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Don't Shed Tears for Us Poor Indians

Harlan McKosato
6/30/15

Do you ever get tired of hearing about the plight of the American Redskin? Do you ever get tired of hearing about how pitiful it is to be Native American from our own Native writers, the mainstream American press, and international media outlets? I do. I get pretty sick and tired of it. We’re not all the upset, militant, discomforted, disenchanted, downtrodden people that we’re made out to be. Just don’t make us mad at you.

Last weekend I went home to my hometown powwow in Perkins, Oklahoma – Ioway tribal land. This lazy town on the outskirts of nowhere came alive with Native culture, history and tradition. It’s one of our well-kept secrets that doesn’t need to be commercialized, commodified, or glamorized in any sense of the words. It was just us Indians being Indians in our own way. We showed pride in ourselves to ourselves.

It made me feel good for our people – especially our young ones. There was no investigation of an unknown cause of death for one of our tribal people, or someone being abducted. There was no story involving meth causing our tribal members to feel sorrowful. There was no court case involving racism or prejudice that caused our people to march in protest. There was no mention of the Doctrine of Discovery or the Marshall Trilogy.

We came together to celebrate our past, our present, and our future. It’s a great thing to be Native American in this day and age. I state this for the record. I’m tired of all the newcomers to the bandwagon of the “Native movement” and all of those trying to fit in with the “Native cause” trying to convince those of us who have been here all along that there is something terribly, horribly wrong with the way we are treated and our very existence. There’s not.

When I saw all those giant Avatar-looking straight dancers and fancy dancers competing at the Ioway powwow the other night I thought to myself, “Where did these guys come from?” It was an amazing sight – they were larger than life. They must have been about seven feet tall with all their regalia. Am I the only one who is witnessing and documenting this phenomenon?

Okay, back to my main point. Try not to shed too many tears for us poor Indians. We’ll be just fine. We know our history. We know exactly what happened – when we were cheated, how we were cheated, why we were cheated and robbed. Guess what? We will live on despite the injustice, and the racism and the prejudice. No one can defeat our way of life that our elders have provided.

My mother, Bette McKosato (who is enrolled Ioway, but is also of Omaha/Winnebago blood), was honored as the Ioway Tribal Elder of the Year on Friday night. The family all turned out for this tribute. In response, Mom said “I think I’ll try to get it again next year” – (which is a joke because those of us who know about these things know that you can only get this honor once in your lifetime, which falls in line exactly with her sense of humor.

There’s so much more to being American Indian than being unhappy about the way things went down in this country’s history. Our ancestors taught us the right way. They taught us about the importance of our tribal, clan and family relationships. They also taught us how to ornery, so sometimes we don’t do the right thing – even though we know it’s wrong.

There have been floods throughout Oklahoma and the surrounding region for the past month. The devastation has made national headlines and many of my relatives were worried that it might disrupt our proceedings over the weekend. It didn’t. The skies were clear and the breeze was nice. The Heavenly Fathers looked over us and blessed us. The drummers/singers, dancers, elders, everyone was enjoying being Indian – even the non-Indians.

I watched the finals of the competition dances from right alongside the MC stand on Sunday night with my 13-year old son. I explained what the purpose of each dance was and why the dancers – the fancy shawl, the jingle, the Southern buckskin, the men’s fancy, straight dance, traditional, etc. – I tried to explain what was going on from what I’ve been told. In my heart I already knew that he could feel what was going on. It was not about oppression or racism. It was a celebration. It was a night to remember.

Harlan McKosato is a citizen of the Sac and Fox Nation of Oklahoma. He is the Director of NDN Productions, an independent media production company based in Albuquerque.

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smartphoenixnavajo's picture
I think supreme court justice clarence thomas feels this way about his people. I have read a few times how he has talked this way about their collective past. Yet, the author goes through great lengths to establish his "indianess", as if having a personal opinion about indians, you have to be legally indian. Mixing insults with "tradition" banter has been envogue for a few decades now, another bandwagon, if you will. In the future, just make it bullet points of what you hate and what you like, and don't be afraid.
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raininmyshoes's picture
I am sure you do get tired of hearing it, I imagine it is probably irritating. Perhaps it is thoughtless, but some consciousness of expressing truth too frightened to still realize the criminal and inhuman robbery and senseless murder. Still hiding the shame that wants out. The learned indifference was someway of tapping it down. I cry sometimes, the reality too close and of wanting to push it away, the horror and terror of the slaughtering. It is frighteningly unimaginable and seems so impossible, yet a need to run away from it, wondering how could this have happened. Not wanting the experience to get any closer unless it become real again. I cry sometimes to think of the sorrow of being driven out of your home and land. How painful and strange to have some stranger use violence to remove you from all you knew. There is a recorded voice of a Native Indigenous man crying and he says they killed all his family without reason. I cry at the sadness of his pain. It is right to cry and feel what was done, it was tragic and traumatic. I use to cry so much agonizing burning pain. I asked God why, why. The answer finally came to me one day when I was out crying. I looked up and around the land and I saw you were not there. I realized that you had been badly mistreated. What they did to me was a reality of what they had done to you, but far worse. I did cry for you because I needed you, I needed love. I cried for me because I was alone and could not go to you. I wanted to go to Bear but I did not know how. We shared the same berries but I did not know how to live with Bear. I saw the portrayed relocation to a reservation in a movie. The Grandchildren bringing their Grandmother to the new government house with a front porch and a porch light. She was broken and they brought her to the porch where she sat, she would not go inside. She died there on the porch of a broken heart. It was a very sad reality in film, but a reality for many and I felt sad and cried. She was forced to give up what she loved for some regulation. I cried to leave your home, it was a beautiful heaven and helped me to survive. I had no need of any other heaven. Although it is right to leave, I am grateful for there was such wonder of life and beauty there. I feel so amazed how gentle and kind the Bears were. They allowed me to share their berries and we always left enough for each. I am so amazed how they so delicately remove the berries, never any damage to the bush. I cry because all these ugly things happened. She was far more lovely than I could see, amazingly so. I think I will cry again when you come home, for all the life will be happy again. I am thankful because she was lovely and helped me to survive. I was blessed by the wind, summer was my best friend, thunder and lightening, beautiful spirit of Mother to share beauty so that I could feel beauty in me. The Bear were very kind and generous. The coyotes sang many nights throughout the year. The apples and berries were delicious. The waters were refreshing on a hot summers day. A beautiful spring water alive with spirit, fresh from the earth and cool was the best tasting water I have ever known, it was the only spring I knew of. All the other water did not taste good and I have never known a water so delicious again. The fragrance from the earth after a summer shower was so nice, fresh, and smelled so good. There were fireflies, salamanders, turtles and woodpecker. Racoon and skunk and weasel. Beaver and muskrat, moose could run right by; one time he got a helping hand when he fell through the ice.There was bobcat and deer and beautiful song birds to sing you awake in the morning. The mice ran happily and played all night long between the walls. Frogs croaked way into the dusk and crickets sang many nights, on rare moments wolf was making a way. The wind spoke the ancient language and had much to teach, holy, sacred and pure. In the morning all was cleansed and purified in complete quiet, to hear clean all around. The life there said your name, Native Indigenous North America. I saw it speak in the tree's and on the earth. She is radiantly beautiful and it will be more joyous when you come home. I will cry, but I am blessed. I saw her life and she was kind. She helped me to survive. I loved her birthday celebration, it was the most exciting day of the year. She was always a surprise and her magnificence was awesome. She made me smile. I saw love for you. Lack of love was our starvation, the life fed us as best she could. I was born 19 years later when I discovered human being in me, it felt good. A lot of people said things that were not true, but I did not see that about you, life told me the truth. Happy Birthday to You.
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glenda-Ioway's picture
smartphoenixnavajo I respectfully disagree with your assessment that the author was mixing "insults with 'tradition' banter". I saw him pointing out that the sad or negative news we & others hear about us isn't the whole story. I thought he made a good point that we know our tragic history as a people, but we enjoy being modern-day Natives, especially having fun at cultural/family events like pow wows. But, I feel even if it's bad news or we're not personally affected we must stay informed of the plight and needs of some Indians, of reservations without jobs or polluted resources, so we can try to find ways to be helpful. As for him establishing his "Indianess", I'm glad he did because it helped explain the foundation of his opinions. Yes, anyone can have an opinion on Native issues! But I am sick & tired of hearing "my great-great-great grandma was a Cherokee princess" as some say to validate their opinion as an "Indian POV"! I wish they'd just say they support Native causes since everyone's help is important. p.s. I do not know Mr. McKosato. Our Ioway tribes became independent from each other beginning in the early 1800s when some Ioways left the reservation in NE Kansas & SE Nebraska and moved to Oklahoma. I am an enrolled member of the Ioway Tribe of KS & NEB (I'm not "establishing my 'Indianess'" ;), I'm just pointing out that Ioway in "glenda-Ioway" does not mean he & I are from the same tribe)
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