Why are natives ignored ?

Just a thought from a Washingtonian very close to several reservations: I wonder if it doesn't have to do with how ugly reservations and villages generally are. Rampant alcoholism, crime, and poverty make for scenery sharply contrasting the romantically envisioned tee-pees and wig-wams people hope for. And many natives on reservations and in villages wouldn't survive without the federal assistance they receive anyways. I don't care who you are, Black, White, Asian, or Native: poverty is ugly. And though it is wrong, nobody wants that heartbreak on TV.


None of them get by well. We lived on the Navajo and Yakima and even in Dillingham Alaska for times and even now in Oklahoma we moved here for the Indian Health Service jobs working on the Reservations so we have lived them and I've noted the over romantic notions on natives also. Believe me after living there and seeing the Navajo state flower was apparently a dirty used pamper diaper thrown out, many times right in front of me driving home there and I'd just roll my eyes at that old commercial of a proud native with tears in his eyes as a white traveler throws out trash on the road at his feet! Remember that one! Yeah its just the opposite of that in my opinion as I saw more disgusting acts perpetrated against ma nature by natives than about any other people I've lived among including and not limited to picking off an eagle or an owl off the top of a telephone pole with out so much as a second thought for how others may feel about it. Ignorant was the thought of the day for me living there in all honesty. It was quite a wake up call to wake me from the notion the natives cared and had some contact with mother nature we do not. Thats all nonsense and I know that now. Go drive through there you'll see it too as its unchanged. Used diapers all over Arizona Res highways even now.
 
None of them get by well. We lived on the Navajo and Yakima and even in Dillingham Alaska for times and even now in Oklahoma we moved here for the Indian Health Service jobs working on the Reservations so we have lived them and I've noted the over romantic notions on natives also. Believe me after living there and seeing the Navajo state flower was apparently a dirty used pamper diaper thrown out, many times right in front of me driving home there and I'd just roll my eyes at that old commercial of a proud native with tears in his eyes as a white traveler throws out trash on the road at his feet! Remember that one! Yeah its just the opposite of that in my opinion as I saw more disgusting acts perpetrated against ma nature by natives than about any other people I've lived among including and not limited to picking off an eagle or an owl off the top of a telephone pole with out so much as a second thought for how others may feel about it. Ignorant was the thought of the day for me living there in all honesty. It was quite a wake up call to wake me from the notion the natives cared and had some contact with mother nature we do not. Thats all nonsense and I know that now. Go drive through there you'll see it too as its unchanged. Used diapers all over Arizona Res highways even now.

Yeah, I'm glad you didn't take that the wrong way. As a fisherman I'm constantly aware of unethical and downright illegal fishing on some of the rivers shared by the reservations and the rest of the state. They seem to not care about helping preserve already stressed populations, especially salmon. And the sturgeon are never treated with respect, always kept regardless of size. And yet lord help you if you step on the bank that is owned by the reservation: stepping foot on land is grounds for arrest.
 
I lived with Native Americans in Virgina when I got out of the service. I was sleeping in my car. I was the first there and last to leave. They came up and asked if I am sleeping in the parking lot. They took me home and let me stay there until I got on my feet. It was very nerve racking. I took a shower with my s/s S&W in the soap dish. Drinking, drugs, & women was the norm. Years later I had my own construction company and had one crew of Native Americans who traveled with me. Hard workers, and loyal to me. They said....."We are wild, but you Army guys are crazy"......................funny I was in the USN. ;)


They don't like the law, their way of life has been taken away from them, ( their point of view), they know they are being disrespected, they don't want their children in "white" schools, and they realy live in a state of despair. Alcohol and drugs are their downfall probably. Not much ambition to succeed in a society they don't like or respect. They feel disconected and live a lonely existance. I tried to help and show them they could fit in. They helped me when I needed it. I could go on, the different tribes, out West, Michigan, and upper New York, but it was all the same.
 
Where I grew up there was a literal "Missing Generation" in the native population. An entire generation had been rounded up and resettled, totally disrupting the three-generation family model most used. We had a family friend who was asked by the local reserve to bring her teepee and set it up for them as not one of them alive had ever seen one set up in person. Many who have "gone back to the land" hunt with rifles, steel traps, and skidoos. Even in the far north, skidoos are becoming reliable enough to replace dog-sleds and hunting is just a cultural activity, most of the food comes in from the rest of the world. One winter while working in the far north my dad built an igloo. Just for fun, he'd never done it before, and was going off what he had seen on tv, and from old Inuit guys he'd met. By some miracle it worked, and his Inuit co-workers (aircraft maintenance techs) asked him to teach them how, as none of them had ever seen one before. This from guys who's tribe are the prototypical semi-nomadic ice hunters! The world moves on, and most of the North American native knowledge has been lost to them. I think the reason we don't see more is that on the one hand there is still the flat out racism, but also, they don't seem to have anything to offer. Bear Grils is all high-octane high-speed low-drag, Cody is big, safe, in touch with mother earth hippy, Les has his passport and a harmonica. Everyone fits a genre that they have built for themselves. Not to be cynical, but the TLC version of a native american doing survival would be less "in tune with mother earth" and more "the last sober Indian" I worked on a crew with a native guy who took flack for preferring a modern ferro rod for fire lighting! Old indian trick my azz! That special knowledge that they had has been slowly re-discovered by white guys with better marketing.
 
hunting is a sport, primitive living in the dirt swatting bugs isn't. Most people feel humans have conquered nature and have no need for learning about how to survive without a house.

It only became a "sport" when we didn't need it for food.:rolleyes:
 
I will contribute to this thread as a 25% Menominee Indian (Wisconsin Tribe)...

First of all, this thread has gone in a much different direction than the OP intended, so my apologies if I'm not directly contributing to the original post. Since many people can interpret any person that was born in North America as a "Native American", many groups prefer that we be called "American Indians". My grandmother, who's Menominee name is Nesepit, still just calls all of us "Injun's" which of course would be derogatory coming from a non-Indian. Although my family tree is only a few generations away from my hunter-gatherer ancestors, a majority of that lifestyle is long gone. That being said, however, there are still many traditions and skills that are still present, but it's different than most people think. All of my family that live on the reservation live in modern houses, have jobs, cell phones, and have modern problems just like everyone else. But there are some things that make my Menominee relatives quite different than anyone else I've met along the way in my journey...

For example, I went hunting with a relative on The 'Rez a couple of years ago, and a few things stood out to me. First of all, there was no modern Cabelas gear associated with his hunt, like GPS or high tech scent control fabrics or binoculars... just him and his rifle. Second, he hunts on an empty stomach, because he feels his senses are heightened because his hunt is actually filling a need for his body... to provide nourishment. Third, he could hear animals in the woods up to a full minute before I could. It was truly amazing, actually. I know that if I spent my life in the woods instead of at my job and woods bumming on weekends, my senses would be more in tuned, but this was truly an incredible thing to witness.

In addition, my relatives are always speaking of a sign they saw in nature and how they interpret it in a spiritual sense. A dead bird outside on the ground in front of your house means that death is coming. It's not scary or ominous, just a sign. An eagle circling overhead and then flying over the horizon symbolizes a person spirit leaving the physical world. In Menominee culture, when a person dies their spirit is present in the physical world for a while... that's why when any Menominee dies, a male in the family must light a fire and keep it burning for 48 hours... to guide the way for the deceased loved ones spirit. After my dad died, my grandmother saw a bald eagle fly overhead and then over the horizon weeks after he had died. She said that for some reason he had been lingering for a while, and had been refusing to go. After she witnessed that, she didn't feel or sense him around so much in the natural world, he had moved on. The eagle was the sign that he had gone.

So my point with all of this is that while my relatives no longer live in bush shelters and wear animal fur, there is still a greater connection to nature and to the land than I have witnessed in any other people I've known personally. And there is a great spiritual presence in nature to all of my Menominee relatives... the wind, the animals, the forest, the snow... it all means something and there are signs and messages everywhere that guide and shape their lives. This has been the most impactful element of my journey in learning more about my ancestry and my relatives.

Jordan
 
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