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The View from the Hogan  #8 Skinny Winds Month (November 1999)

Notes from Big Mountain

Ya'a'tee

    For new readers of View From The Hogan I offer a glossary of words used
whose meaning may not be discernable from a dictionary.

Altar       The land where these words are written and about which these
words are written. The land "formerly known as HPL"
Babble-On   "Out there", the dominant culture. The people here on the land
belong to an oral culture, and one aspect of an oral culture is that the
power of words is honored. Not much is said, but when it is it is important
that it be the truth. In Babble-On there is a lot of "noise", as if
validation for oneself comes from making as much noise as possible.
Clowns      Politicians.
LaLaLand    Los Angeles. Spiritual Capital of Babble-On. Also where all the
damn pesky aeroplanes fly to and from over our heads. (What on earth can all
those people be going to L.A. for?)
Men in black    The various "law-enforcement agencies" active here on the
Altar. The Hopi Ranger uniform is actually a very, very dark green. The Hopi
Rangers are the para-military trained, uniformed wing of law enforcement who
travel in vehicles with insignia. The "Field Monitors" are plain-clothes,
officially unarmed and travel in unmarked vehicles (though with U.S. Govt.
plates). The monitors are in essence spies, they are the ones that sneak
around and count peoples sheep, see who has been building, who has visitors
etc etc. Their findings are reported back to the Rangers. Maybe its because
they don't get pretty uniforms and have to hide their guns in their vehicles,
but it is the monitors who are usually surly and disrespectful and full of
swagger. BIA cops and, when deemed necesary, County Sherrifs make up the rest
of the team.
Visitors        Americans. It was only just yesterday (150 years ago) that
the visitors were "knocking on the door" (in New Mexico). And now they are
trying to say that they "own" this land.
Warmaker    Some might call it the U.S. Government. Some might call it the
Whiteman. Or the Patriarchy. I see it as the cultural trait that urges us to
use conflict and aggression as a Modus Operandi. (my editor says I need to
use more latin)
Waynes World    Hopi Tribal Council Offices. Also a state of mind. For Wayne
Taylor, the current chairman.

    A friend recently wrote me that when she talks to people about the
situation here at Big Mountain she sometimes gets the reponse "Well, the land
is just desert,  why are they so intent on keeping it?". Brings to mind the
Clown in "Broken Rainbow" who basically says "Hey! These Indians should get
real, Americans relocate every day". I'd like to try and partially answer
this query. I won't try and explain how it is to have a sacred obligation to
a land, and I won't try and explain how it is to live on land that your
family has lived on for hundreds of years, which is, in  a very real sense
composed of your ancestors bones. I'll try and explain what the land means in
a "practical" sense, and I'll try to do it by introducing you to just one of
the other species that lives here on the land with us. The humble Juniper
tree.
    Biologists say we live here in the "Pinyon-Juniper Belt". What that means
is that the Pinyon  and the Juniper are the two dominant tree species round
here. Right where I am is mainly juniper with a few pinyons. In the slightly
higher places the pinyon dominates.
    The Juniper is a "gnarly" tree. Nothing straight, turning and twisting
back on itself, kind of like frozen turbulence. The hogan where I live, and
where these words are written is made from Juniper logs. And mud. The corrall
where the flock is sleeping is made from Juniper limbs. As is the Sweatlodge.
     The fire that is keeping me warm is fed by Juniper. As is the fire for
the sweat, the cookstove, and the outdoor fire pit.
    Juniper boughs are used to constuct summer shelters, and are used in a
variety of ways ceremonially. The green tips of the branches, when burned to
ash, is added to all recipes using blue corneal. A wide variety of parts of
the tree are used medicinally, and also for dye. If there is a couple of feet
of snow on the ground, then the juniper is all the flock can get at to eat.
    The fruit is edible, for the flock as well as the 2 legged. I believe
that Gin is made from the fruit. The seeds of the fruit I collect and string
as necklaces,,,, this is my source of tobacco money. The bark when scrunched
makes excellent tinder, and is also still used as a diaper in the
cradleborad. It is said that long ago the bark fibres was used for a skirt.
    The bark fibre makes a good brush for wetting the mud plaster, and when
tied with baling wire is used as a chimney brush.
    For a simple sheepherder the juniper affords protection, from a searing
sun, or a bitter wind. For a simple sheepherder the juniper is a source of
beauty, wonder, and lessons.
    The Juniper is a good ally. And that's just one of the many species that
inhabit this "worthless desert"
    The simple fact is, that the land is life. There are those that think
that we can "own" land, but in truth it is we who belong to the land, for, as
Roberta says "everything we use comes from the Mother Earth". This is a
simple truth, even "out there" in Babble-On

    Referring back to the concept of Juniper-pinyon Belt, both Pinyon and
Juniper are trees, yet they each occupy a slightly different niche in the
eco-system. they each have their own way of "being-in-the-world", and I have
yet to hear a pinyon demand that the junipers leave because it is not their
land.

    So, we are fast approaching Thanksgiving,... or as it is known around
here, "Kishmish Biyazhi", Little Christmas. And we look forward with
anticipation to the arrival of the two big annual supply/support runs, the
Traditional Support Caravan, and the Clan Dyken Caravan. To all of you who
have donated support to these caravans, we thank you and want you to know
that your support will go to where it is needed and most useful,..... you ARE
making a difference. To all of you who come on these caravans and help
organize them, we also send our thanks once again, and a special thanks for
making sure that support reaches every single family on the Altar. As I hope
you all know, I consider you my relatives, and you are welcome in the Hogan
at any time. .

    Things have been pretty quiet round here. No-one I know has had any
animals snatched, though everyone I meet knows someone who has been
threatened by impoundments. Same old same old, stressing people out with
their continous siege tactics. There continues to be a lot of harassment to
get more of the people here to sign on with the stupid Accommodation
Agreement. As I understand it, a few years ago when the AA was being debated
in the Congress, they decided that if 85% of the people here did not sign the
AA, then it was back to litigation. A year and a half ago when the deadline
for the people to sign the AA passed, amazingly the Feds and the HTC and the
Relocation people claimed they just got 85% to sign on. I think the simple
truth is that they achieved this magical number by  coercion. bribery, and
forgery, and, ss cynical as it may sound, I have a sneaking suspicion that
they lied, and that they have been spending the last year and half getting
more signatures to finally make the magic number. Of course, its possible
that I would lie too, if there were a fifty million dollar "sweetener" in it
for me. The whole thing seems to be based on "New Math" anyway, something I
am unfamiliar with,.... how else can approximately 100 signatures equal
2-3000 people?

    Back in the real world, the weather has been glorious. And kind. Warm,
cloudless, still, days. The silence and the sky  broken only by the flying
machines rushing to and from LaLALand. The flock are a bit uncomfortable,
they have winter coats already. But for now we take advantage of the warmth.
Soon enough the wind will turn to the north and we can enjoy winter. A
neighbour has had a couple of babies born to her flock, so its getting to be
that time of the years again.

    Some good folks down in Prescott, Arizona have come up with a nice
support project. They've gone into the local schools (K-8) and explained
about the situation here, and how important the sheep dogs are to the
families, and they've organized a "Support the Sheep Dogs" campaign. Already
one truck load of dog food has been delivered to the land. This is the kind
of support that the people here need and support. If anyone is interested in
supporting this project, or in starting up one of their own, please contact
Candy on CDrotering@mwaz.com.

    Some younger Dineh have started a project to create a monument to
relocation. Initially based on the experience of the Dineh, the idea grew to
encompass all people everywhere who have suffered from relocation. The
monument is planned for Window Rock, AZ, and for now they are looking from
input and suggestions from any young people in the four-corners region.
Please contact Klee Benally on (520) 527 3791 or benally@infomagic.com

    Another enterprise starting up is a co-operative to market the wool of
the local people here. Last year the price paid for their wool didn't even
cover the cost of the gas money to sell it. There are weavers "out there" who
pay a decent price for wool, either as fleeces, cleaned, carded, spun or
dyed, so if any of you are weavers, or have friends who are weavers, and
might be interested in helping this economic enterprise, please contact me on
this email address.

    I recently bumped into Kee Watchamn. Like Roberta, Kee has made many
visits to the U.N. and to Europe as a representative of the people here. I
asked him what message he wanted me to pass on to y'all. His remarks are
addressed to international supporters. "We are not asking for money. We want
the U.S. Embassies and the U.S. politicians to keep getting petitions and
letters. We also want international lawyers to come here and take testimony
from the people."

    I am led to believe that many of you are heading out to the Land this
winter. I offer a small piece of advice. You want to bring a good hat, good
gloves, good boots, and good socks. You are going to be spending a lot of
time outside, and it may very well be very cold. Good gear can make the
difference bewtween enjoying yourself, and being miserable. A small thermos
flask is also very useful. After a couple of hours in the wind and snow, a
cup of hot coffee will let you understand the phrase "nectar of the Gods".
    
    I continue to be honored by the email I'm receiving. In the past week
I've heard from England, Norway, Sweden, France, Luxembourg, Germany,
Australia, Canada, Hawaii, and all over Turtle Island. An obvious sign that
what is happening here on the Altar is of significance to  people everywhere.
This must be the Global Village that I've been hearing about for years....
not the Global Marketplace that is being pushed on us by McDonalds, Coca
Cola, Hollywood, and Washington..It reflects, I hope, a growing awareness
that as the biological and cultural diversity of our planet is being
destroyed in far off places, and is being  replaced with Monoculture, each of
us is diminished, whether we ever visit those far off places or not. It also
reflects (again I hope) the awareness that by the products we buy and the
resources we consume we are in fact the cause of this destruction. It is WE
who are responsible for what is happening, and therefore it is WE who are
responsible for stopping it, and de facto we have the power to stop it.

    I also note with some interest that many of you writing to me describe
yourselves with reference to your ancestory, you define yourselves as
Choctaw/Scot, or Irish/Swedish/African-american, or Zapotec/Eyak, not
American, or Mexican, or British. We are starting to reject the abstract
divisions that are Nation States. Many of us can trace our bloodlines to a
multitude of points around the globe. Kind of like a world-wide web huh?
Underlying the situation here on the Altar is the matter of abstract
definitions being imposed. A U.S. President draws lines on a map and says
"this defines such and such", a little later more lines are drawn, then more
lines,...... fences,..... names, dividing,....separating. Even the definition
of what is "Navajo" and what is "Hopi" is an abstraction imposed on reality,
for in truth in the blood of most navajoes and most hopis is the blood of
many different peoples and tribes.
    It is said that the language we use to describe reality also tends to
define that reality. What is going on here on The Altar is a conflict between
two realities. One seeking to destroy the other and replace it with its own.
If we use the word HPL to define the land here, we are already buying into
Warmakers reality. In truth the land here is an altar, and to use that word
is to deal with the reality
Many of us seek to change our reality, our world, to one that reflects our
deeper beliefs rather than the beliefs we were taught by Warmaker...... The
language we use to define ourselves and our world must surely be one place to
start. There is great power in how we define ourselves, as there is also in
how we allow others to define us.

    On the other hand, there are just 2 types of people in the world. Those
that have spent time here on the Altar, and those that have not. The
readership of this humble newsletter fall in to both categories. To the first
group, I would urge you (if you're not already doing it) to tell your
stories.  I'm not talking about the politics, or the suffering, but the
beauty of these people, this life, this land. When you left here, you took a
part of Big Mountain with you. Let that part speak. A request for poetry, not
rhetoric.

With that in mind I'd recommend you point your web browser at the following
address:

http://www.frucht.org/roberta.html

(check out the Fry Bread song)

But then, what the hell do I know,........ I'm just a sheepherder.

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            Your prayers, support, and correspondence are invited.

            I thank you for your time that you have given me by reading this.

            For all my relations

                Bo Peep

                reachable via unclejake74@hotmail.com

P.S. To all those who have written to me, please be aware that owing to the
pressing needs of the flock, the firewood, and the Grandmas, the office is
sometimes left unattended for days at a time. It may take as long as a half
moon between when you write, and when you hear back from me. Around here the
information superhighway is a sandy jeep trail. Please be patient, you will
hear from me.

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