Our Stories Remember: American Indian History, Culture, and Values through Storytelling
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| ISBN-13: | 9781555918705 |
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| Publisher: | Fulcrum Publishing |
| Publication date: | 12/20/2016 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 192 |
| Sales rank: | 841,095 |
| File size: | 3 MB |
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Our Stories Remember
American Indian History, Culture, and Values through Storytelling
By Joseph Bruchac
Fulcrum Publishing
Copyright © 2003 Joseph BruchacAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-55591-870-5
CHAPTER 1
introduction: connections
Humans make but little. They think they know much. All things declare Mu'ndu had made them. I cannot make myself, they declare. Humans cannot make one tree.
— Fidelia Fielding/Flying Bird (Mohegan), 1925
"I have a friend." Those are words that take on a different meaning in American Indian culture. In the old Indian sense of the word, friend (Nidoba, or "my friend," as we say in Abenaki) implies a deep and sacred relationship of trusting, sharing, and mutual support. A friend is a person you tell your true name. Lance Henson, a Cheyenne writer whose poems are as deeply loved in Europe as in the United States, is a friend of mine like that. Although there are times when Lance is, quite frankly, a pain in the ass, I am pretty sure there have been times (like when I'm being the Anti-cigarette Squad) he's found me just as tiresome. But if I had to go into battle, I'd want a friend like Lance by my side. I hope he feels the same.
I mention Lance to begin with because there's a story I'd like you to read right at the start of this book, a story that has Lance and me in it, but a story that is meant for you. It was a hot Oklahoma day and we were in Lance's Jeep Renegade, on our way to do a writing workshop for Indian inmates at MacAllister Prison. Seemingly out of nowhere (though I know there had to be a context for it), Lance turned to me and asked, "Joe, are you carrying around any guilt about anything?"
I thought about it for a minute, maybe longer. Silence is a pretty good thing to seek help from when you get asked a tough question like that. Finally I had my answer. "No," I said. "I'm not."
Lance smiled at that. "Brother, that's good," he said. "One of my elders asked me once what you should do with a cup of water that is not good to drink." He held his hand as if holding that cup and then tipped it over, pouring it out. "That's the Cheyenne Way."
Don't keep carrying something that is of no use to anyone.
And what does that have to do with the pages that follow? Simply this: that an awful lot of Americans feel guilt about what their ancestors did to American Indians. That guilt either makes them feel sad or it makes them angry and ready to deny it. It makes them turn away from the truth because they find it too painful or don't want to accept it. Guilt works that way. It clouds your vision with sorrow or twists your thoughts with defensive anger.
Yes, tough things have happened to American Indian people. Yes, maybe some of your ancestors had something to do with it. But, like that Cheyenne teaching tells us, there comes a time to get rid of that which cannot help us and refill our cups with life. Listen, be concerned, take some positive action of your own to make things better — even if it involves only being more mindful of what you do and say, more respectful of other beings — but don't feel guilty. If anything you read in the following pages makes you feel guilty, then we've both failed, writer and reader alike.
Pour out your cup. Hold it out empty. Fill it with stories.
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Anyone who writes a book about the entirety of American Indian experience needs to make some qualifying statements right at the start. These are mine.
First, I fully realize that I do not know enough, have not lived long enough, and never will experience enough in my brief lifetime to do full justice to any discussion of our many nations, our many stories. Because of that, you will find me relying on the words and writings of others in the pages that follow. Though I lean in this way on many shoulders, I am still aware of how inadequate my efforts may appear.
Second, I cannot stress enough the fact that there is really no such thing as The American Indian or The Native American. Seeing all Indians as being alike is as foolish as not being able to see them at all. (Non-Indian Americans are deeply prone to both failures of vision.) The American Indian world is more complex than most people realize. I think of the story told to me two years ago by a teacher I know in Arizona. (She asked me to not mention her name or the school where she taught.) A teenage Navajo student was having some "adjustment problems." The school administrators thought they had the perfect, sensitive, culturally appropriate solution: They had just hired an American Indian counselor from a nearby tribe. But when they tried to send the boy to him for guidance, to their surprise, both the boy and the counselor were uncomfortable about this "politically correct" solution. Why? Because the boy was Navajo and the counselor was Ute. It was the Utes who raided the Navajos for many generations, who were the Indian scouts for the U.S. Army in the 1860s when the Navajos were sent on the terrible Long Walk to a concentration camp in New Mexico, and who remain disliked and distrusted by many Navajos. Both the Navajo boy and the Ute counselor agreed that a white counselor was better suited to the job.
Native America is made up of many cultures, hundreds of them. There is not just one history of the American Indian but countless histories. Moreover, those histories are not static, but growing and changing, adding new layers of growth each year just as living trees do. There are so many stories, as many as the leaves on those trees. And all of them remain rooted in this soil, this earth that has never been given up by the people. I do not think that I am exaggerating about the depth of Native American story traditions. The Native tales that have been recorded on paper by Europeans number in the thousands, a process that began more than five centuries ago. And storytelling among the more than three hundred living Indian nations of the United States has not ended. New stories and new storytellers are born every day.
Third, although our diversity remains, there is more intertribalism among the Native nations of this continent today than at any other time in our histories. That intertribalism, in fact, is largely responsible for making a book such as this possible. It is impossible for me to name and fully credit every American Indian elder, teacher, and friend who has shared his or her knowledge with me in an intertribal spirit over the past five decades. You'll find mention of many in these pages, but you should know that there are many, many more and that it is only the fault of my weak memory if I fail to do justice to their generosity of spirit.
What has driven that increased contemporary intertribalism? I see it as a result of a number of processes, some of which have always been here on this continent and some of which are a direct and crucial result of European colonization:
Past connections. Ancient links between American Indian nations were made through trade and travel, resulting in the dissemination of stories and important food crops such as the maize that was developed first in the Valley of Mexico, and through the development of a number of quite similar sign languages, which existed in the Northeast, the Southeast, the Great Plains, the Great Lakes, and the Northwest. Connections were also formed, at times involuntarily, when members of one tribal nation were taken as captives and then adopted into a new tribe. Full adoption was a common practice, one that was often wholeheartedly accepted by the adopted individuals, especially if they were taken when they were young.
(This practice of captive adoption would later be applied to Europeans, producing a number of "white Indians" who bonded so thoroughly with their new families that they refused to return to white culture and even aided their adoptive peoples in war against the whites. Those well-known white Indians include Samuel Gill, a ten-year-old boy captured in Massachusetts by the Abenakis in 1697, and a little girl known only as "Miss James," who was taken prisoner in Maine about the same time. Both children were adopted and raised in the Abenaki Way. The two married and one of their sons, Joseph-Louis Gill, rose to a position of leadership, becoming famous as the "White Chief of the St. Francis," an important figure in peace and war during the last half of the eighteenth century. Perhaps the best-known white captive who lived out her life among her adopted people was Mary Jemison, the "White Lady of the Senecas." Taken by the Shawnees in 1758 at the age of sixteen and then adopted by the Senecas, she was given the name "Two Falling Voices." She fully accepted Indian life, married happily, became an influential voice among the matriarchal Iroquois, and had many children. The remarkable tale of her long life was published in 1824 by Dr. James Everett Seaver after interviewing Mary Jemison in 1823. A Narrative of the Life of Mrs. Mary Jemison was a bestseller and remains in print to this day. Ironically, despite the fact that she was given a Seneca name, her Indian descendants opted to use her last name. Today there are thousands of her descendants among the Iroquois and more than half a dozen variant forms of her name, including Jemison, Jamieson, and Jimmerson, among the Senecas.)
Shared world views. The predominant world view shared by the majority of American Indian nations is that of the circularity of existence. It is a universe in which, as Black Elk put it, "the Power of the world always works in a circle and everything tries to be round." The cycle of the seasons, the circling of sun and moon, even the round shapes of the nests of birds are evidence of this. Just as every point on a circle is equal to every other point, no place being closer to the center than any other, all created things are regarded as being of equal importance. All things — not only humans and animals and plants, but even the winds, the waters, fire, and the stones — are living and sentient. Further, just as the strands of a spider web are so interconnected that touching one makes all the others tremble, in that circular universe everything is connected to everything else.
Human beings are a natural part of this living and aware world, and vice versa. The importance of the family, an extended family, the realization that cooperation is the best way to live as human beings, and the recognition that no individual is more important than his or her people, are also universal truths among American Indian tribal nations. Spiritual growth, rather than materialism, is stressed. The deep connection of each Indian nation to its own land is part of this spiritual and non-materialistic view. Remaining with their sacred land and protecting it became a central concern for one Indian nation after another during the centuries of resistance (which have not yet ended).
Common or deeply similar colonial and post-colonial histories. Among American Indian nations, when Europeans arrived and began settling on the land, a pattern emerged that repeated itself again and again across the continent:
• The first whites were welcomed.
• That welcome was repaid by aggression and ingratitude.
• The Indian people were forced into resistance.
• Superior white weaponry and European diseases overcame Native resistance.
• The Indian nation was decimated and forced into slavery or driven off its land by one means or another. (This process of removal did not always end with one dislocation, but sometimes happened several times — as with the Mahicans, who left the Hudson Valley for Stockbridge, Massachusetts, then had to seek shelter among the Oneidas of New York, and finally, after the American Revolution, had to move to Wisconsin to the contemporary Stockbridge Munsee Reservation.)
• A reservation was established, often on the poorest soil and in the most inaccessible locations.
• Indian children were taken from their families and placed in boarding schools or adopted by whites.
• The survival of Indian languages and traditions became threatened.
Indian boarding schools. It is hard to exaggerate how important, how traumatic, and how significant the Indian boarding school experiment was. Instituted as a federal program when the last Indian wars of the nineteenth century were drawing to a close, the purpose of these schools was to civilize the Indians by a new battle plan. (Military terms are appropriate here.) The continued resistance of Indian leaders, and Indian adults in general, to government attempts to force them into new ways of life convinced a number of prominent whites that a new tactic was needed. The older generation, they argued, was hopeless. Forget them, let them die off. The attack would be on the young. By sending Indian children to boarding schools, often hundreds of miles away from their homes, by separating them from the insidious influence of their cultures — their native dress, their languages, their parents and grandparents — they would be more easily molded into new civilized people, lesser images of the nineteenth-century white men and women who saw themselves as the paragons of all that was good and virtuous, the perfection of humanity.
However, the boarding schools did more than foster among its unwilling attendees the white definition of being civilized. The shared suffering of generations of Indian students forced to attend schools with Indians from dozens of different tribes from all around the continent fostered a better understanding of shared values and led to a new sense of intertribalism. Further, that first small step into white-style education began the process of understanding and making use of the American democratic system, which would see American Indian lawyers winning land rights cases and defending traditional cultures in the last third of the twentieth century. It could be said that the American Indian political organizations of the twentieth century — from the American Indian Movement (AIM) to the National Congress of American Indians and the Native American Rights Fund — were born in the boarding schools.
Writing. Connections among the different tribal nations of North America, or at least a wider awareness of how other Indians live, have also been fed by the written word. If you go into Indian homes today, you will often see at least one or two overflowing bookcases. In those bookcases are not only books written by non-natives about their people (I remember how my friend Dewasentah, an Onondaga Clan Mother, had not only just about every book written by white scholars about her people, but also a very clear, incisive, and well-stated opinion about each of them. Academic ears must have been burning during some of our conversations!), but also books written by American Indian authors from their own tribe and others — perhaps a book of free verse by the Pueblo poet Simon Ortiz, who said in one of his poems, "Indians are everywhere." From the sixteenth century (with the publication in Spanish of two major titles by Garcilaso de la Vega, the son of a Spaniard and an Inca noblewoman) to the present, American Indians have been writing about their histories, their stories, their lives.
The modern wave of Indian book publication (and I am not speaking of "as told to" books, but books fully authored by Native people) began rolling in at the end of the nineteenth century with Zitkala-sa/Gertrude Bonnin (Lakota), Francis LaFlesche (Omaha), and Charles Eastman/Ohiyesa (Dakota); and continued in the 1920s and 1930s with Luther Standing Bear (Lakota), who wrote quite eloquently of his boarding school experience at the Carlisle Indian School, and D'Arcy McNickle (Salish/Kootenai). That wave reached a height (that has continued to rise) in 1969 with Kiowa master storyteller N. Scott Momaday's novel House Made of Dawn, which won the Pulitzer Prize. The importance of these new keepers of the sacred word is such that I list a number of books and say a few words about them and their authors at the end of each chapter. Through them, as well as through the living oral tradition, our stories are being told.
Perhaps you should think of this book as just another story, a traveler's tale of the sort that occurs in a great many of our cultures. I remember how it was put to me fifteen years ago, when I was in Alaska, by Grace Slwooko, a Siberian Yupik storyteller from St. Lawrence Island, an elderly little woman with so much infectious energy and warmth in her that she literally bounced across the frozen ground as if she were made of rubber. In a number of Yupik and Inupiat communities in Alaska they have what they call the "Longest Story," a tale of travel and adventure that goes on and on and on. As we looked out over the frozen sea in front of Nome, Grace told me how you can sometimes see the mountains of Siberia from her home island. "In the old days," she said, "a young man would take his umiaq, his walrus skin boat, and he would paddle across toward those mountains. When he got to shore he would just start walking, maybe for two or three years. When he came back home, he would have enough stories to tell for the rest of his life."
(Continues...)
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