al His­to­ry in New York, reminds us in his book The Last Nean­derthal (1995). The sto­ry of Nean­derthals is writ­ten by Cro-Magnon descen­dants for an audi­ence of Cro-Magnon descen­dants. Nean­derthals were losers, and there is no more irrev­o­ca­ble way of los­ing than extinc­tion. When Wells pre­sent­ed Nean­derthals as “ugly” and “dim-wit­ted” he was mere­ly doing what win­ners have often done. Vir­tu­al­ly all peo­ple in all times have con­sid­ered those out­side of tribe or kin as some­how inferior.

His­to­ry may be writ­ten by the win­ners, but win­ners can change what they write. An update on Wells’ recon­struc­tion of a Nean­derthal face can be found in Tat­ter­sal­l’s book. This new fel­low has wide, curi­ous eyes and a slight­ly bemused expres­sion. He could be any­one’s kind­ly grand­fa­ther. Put him in a plaid shirt and pair of over­alls and he would not attract all that much atten­tion as a fel­low pas­sen­ger on a crosstown bus.

Tat­ter­sal­l’s sym­pa­thet­ic view of Nean­derthals is typ­i­cal of the cur­rent gen­er­a­tion of anthro­pol­o­gists. His account is laden with infer­ence, as all anthro­pol­o­gy must be, but he goes out of his way to avoid prej­u­di­cial lan­guage and puts the most gen­er­ous spin on the evi­dence. In Tat­ter­sal­l’s account, the brutish sub­hu­mans of Wells’ sto­ry give way to a peo­ple who are the gen­tle, intel­li­gent vic­tims of Cro-Magnon violence.

This change of opin­ion is at least part­ly dri­ven by a sea change in the way we val­ue alien cul­tures — the same trans­for­ma­tion that led to a reeval­u­a­tion of the role of Colum­bus and his con­tem­po­raries from reli­gious sav­iors of sav­ages to exter­mi­na­tors of a less tech­no­log­i­cal­ly endowed people.

The Cro-Magnon invaders of Europe prob­a­bly nev­er ques­tioned their right, even oblig­a­tion, to kill the indige­nous — and alien — Nean­derthal inhab­i­tants of those lands. It was kill or be killed, and Cro-Magnons pre­sum­ably pos­sessed the bet­ter tech­nol­o­gy. Evo­lu­tion is a sto­ry of nev­er-look-back com­pe­ti­tion, red in tooth and claw. Humans, alone of all species, do some­times look back. We cul­ti­vate a sense of his­to­ry. We ask eth­i­cal ques­tions about past actions.

Of course, it is hard­ly fair to impose con­tem­po­rary moral stan­dards upon our ances­tors, espe­cial­ly those of the very dis­tant past, but in ask­ing eth­i­cal ques­tions about human his­to­ry, and in revis­ing answers, we rede­fine our­selves. I once heard the anthro­pol­o­gist Mar­garet Mead say that the progress of civ­i­liza­tion is the ever widen­ing cir­cle of those whom we do not kill. Per­haps we have at last become civ­i­lized enough to rec­og­nize the injus­tice of exter­mi­nat­ing a peo­ple who may have been a sep­a­rate species, but who were nev­er­the­less an intel­li­gent, cul­tured part of the human fam­i­ly. Alas, our enlight­en­ment comes too late for the Neanderthals.

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