Manataka American Indian Council®
NEW INDIAN COUNTRY
From Indian Country Today Magazine
WHAT IS THE DEFINITION OF A TRUE NATIVE AMERICAN?
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 powwows, watching the dancers, wearing buckskin dresses and letting the steady drum beat restart my heart, my soul. It's 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 powwows.
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!
~Posted on Indigenous Peoples Literature: October 22, 2003
Submitted by Carol Henderson
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