#18. Cargo Cults

It was a peaceful morning on the remote Pacific island of Waponi, and Maleko, a respected island elder, was tending to his taro garden under a clear, sunlit sky. The familiar sounds of birdsong and waves gently crashing upon the shore filled the air. Then suddenly, the tranquility was shattered. A deafening roar filled the heavens, and Maleko looked up in astonishment as an enormous metal bird descended from the sky, blotting out the sun and shaking the very ground beneath his feet. This "metal bird" was, of course, an airplane, and its mysterious arrival was due to the tumultuous events of World War II. The island had inadvertently become a strategic location, attracting both American and Japanese military forces. Soldiers from these distant lands arrived, bringing vast amounts of cargo—food in shiny tins, clothing softer than anything the islanders had known, miraculous medicines, and strange metal boxes that emitted voices from far away. For weeks and months, airplanes c...