I have long admired the Native American community. In college, I took a
literature class and an ethnic class which focused on the amazing people. I
have a family legend which says that I have Native American blood on both my
paternal and maternal sides (I’m still looking for proof). The family
stories of my connection to the Native American people helped fuel my desire to
know the different cultures and understand their way of life.
When I took the ethnic studies course, my professor
organized a weekend field trip to the Tohono O’odham Reservation in southern
Arizona. The Tohono O’odham people are the second largest in the nation and
were called the Papago Indians by European settlers (it means “bean eaters”)
and it is a name which they have rejected and I can understand why. The
experience I had on the reservation has stayed with me all these years and what
struck me the most is the story of the Man in the Maze.
The Man in the Maze is a symbol of life, happiness and
sadness. It represents a person’s journey through life. The twists and turns
are the choices in life. With each turn, a person gains more understanding and
strength. When a person reaches the middle of the maze, he or she has reach his
or her goal/dream. The figure in the picture represents I’itoi, the mischievous
creator god who resides in a cave below the peak of Baboquivari.
The above picture is one I took of Baboquivari. Out of
respect of the Tohono O’odham people, we stayed a distance away as the site is
sacred to them. I recently discovered that the Tohono O’odham is fighting to preserve
the mountain as a sacred site because the mountain has become a favorite for
hikers and rock climbers and many of these individuals do not respect the
mountain for what it is and have defaced the mountain. It saddens me to see a
sacred site treated with such disrespect. How would you feel when something you hold dear was mistreated by those who do not know or do not care? I'm sure you'd be furious.
I suppose what I admire most about the Native Americans is
their respect for nature and all living things. They see life in a way that so
many have forgotten or simply do not care. I know that some Native Americans
may look at me, a white woman, and wonder why does she care? I don’t know if I
can really explain it. I just feel a connection and a desire to understand. I
know that history has darken the relationship between Native Americans and the
rest of the country. My hope is that I can learn and then teach my children all
the voices of American history, starting with the Native Americans.
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