WHAT IS THE
DEFINITION OF A TRUE NATIVE AMERICAN?
American Heritage Magazine (July-August 1998)
"New Indian Country."
This editorial was published in "Indian Country
Today"
To the editor:
Recently I read the American Heritage Magazine (July-August
1998) article on the "New Indian Country." The article mentions
our revolts various nations have made over the many white men -
and Native caused issues. Without saying so, it makes us out to
be an Indian raiding party mindlessly killing homesteaders from
a John Ford movie.
And that made me wonder...
"What does being Native American
mean?"
To me it isn't just going to pow wows, watching the dancers,
wearing buckskin dresses and letting the steady drum beat
restart my heart, my soul. It's more.
My great-grandfather, Chief Bear Hunter, chief of his own
Shoshoni Band, was Bear Clan, as was my grandmother. I, too, am
Bear. It's not just wearing my bear claw necklace and choker
every day to honor my grandmother, my clan. It's more. The eagle
and hawk feathers I have were given to my grandmother by Nez
Perce Chief Joseph in 1876 for her acts of bravery against the
Blackfeet. It's not just wearing these same eagle or hawk
feathers every day, going to the grocery store, in honor of my
grandmother, my people the Eastern Shoshoni.
It's more.
Most Indians today wear the white clothing of JC Penny and not
our Native ribbon shirts and calico dresses.
"Being Indian is not just what clothes
are being worn or not worn."
It's more.
I speak to my blood Shoshoni grandmother Annie Yellow Hawk every
day even though we burned her body atop an ancient burial
scaffold 36 years ago. Then, in 1960, she was 100 years
old.
Still, being Indian is more.
Daily my prayers are made before a 150-year-old buffalo medicine
skull, and my words are by the Creator.
"I know the Creator is
in my heart, my spirit."
But it's more.
Although I am Shoshoni, I was raised on the Nez Perce rez.
Besides my real grandmother, five Nez Perce grandmothers also
raised me. Their teachings are with me now.
And yet, it's more.
Today, totally disabled, I live in the Megalopolis of Denver and
not on the reservation. I walk between the white and red worlds
as we all do.
Being Indian is more!
The white culture sees us with a bit of awe, sheathed in leather
and eagle feathers, as something from the not so recent past. We
see ourselves in limbo not knowing where to stand:
by the graves of our ancestors or wearing suit and tie in some
corporate meeting.
And, if at the meeting, are we red, or are we white?
To me being Native American is more than feathers, reservations,
buffalo skulls, bear claws, belief in the spirit world of the
sky walkers, red or white, being raised by grandmothers, clans,
old beliefs and pow wows.
I am a living being raised from the red clay
of Mother Earth.
"Her spirit is in my
breast.
Her breath, in my lungs."
My heart beats as her heart beats to the ceremonial drum. As a
people we are more complicated than whites. Our heritage made us
that way. And we are more complicated than blacks who were
brought to America.
We were the first footprints on
this continent.
That is our heritage.
A thousand boarding school nuns can't beat that out of us or cut
it out as our braided hair hit the school floor.
We are as different from the white race as Oriental is from
African.
Being different doesn't make us less. We are equal as anyone.
Yet we are Indian.
"We are Native
American."
No clothing or schooling or place of residence will ever take
that away.
My people's blood seeped back into Mother Earth in 1863 at the
Battle of Bear River.
My grandmother's eyes saw the death of her father, the chief, on
that day --
"a good day to be reborn."
That is what makes me who I am today. Nothing will ever take it
away!
JoAnn White Eagle
Thornton, Colorado
Posted on Indigenous Peoples Literature: October 22,
1998
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