What’s a bit of cannibalism between friends?
Reports that point to evidence of human flesh eating among the Jamestown colonists in the devastating winter of 1609 – the Smithsonian Magazine account begins: “New archaeological evidence and forensic analysis reveals that a 14-year-old girl was cannibalised in desperation” – had prompted waves of “horror and fascination”, writes David Plotz, editor of online magazine Slate.
“Cannibalism occupies a dark cellar in our brains”, triggering “fear and disgust”, he says.
Even when the cannibalism is driven by necessity rather than perversion – so-called “survival cannibalism” – most people are repulsed.
But Plotz isn’t repulsed.
Indeed, eating human corpses in starvation circumstances makes sense, he argues. In a post sparely but evocatively headlined “Eat Me”, he puts it plainly:
If you ever find yourself with my corpse at a remote plane crash site, you know what to do. These meaty thighs, the well-marbled belly, the beer-soaked liver—they won’t be of any more use to me. Please help yourself.