National Geographic : 1983 Jan
degradation, not merely in their own eyes but in those of their children, on whom the future of their culture depends. Probably the worst display of outside in fluence on the traditional Wayana way of life occurred on New Year's Day at Ana paike, a village on the Suriname side of the Maroni River. I joined some 200 Wayanas there, gathered from other villages for a three-day celebration that seemed to borrow the very worst from the outside world. Absolute bedlam greeted me at Anapaike. The newest hard-rock hits blared at ear splitting level from three entertainment booths filled with young Wayana men and women swaying and gesticulating like pup pets in T-shirts, jeans, dark glasses, and Afro wigs (page 72). Most of the young people smoked and drank, but I was not prepared for the sight of one five-year-old I knew. He stood calmly puffing on a cigarette beneath his parents' seemingly unconcerned gaze. It is hard to assess the long-range effects of What Futurefor the Wayanas?