A Wandering American Indian Traveler

Native American cultural interpreter traveling, wandering, observing, wondering.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Again, tribal memories

I had a co-worker last summer who explained that she could understand our
tribal language. But she couldn't speak it.
This is what she explained.
She and her brother were sent to a native school.
Indians were prohibited, by law, from attending public school, back then.
When she spoke her tribal language to help her younger brother,she was beaten.
Out tribal language was their first language, their mother language, spoken at home, spoken in the village.
She told me, today, now, in the present, when she tries to speak our
tribal language, she can still feel the ruler hitting her in the mouth.
Again. Again. And Again.
And she cannot speak.
She's been "civilized".
Safe journeys,,,

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