When I started working at a library I was surprised to discover that “Amish Romance” was a thing. In January I checked-in an Amish Romance book that featured on the cover a “Native American” woman. She was dressed in generic buckskin and wore a headband… that featured paisley brocade and looked like something from 1975. I found myself snorting, read the back, and discovered this was a three part series about an Indian baby adopted by an Amish family. “What the heck?” I figured I’d read them and see what they were all about.
The books are, obviously, the “Hester Hunts for Home” series by author Linda Byler.
I read all three books and was gravely disappointed with some major issues I came across- namely the racist Native American themes, which leaves me no choice but to STRONGLY not recommend these books. For the sake of discussion, I'm going to talk about why.
For those trying to decide if they want to read these, I'm going to start with a very basic summary of the books. Please note that there will be spoilers.
The books take place in Pennsylvania in the 1700s. An Amish couple without children find an Indian baby abandoned by a stream that they happily adopt. Immediately after, they suddenly become fertile and the mom bears 11 more kids pretty rapidly over the ensuing years. Oh, they name the baby Hester.
Hester grows up, the dad favors her “unnaturally.” The mom dies. His inappropriateness escalates. He marries again. The new wife hates Hester and is really mean. Hester runs away.
She flees, walks forever, gets sick, falls in a creek, gets fished out by local Indians, and is nursed back to health. She lives with the Indians for all of 20 pages in book 2 (which is over 400 pages total), they get slaughtered, she survives, and goes back to being Amish, this time in the city of Lancaster.
Hester gets married to an Amish guy who turns out to be a major jerk. He conveniently dies in an accident. Hester moves in with another single Amish woman and they raise their own produce, which they sell in the market, to fully support themselves, which is actually pretty cool (but not historically accurate). Hester also administers herbs and remedies on the side (more on that later).
Her long lost brother shows up, he’s really handsome and has apparently been in love with her since they were kids, they get married. But first they go back to their childhood home to confront their father and stepmother. The dad is conveniently on his deathbed, he immediately apologizes for everything he did. All is forgiven in one page and he dies. The stepmother is still pretty awful, but then she confesses that nobody loved her, and again, all is forgiven. Hester and her brother get married. They adopt a kid. This is apparently THE magic thing to do, because Hester promptly starts popping out babies, which they name after all the horrible people in their lives that they have forgiven. FYI the whole marriage, adoption, and babies happens in 5 pages at the end of the third book. End of summary.
Now, let’s get into everything that is horribly, horribly, horribly (did I say, horribly) wrong with these books.
There’s a quote I love by Tom Waites: “The world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering.” The writing in this book is terrible. If you look up these books on the publisher’s website, the site has a “disclaimer.” “While not every title we publish becomes a New York Times bestseller or a national bestseller, we are committed to books on subjects that are sometimes overlooked and to authors whose work might not otherwise find a home.” They warn you upfront that if you’re looking for a great work of literature, you are not going to find it here.
First, let’s dive into racist stereotypes.
In the first 20 pages of book 1 there are 20 references to her “red” skin. I stopped counting. By the time I finished the books, I’d say her “red” skin or even just calling her a “redskin” was referenced every other page. Here’s the thing. Hester is Lenape. Early descriptions by settlers described them as having fair skin, tall, and being good looking. The term “redskin” didn’t become common until the mid-1800s when scalps were being taken for bounty. If you’re going to write a historical novel, please, at least be accurate. BTW I was a history major specializing in Native American history, so I'm sensitive to historical inaccuracies.
Every time baby Hester is mentioned, even adult Hester, the colour of her skin is brought up. It reminds me of my grandma trying not to be racist and saying, “What a beautiful, BLACK baby!” Why isn’t it just a beautiful baby, Grandma?
Descriptors for Hester are always centred around nature. She is described as agile like a deer, delicate as a fawn, hair like a black bird, eyelashes like bird wings, quick like a rabbit… Other characters are not described in this way. Describing her this way makes it very clear that as an Indian, Hester is more animal-like than her Amish companions. Think about that.
As Hester grows, the books reference her “innate Indian abilities.” She moves silently, is graceful, good with horses, doesn’t like to be indoors, isn’t good at school and has trouble learning to read and write, she can shoot a bow and slingshot with perfect accuracy, she can perfectly sense changes in the weather, she’s strong and muscular, she instinctively knows all the healing power of plants.
As well as being a historian, I am also a Native person.
I like to say that there are two types of racism. There’s the really open, awful kind that we’re all familiar with and probably think of first. I also think there’s a subtler kind. I like to call it, “benign racism,” because on the surface, it doesn’t seem like a bad thing. There’s calling an Indian a dirty, drunk, redskin. There’s also calling an Indian a noble brave. Both define a race narrowly with a set standard that isn’t accurate. One of the things I encounter the most, is that when someone finds out I’m Native, they say, “That’s so cool. I’ve always felt such a strong tie to nature, too.” I never know what to say. I can’t track, don’t hunt, I can’t tell the weather, I don’t like spiders, I have no sense of direction, I’m ok with whale hunting by Indigenous people- same with clubbing seals and hunting wolves. I care about the environment, but trees don’t talk to me, and I’ve never had a vision of Raven Coyote, or White Buffalo. Oh, before anyone asks, I don’t have an “Indian” name. When I talk to these people I always feel like a really bad Indian. When I read this book, I felt like a really bad Indian, or maybe all that “innate” stuff just skips a generation.
Hester meets an old, Indian woman who is a gifted natural healer. The woman speaks in your standard, racist, broken English. But, she manages to write all her Indian knowledge down into a convenient book for Hester, complete with paragraphs of instructions. Hester, who because she’s an Indian, did poorly in school and can barely read or write, somehow manages to read all this fine. Before she can read the whole book her stepmother throws it in the fire and burns it. This ends up being ok, because as it turns out, her innate Indian knowledge means she knows all this anyway.
When she very briefly lives with the Conestoga, she repeatedly describes them as noble and wise, but they are also “greasy” and smell bad. While she lives with them it’s clear that she looks down on them, but she learns to tan hides and weave beautifully- she takes from the culture she also looks down on.
Also, she lives with these people, they save her life, take her in, and they treat her well- she makes friends and looks on the leader as a father-figure. Yet, when they are caught up in the Paxton Boys Massacre (a historical event that the author gets wrong), she watches them be slaughtered and the survivors taken to Lancaster where they are all hanged. She does nothing to try to stop it. I guess I can’t imagine being an Amish-raised, fluent English speaking person, and not at least going to talk to the sheriff or the mayor. That’s the last we hear about the Conestoga Indians.
The author described Hester using the words “Indian princess” on 3 occasions. This is so offensive. There are no Indian princess. Not one of the original 500 nations had a monarchy.
The author used the term “Indian brave” on multiple occasions.
There’s no other way to say it: this book was racist. I have no problem with racist terms or attitudes being used when they are a part of the world-view of a book or the plot. The characters in this book had many moments when they said racist things in dialogue. That didn’t offend me, it was a part of the character. It was the author’s “benign” racism that was offensive. Her choice of descriptors, her emphasis on certain stereotypes, is racist and is offensive, hopefully not just to me, but to anyone who reads these books.