THERE were eight in our party of bronzed children who were going East with the missionaries. Among us were three young braves, two tall girls, and we three little ones, Judewin, Thowin, and I.
We had been very impatient to start on our journey to the Red Apple Country, which, we were told, lay a little beyond the great circular horizon of the Western prairie. Under a sky of rosy apples we dreamt of roaming as freely and happily as we had chased the cloud shadows on the Dakota plains. We had anticipated much pleasure from a ride on the iron horse, but the throngs of staring palefaces disturbed and troubled us.
On the train, fair women, with tottering babies on each arm, stopped their haste and scrutinized the children of absent mothers. Large men, with heavy bundles in their hands, halted near by, and riveted their glassy blue eyes upon us......
Zitkála-Šá (Dakota: pronounced zitkála-ša, which translates to "Red Bird") also known by the missionary-given name Gertrude Simmons Bonnin, was a Sioux writer, editor, musician, teacher and political activist. She wrote several works chronicling her struggles in her youth as she was pulled back and forth between the influences of dominant American culture and her own Native American heritage, as well as books in English that brought traditional Native American stories to a widespread white readership for one of the first times. With William F. Hanson, Bonnin co-composed the first American Indian opera, The Sun Dance (composed in romantic style based on Ute and Sioux themes), which premiered in 1913. She founded the National Council of American Indians in 1926 to lobby for the rights of Native Americans to American citizenship, and served as its president until her death in 1938.
The 2nd chapter of this story, ‘The Cutting of My Long Hair’, is in our syllabus for class 12th. I felt the excerpt very intriguing, and couldn't hold on myself, and finished reading the whole thing just now. It feels so satisfying!
Talking about the story, it is the account of the young Zitkala- Sa, a Native American, referred to here as Red Indian, who was brought to the Carlisle Indian School, a boarding house, among others of her own tribe.
The narrator talks about how her customs and beliefs were looked down upon by the Whites. In the boarding, there was a well-defined formula for performing everything.
Quoting from the text, “And though my spirit tore itself in struggling for its lost freedom, all was useless.”
This was part of the syllabus but the entire book is so delightful and charming, specially the goof ups and how zitkala learns to stand up for herself. recommended to 12th graders.
I have found reading the raw writing of other voices the most clear and effective way to understanding the experiences of others. This is more than worth the time and effort to read the many realities of those who were colonized and forced into boarding schools.
This is a piece of history so rarely discussed in the United States. So many Native children suffered in these schools and we are lucky if we learn about it today, even though there are survivors everywhere around us. Beautiful writing.
imagine being totally stripped of your own cultural identity because white people think they are cooler than you 👍👍👍👍
on a serious note, let us never forget the misery and inhumanity that occurred in american indian boarding schools. stories like these should be taught everywhere
I really enjoyed Impressions of an Indian Childhood, and was eager to read this story, but this was not as good as Impressions. It was still enjoyable, just not as much as the first.