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I’ve been reading Custer Died for Your Sins: An Indian Manifesto by Vine Deloria, Jr. It’s pretty intense, and reviews by whites tend to reflect two concepts that I find disturbing: 1. Oh, now I “get” Indians and 2. This book is horrible and racist! I’m white and I’m not like that! I find the first sentiment disturbing because it shows how damn ignorant the country is on tribal law, broken treaties, and past assimilation programs. I find the second sentiment disturbing because it not only views Indians versus non-Indians as a racial vis-à-vis rather than sovereign nations with enormous cultural disparities (a central point being made by most of these texts), but it shows resentment before assent to past wrong-doings (which were clearly racially and religiously motivated). As a result, you get an audience that willing to be enlightened and which consequently becomes divided by those who resent the sovereign separation – but also those who pity.
And that brings me to today’s topic: Pity. White, Christian society has – as a generalization – repeatedly pitied minorities (once, of course, it got over taking advantage of them). For example, so many mission trips head off to Africa within 150 years of African slavery in this country and within 50 years of Civil Rights oppression. These societies didn’t care then, but suddenly they do? Is it the new, generational upbringings that have helped conquer past racism? No, I don’t think it is. I think it is continued egocentrism, a continued effort to inflict one society’s views on another. And just like people today will look at African countries and pity the poor, impoverished people without any hope, they will read about American Indians and just feel bad – but never do anything that could sacrifice any of their royalties.
Okay – now you’re probably saying, Well people do sacrifice for mission trips! You say this because they take time and money to go overseas to live in those icky conditions for just some time. But this is just my point. Poverty vs. simplicity. And while I don’t speak for every person in every community in every impoverished area of the world, I can speak from at least my observations in West and Central Africa, places where mission trips and Engineers Without Borders visit on an essentially permanent basis. I have, in French, conversed for several weeks among people in both rural and urban situations about the poverty. I’ve asked them what they think of America, of this lifestyle that these do-gooders wish to impose on the “impoverished”. They’ve told me that America sounds fascinating, but NO I would never leave here for that. Roukia, a cook in Ouidah, Benin who cleans in her spare time and recently opened her own restaurant – she told me the poverty is bad, people live badly in Africa. But she also told me that America is not the answer. People get by, but it’s confusing when the American lifestyle butts up against them. A man named Tomas and his friends, some committee people in the tiny rural Cameroonian village Batoula-Bafounda, sat around a table drinking palm wine with me, laughing because we Americans refused to stay in their village after the well implementation was complete. “Why go home?? We have EVERYTHING you need here! So many bananas, avocados, and palm wine! No, it’s not the American lifestyle, it’s the SIMPLE LIFE.” I can’t tell you how many times I heard people tell me this was the SIMPLE LIFE, the BETTER LIFE.
And so I ask, what are these trips accomplishing? What is this pity about? Why do people think this American, white, Christian lifestyle – this modernity – is the solution? When it’s the same answer to why the world is collapsing? Why are people convinced they have the solutions and that everyone else wants to live like them in this luxurious way? I think, to many “impoverished” people, this luxurious way is excessive, unnecessary, and severely lacking happiness. They see it as stress and competition, not family and laughter and tradition. These people who think otherwise come into villages (kind of like we did with EWB) and they implement systems that, quite frankly, fail immediately thereafter. (Google it if you don’t believe me; I’ve also written about this failure before.) Why do they fail? Because the people don’t care for them. Why? Because they fall back into routine, a routine that doesn’t have these luxuries at all. They choose tradition.
Thus back to this book, back to what I’ve written about so much lately. Tradition. This is the same problem we face in America with the failing efforts by the federal government to “fix” reservations. They’re imposing their beliefs, their ways of living, their solutions. What is the answer? Learn, ask, respect – but let be. Respect treaties and promises. Respect each other. Is that really so hard to do? Sometimes doing is like talking; if you really want to help, sometimes you’re better off not saying anything at all.
Sometimes I’m not sure which I am. I get really defensive about things like people marrying right out of college or earlier, or people being afraid of dining alone….but is it that I support those things that I choose or because I choose them out of necessity?
Lately, I’ve begun feeling like it was insecurity. I would save money all week by eating handouts at work and not buying groceries (because cooking for one seems pointless!), then blowing all the saved money at the end of the week making up for what I didn’t eat before…and doing it alone. Just last week, a guy came up to me and said “You’re not seriously here alone, are you?” to which I retorted, “No, I’m just reading a book with all of my friends (gestured to empty high table) [jackass]”…
Notions like that make me wonder why I’m alone all the time. Or like when I walked from Lakewood to Whiskey Island alone last night and some dudes on bikes shouted after me “Hey, girl, where’s your boyfriend??” [“Where’s yours??”]… I wonder, but then I go to make arrangements and they fall through too often that I remember.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to live with someone. Sometimes I think it would be nice to have things “figured out”. But the reality is, I do have things “figured out”. And if I hadn’t ended my long-term relationship in college, I may have never done a lot of things and become ME. And THAT is why I think no girl in my generation who has finished college at 22 should marry before 25.
Because I didn’t follow the alleged “norm”, I got to visit over 30 countries in one year. Because I continue to neglect the “norm”, I can walk around Edgewater Park on the 4th of July without a date and not care. I can visit any restaurant I want whenever I want and not need company or reservations. I can read a book at a bar stool and not care for a second. I can bike whenever I please to wherever I want, play in any hockey league or on a softball team and have only work to confine me. I can volunteer and spend time with my elderly neighbor and learn more than any married woman at my age could dream of learning. And I’m pretty glad that’s the path I ended up on.
I’m not saying I don’t eventually want what other women have – it’s just right now I have too many other things to worry about. There are too many places to see, too many people to help,…and I would be fine if that’s all I ever do. The only time I worry I won’t be fine is if I worry too much about what “society” says. Well, forget you society. Because society also made me think a guy who was as angelic as guys get would never hurt me, and he’s topped even the somewhat abusive relationship I came out of in college. Nothing cuts deeper than words of hate. Not even a bully locking you in his room and restraining you from going home. The only perk is this is the kind of behavior I can freely walk away from, and that’s what I’m doing.
So Kayla, stop telling yourself this lifestyle is an excuse – because it’s clearly a choice. Like when all of your friends last minute say they can’t make the movie and you go alone anyway – you’re just realizing the value in life experiences doesn’t have to correlate with how many people are there to experience them with you.
I’m reading The Rights of Indians and Tribes (4th Ed.) by Stephen L. Pevar. It’s incredible to read chapter 1 and see, in brief, the hypocritical and genocidal patterns of the US Federal Government between 1789 and the present. It seems like, time and time again, the native populations in America were labeled as one group of uncivilized, needy people. Act after Act was passed by Congress in the efforts to “improve” the economic development of tribes which was really just a fancy way of saying “ethnic cleansing”. The cycle began with the settlers’ push westward, greedy for land and safety from Indian attacks. It induced action to be taken against tribes which was justified by the settlers’ mentality that their Christian, “modernized” ways were superior and that they were doing the Indians a favor. Any governmental actions were completely two-faced, though, since their underlying motives were – until recent history – to undermine tribal systems and assimilate Indians into non-Indian culture. (I’m definitely picturing Uncle Sam with a Hitler mustache these days.)
I still can’t get over this two-facedness. And I think part of why I feel that way is the inherent irony of the circumstances: Settlers thought they were modern and that Indians were the uncivilized ones.
[Those powdered wigs definitely don’t shout “civilized and modern” anymore. Nor does slavery. Or taming horses to pull carts when you can just drive a car.]
Yet it’s not just the materialistic things – it’s the values. These settlers imposed their civilized ways on native cultures, and modern society continues to hold biases. If it doesn’t align with “modern thinking”, it’s radical and unacceptable. Like traditional medicine. Or nomadic lifestyles when we’ve developed agricultural techniques.
It’s just so ironic, that “native ways of life” are outdated – that assimilation would bring wealth to native communities. It’s so ironic because I think it’s the complete opposite. All you have to do is look at the health of the planet and you can see that it’s health has declined aggressively over the last century. And what has also changed over the last century? “Civilization”.
Civilized – 1. having advanced agricultural and social development; 2. refined in tastes.
To be “civilized” is to be advanced. Or, by the second definition, kind of arrogant and picky. But what is advancement? I think it has come full-circle.
For the last couple of centuries, we’ve seen dramatic advancements in technology. We’ve been able to learn and manipulate things we couldn’t have imagined just generations before. But how does this gain of knowledge help us in the long run? Certainly it has increased our laziness, thereby causing higher energy usages that deplete resources and consequently harm the planet – our forever home. Certainly it has increased our life expectancies when not ailed by obesity or diabetes or cancer, for example, but that has increased our population and shed light on the possibility of a carrying capacity to the planet – our forever home. Certainly it has made the quality of life better in some arenas, but it has also caused new problems and threats to our lives as a side effect. How are those advancements?
The Paleo Diet. All of the health advancements we’ve been allegedly making, yet people are reverting back to traditional diets, avoiding manufactured foods, and seeking more natural herbal remedies. They have been thinking more of what we are and the origin of our medical advancements and rediscovering ancient knowledge.
Many are longing for simpler lives. The communication systems we have are impressive, but stressing. We are so interconnected it becomes dangerous. It’s not uncommon for those in “civilized lifestyles” to long for something less, something more like “what it used to be”. Or, as Miranda Lambert sings, for the time “before everything was automatic”.
Since the practices of the Indians have been widely replaced by the practices of “modern civilization”, America has lost nearly all of its topsoil. It’s polluted and ravished by pesticides and other chemicals. Bison populations were obliterated (intentionally), and other animals that have thrived for as long as humanity knows are suddenly finding themselves scarce and suffering. No more “three sisters” planting – now everything is mono-crop, industrial-size, motorized, artificial…And, just like with the Dawes Act, all anyone can do is take more, more, more, more, and more…and think they’re entitled to the rest.
What is civilization? Modern civilization hardly seems civilized to me. It’s destroying this land and it was brought here by people who accused other cultures of being “uncivilized”, the same other cultures who lived here for thousands of years in peace with the planet.
Being civilized should encompass acknowledging that advancements are only made if a part of that advancement is preservation of the planet. Because, seriously, can you imagine living in a world without it? It sounds stupid to try to imagine it because you can’t. Yet people are living like that, taking what they want as they can because they feel entitled to do so. Not obligated to respect and pass up opportunities that are wrong.
And what is wealth? Because I don’t think it’s having all of these silly, materialistic things. I think it’s knowledge, wisdom gained by experience, giving and thus receiving respect, and – most importantly – finding happiness in next to nothing. They always say you can never be happy with someone else until you’re happy alone, and I think that’s true of any kind of wealth.
Oh, just my rant for the day.
I’ve shut out some friends lately who have become damaging. I noticed their absence more than ever today when I sat alone in a frozen cow pasture.
I just got back from two weeks overseas, but I filled my weekend with travel and distraction from what’s been eating me alive. Well, last night I had four hours of sleep before finding myself driving towards Wheeling, WV, Frankie Ballard blasting, then the stillness of a hilltop field as I waited for my subcontractors.
No one. Anywhere. Just the birds and the frost and some lonely cows. I could have been home again.
That freeness reminded me also of the vastness of the world, the humbling sensation of feeling pathetic which travel often instills in me. Like when I hiked the Calanques solo last July, emptied my canteen, and realized how easily I could die in that desert and no one would know. Or this month when I stood on the Bettmer alp and beheld the frozen cruelty of Swiss altitudes and how small I am.
So small, in fact, that what are my woes? What are my complaints? Who are the tiny people who hurt me and bring me down?
All those people I left behind when I drove to the cow pasture, they could stand before me and still be as distant and small. I am small and so are they. And there are so many more of them because this world is full of people who could treat me better or worse in the snap of a finger.
I am small, and not just because my construction clothes in XS short are still too baggy and long on me. I am small because I represent so little of the matter on this planet, so little of matter to a stranger. But I can control how much I matter to someone just as much as I can control how much someone matters to me.
And now I’m in Columbus traveling towards the Indiana state line and I’m still as small, but my accomplishments are big. My strength is bigger. And those mean, selfish pains in my side I left in Cleveland are diminishing with my distance and my apathy.
It is so humbling being small.
It feels good right now. My mind wants to race but I’m nearly 9,000 feet up in the Swiss Alps, drinking beer after a good ski. From my pictures, life could look perfect.
And life isn’t bad. I just struggle with the nonessential.
But being so far away and in the heart of real mountains in real air with real people who live here and love this…it is so relaxing.
I realize it’s not about going anywhere cool half the time. It really is just having nothing to worry about, relaxing, enjoying nature which goes on with or without your daily anxiety, and engaging with people removed enough from your life to put your thoughts in perspective.
Flying from Ohio to Virginia today, I got to thinking about planes. I could see two planes on the horizon. I could see the shadow of my plane on the tops of the clouds. There are planes everywhere, and I was only seeing a handful. The flights so short. The trips so far. How could so many people have so many places to go?
I thought about the world and how interconnected it is. I thought about how this changes our perspective, how it makes our “needs” just become more frivolous “wants”. How it encourages our outrageous American sense of entitlement.
Just today, I was sitting back in the soils lab talking to Jeff and then I blurted out, “Wouldn’t life be so much easier if we just didn’t have air conditioning, heating, electricity? If we didn’t have those expectations and then the simpler life would be so much more? Wouldn’t we have less stress and less obligation and be better off? And I wouldn’t need to worry about my hair looking lousy today or the fact that I had to put on a tank top under this shirt because I panicked when I realized you can see my bra…”
He laughed at my outburst, but he agreed. And I think it’s true.
Then I wondered, what if… what if we didn’t live in this frantic era? Here I am, starting a long journey overseas, ready to “seize” and “define” and “become” and “challenge” – but what in the world does that all mean anyway? What if we didn’t have those opportunities?
Who would I be?
My incessant journeys abroad arose out of a panicky scramble when my personal life was falling apart, my academic life seemed too uninteresting to ever land a job, and my graduation date was approaching too soon for me to actually graduate. There was no glorious find-myself-out-there moment or decision or scholarship…it was just GET ME OUT OF HERE and DEAR GOD HELP ME GET BACK ON TRACK. Back on track in EVERY aspect of my life.
I was a mess. What else would cause me to move temporarily to West Africa ALONE??
Every time I ride a train in Europe or fly through an airport, I can’t help but notice the plethora of young women in small groups giddily dancing around an unfolded map with hiking backpacks, black leggings, and sneakers. They’ve got their bandanas on, their Fodor guides out, and they’re ready to “rough it”. But why?
No, dear lord, please…don’t tell me I’m part of a trend. I didn’t ask for this!
Now that the world is at our fingertips and women have access to more generous means (thanks to the push for higher education and the encouragement to abandon home-making for a life of independence), so so so many young women are out there traveling. It’s like an epidemic. It seems like I always see them, hear about them, or even witness them among my friends. (I mean, men too, but not my point.)
What is it that they’ve lost about themselves that they think they’re going to find? Am I really just the same as them?
I honestly don’t have an answer. But while they’re so busy trying to find out who they will be, I can’t help but see who they would have been and wonder the same for myself.
At 23, where would I have been two generations ago?
A housewife, surely. World War 2. Cooking. Cleaning. Shopping.
It sounds dismal, but part of me wonders if I would have preferred it.
Relaxed, taken care of, at ease, important, with a place in this world.
These days, I don’t know where I belong.
These days, there are high expectations put on me.
These days, I still can’t walk into my job or my hockey game like a woman.
Because I’m still at the disadvantage.
I still have to work a little harder to just pass, because, well, men.
But that’s okay.
Look how far the world has come already.
But is there an intrinsic spark in me that would have caused me to rebel? Would I have become a journalist like Skeeter in The Help and taken life into my own hands? Chosen against a husband and instead fought for human rights?
I want to say yes, yes that would have been me.
But I’m not so sure it would have been.
Sure, now I feel like a rebel, going against the grain, going alone, fighting for native rights.
But that’s so trendy now.
Is that really that awesome of me? Or am I just mundane??
It’s like when the whole world tries so hard to be “different” that “different” becomes “normal”.
But I’m not out to fight being normal,…or am I?
Questions even I can’t answer for myself.
But let’s say I am out there to be different.
And it’s 1940.
What would I have done? Joined the Army? Fought in WWII as a “soldier”? Refused to marry, gone to school, practiced science? Eventually walked on the moon?
Geez… Life is hard to understand sometimes.
Not only do I not have any idea who I am, but I’m unsure of who I will be and also confused by who I might have been.
Well, one thing’s for sure…I’m about to board a plane for Belgium. And I know who I USED to be: a girl who could never board a plane by herself to Belgium. And here I am, student card in hand, an ex-resident of southern France, ready to face the world with a loose itinerary and no reservations.
Because I’m kind of over asking what ifs.
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