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June 22, 2010

Tons of Bushmeat in Paris

Humanoid, it's what's for dinner.

PARIS — The traders sell an array of bushmeat: monkey carcasses, smoked anteater, even preserved porcupine.  But this isn’t a roadside market in Africa – it’s the heart of Paris, where a new study has found more than five tons of bushmeat slips through the city’s main airport each week.

Experts suspect similar amounts are arriving in other European hubs as well – an illegal trade that is raising concerns about diseases ranging from monkeypox to Ebola, and is another twist in the continent’s struggle to integrate a growing African immigrant population.

Madame Toukine, an African woman in her 50s, said she receives special deliveries of crocodile and other bushmeat each weekend at her green and yellow shop off the Rue des Poissonieres market. She wouldn’t give her full name for fear of being arrested.

“Everyone knows bushmeat is sold in the area and they even know where to buy it,” said Hassan Kaouti, a local butcher. “But they won’t say it’s illegal.”  For the study, European experts checked 29 Air France flights from Central and West Africa that landed at Paris’ Roissy-Charles de Gaulle airport over a 17-day period in June 2008.

Of 134 people searched, nine had bushmeat and 83 had livestock or fish.  The people with bushmeat had the largest amounts: One passenger had 112 pounds (51 kilos) of bushmeat – and no other luggage. Most of the bushmeat was smoked and arrived as dried carcasses. Some animals were identifiable, though scientists boiled the remains of others and reassembled the skeletons to determine the species.

Experts found 11 types of bushmeat including monkeys, large rats, crocodiles, small antelopes and pangolins, or anteaters. Almost 40 percent were listed on the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species.  Based on what officials seized – 414 pounds (188 kilos) of bushmeat – the researchers estimated that about five tons of bushmeat gets into Paris each week.

A bushmeat ban is enforced in Kenya, but it is legal in most parts of the Republic of Congo, where hunters may stalk wildlife parks that aren’t heavily guarded. Even after several outbreaks of the deadly Ebola virus linked to eating bushmeat, the practice remains widespread.

“If you have intimate contact with a wild animal – and eating is pretty intimate contact – then you could be exposed to all kinds of diseases,” warned Malcolm Bennett, of Britain’s National Centre for Zoonosis Research at the University of Liverpool, who was not linked to the study.

Nina Marano, chief of the quarantine unit at the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, said similar underground markets for bushmeat exist across America. “We have to be culturally sensitive and recognize this is important for some African communities,” she said. “But there are no regulations for the preparation of meat from wildlife to render it safe.”

The scale of Europe’s illicit bushmeat trade suggests the emergence of a luxury market. Prices can be as high as $18 per pound (30 euros per kilo), double what more mundane supermarket meats cost.  “It’s like buying the best cut of organically grown beef,” Rowcliffe said, adding that bushmeat like giant rats and porcupine, which he has tasted, has a strong, gamey flavor.


Tastes like chicken!  If it’s not sharia law in our courts, it’s “bushmeat” on our streets.  Is this something we need to be “culturally sensitive” about?  Or should we instead encourage assimilation from our immigrants.  I like Africa.  I’ve spent some time there.  But I was under the impression Africans were eating monkeys and giant rats because they were forced to by poverty and hunger.  Now it turns out they’re paying top dollar for these dubious delicacies here in the land of plenty.  Do I smell a rat?  Or is that the foul stench of multiculturalism at work when in Paris it literally costs more coin to eat GIANT RAT than it does a tender and juicy filet mignon.  That culinary dissonance is only possible in the upside down world of modern Liberalism, gentle readers.  Listen, I do Third World culture as good as the next guy.  I have literally eaten things in some of those Third World hell holes that would make a billy goat puke.  And if Africans crave the succulent taste of rat every now and then, that’s cool.  I won’t judge.  That’s their culture.  And if they enjoy the gamey flesh of humanoids from time to time, that’s fine too– so long as they’re eating rats and monkeys IN AFRICA, not here. We don’t do rat in the West, at least not yet.  Is that too much to ask?


  1. As a hunter, I want to tell people as often as possible that it is the conservation ethic of hunters that promotes healthy habitat and populations, not the rapine of poachers. I suspect there is a strong element of magical thinking expressed in the preference for bushmeat. I once saw an article in The Economist on the subject that ran a photograph of a stylish housewife in her modern urban high-rise kitchen (in beautiful downtown Abidjan?), stirring a big pot on her stove that contained the identifiable skull of a large ape or baboon. Peut-être son souffle est tombée et elle a dû recourir au service du babouin pour le dîner. Trop mal! On the other hand, if I were a wine-grower in SA’s Cape region, and the baboons had just despoiled my thrice-pruned grapes, I’d be tempted to have a barbecue.

    Comment by Thorvald — June 23, 2010 @ 06:56

  2. >>>I once saw an article in The Economist on the subject that ran a photograph of a stylish housewife in her modern urban high-rise kitchen (in beautiful downtown Abidjan?), stirring a big pot on her stove that contained the identifiable skull of a large ape or baboon.

    Sounds like a healthy dose of cultural imperialism was definitely in order.

    Comment by Jesusland — June 23, 2010 @ 09:31

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