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The View From The Hogan #10 Month of frying snow (Jamuary) 2000
Notes from Big Mountain
(being an eye witness account of the on-going hidden war against Native
people)
Ya'a'tee
Judging by the amount of visitors we are getting here recently, its my
guess that a lot of you are focussing on the Altar right now, so I wanted to
get something out quickly, so please excuse me if this issue is a bit
scattered.
Communications from the Altar has never been easy. Its a very large area,
with the people scattered all over,... just a couple of cell phones here, so
many times something is happening and those who live in a different area
don't hear about it for days. Many people write me about how confusing it
gets sometimes with the different "versions" of what is happening here, so
I'd like to clarify what View from The Hogan is.
My main aim in starting to write VFH was to provide an eye-witness
account of what is happening. I also try to pass on the words of people here
who do not have easy access to outside communications. I try to include
backgound and historical material that may help to understand some of the
things happening here, and obviously I include a hefty dose of my opinions
and feelings. As time has gone on, VFH is becoming a dialogue as I try to
answer the questions people are asking. Some of the things I write are aimed
at new supporters, some at old-timers.
I'm not a writer. Nor a journalist. I'm not an activist. I'm just a
sheepherder. I do not claim to be speaking for anyone other than myself. I do
not wish to add to any confusion that exists over what is happening here. I
simply believe that what is happening here is of importance to all of us, and
that the truth has a power to effect change in a good way., both within and
without of ourselves.
I've been honored by all the messages I've received enquiring after my
health. In a nutshell, I am very well. The lambs continue to cause much
celebration in me. There is enough of them now that they hang out as a
"gang". When I first let them out they engage in a springing competition to
see who can jump highest.... then it looks like the Derby as they all chase
each other in a circuit, screech to a halt, and after a while head back into
the corrall to fall asleep in a pile. I do not see how it is possible to see
that and not be filled with celebration. I celebrate the beautiful sunrise
each day..... it is always a surprise. I celebrate how my body feels after
I've been chopping wood for a while. I celebrate my connection with all of
you "out there". So, I am very well,.... surrounded by beauty. My admiration
and gratitude goes to all of you out there who give of their precious time,
energy, and prayers for the land and people here. For you it must be so much
harder living in the belly of the beast.
Many people have enquired after Robertas health after her accident. She
continues to heal, and asked me to tell you all thank you for your well
wishes and prayers.
Until it got real busy round here I was, as usual, reading a lot, and I'd
like to pass on some of what I read. None of the books were about the
so-called land dispute, but they all contained information that is relevant,
and in some way exposes the fallacy of a "land-dispute. The first is a book I
mentioned last time, "Sun Chief: The autobiography of a Hopi Indian". Set in
the Hopi village of Oraibi during the latter part of the 19th century and the
early part of the twentieth century, Dan (the author) does express some
anti-Navajo feeling, though not about any "land-dispute", rather that they
were untrustworthy. This didn't stop him having Navajo friends who stayed
with him and that he in turn used to visit. The interesting point I found was
that several times during the book he mentioned that several of the Navajo
Clans were considered relatives of the Hopi. This confirms what the
traditional Hopi and Navajo have been saying all along, that the division
between the Navajo and the Hopi is an illusion created by the Feds and HTC
(Those that benefit by the creation of a land-dispute). The second book is
also a Hopi autobiography set in the same time period, but this one is set on
Second Mesa, "Born A Chief: The nineteenth century boyhood of edmund
Nequatewa. Throughout the whole book, not one mention is made of any dispute
or conflict between the Navajos and Hopis. This seems strange, because surely
if such a major thing was happening it would have been mentioned. Towards the
end of the book he writes about leaving the Hopi villages and living on Black
Mesa with a Navajo family for a couple of years. He described Black Mesa as
"Navajo Country". Again, the book shows that the Navajo and Hopi had been on
more than friendly terms throughout their history. The third book is "Utahs
Black Hawk War" and is about a little known "Indian" war in Utah during the
1860's. Two interesting point stood out for me. One was that the indians of
the 4 corners region, the Southern Ute, Navajo, Hopi, and Jicarilla Apache
were all allied with each other in this war, and that all those tribes were
related to each other through extensive intermarriage. More evidence that the
divisions and labels used by the protaganists of a land -dispute are
creations of the dominant culture, and not the actual reality. The second
interesting point was that this was going on during the period of The Long
Walk, 1864 to 1868, which is supposedly when ALL the Navajos were rounded up
and in the concentration camp at Fort Sumner. The best evidence I've been
able to collect is that in fact probably a full half of the Navajo people did
not get rounded up, but continued to live in the western part of their
territory, which includes Black Mesa. The HTC/FED argument that the Navajos
came flooding in to Black mesa after being released from Ft Sumner is yet
another fabrication. The archeological evidence is that Navajos have been
living on Black Mesa for at least 400 years. The final book is "The Genocidal
Mentality: Nazi holocaust and nuclear threat", and gives ample explanaition
of the mechanisms, both internal (psychological) and external
(socio-cultural) which allow individuals and societies to commit genocidal
acts. To oversimplify, it appears that these processes are various forms of
denial. Americas favorite pastime.
Though I didn't get there myself ( someones got to take the sheep out)
all reports I hear of the Pipe Ceremony at Camp Anne Mae is that it was well
attended and went well. It is so good to hear of the spiritual and ceremonial
support. In my humble opinion it is this support that is most effective.
As I mentioned earlier, we have been blessed with an enormous number of
visitors lately. As I write this there are 7 people sleeping on the floor of
the hogan, and only one of them is American. There are people from Japan,
Britain, South America, and from the 4 directions of Turtle Island. There can
be no doubt that we are all related. There have been visitors from Germany,
Italy, Canada, Mexico...... its kind of wonderful to hear so many accents and
to see such a diversity of peoples enjoying communicating with little common
language. Special mention must be made of a contingent of British
anarcho-feminists whose energy was much appreciated, even though they spoke
funny. One of the results of so many visitors has been a huge amount of
chores have been done. Most "work" here on the Altar is labor-intensive, so
with so many bodies available all kinds of things are being built and
repaired. Of course, with so many "city kids" here there are problems.
Innumerable axe-handles get broken, and sheep and sheepherders get lost. Its
not so bad when the sheep get lost,... there is a sense to the sheeps
behaviour and they can be easily found, but when we lose sheepherders it is
stressful as there is no logic to their behaviour and so its quite a worry.
Overall there was a lot fewer problems with "helpers" than in previous
deadlines. To all of you who were here, I'd like to tell you that the
blessings of your labor will continue for a long time to come. Personally, I
would like to add that I have been imeasurably enriched by getting to know
you all. One point I have noticed, is that the vast majority of those people
who come here in support are musicians and artists. Creative people. Why this
is, I'm not sure. My thanks must also go to all the thousands of people
around the world who continue to support us in a myriad of ways, organizing
and attending benefits, rallies, etc but also all those many individuals who
are supporting by prayer.
Among the visitors was a delegation of Swedish politicians. They came to
take testimony to be presented to the European parliament. The Hopi Tribal
Council put out some whiney propoganda about how unfair it was that the
delegation did not visit them and ask for their side of the story, but that
seems like a silly attitude. If the HTC feels that there human rights are
being abused then surely they could invite people to come and witness that?
Maybe the next time the HTC meets with the Feds to decide on how to continue
with their planned evictions they should invite resistors to the meetings?
There was an awful lot of low level overflights the past few weeks. Those
of you who have not spent time here may not realize how intense the silence
is here. When planes circle the homesites at a couple of hundred feet, it is
an obnoxious invasion, disturbing not only the flocks, but the prayerful ways
of daily life here. Surveillance in general was stepped up to incredible and
absurd levels. The Men in Black must be real happy. They must be on
triple-overtime. I can't help but wonder just exactly how much of the
tax-payers money is being poured into this bullshit. What on earth are they
looking for? Gaddafi's secret terrorist training ground? The recent spate of
HTC propoganda gets to throw the word "terrorist" around a lot. They claim
that there was a bomb threat at HTC headquarters. I know many of the people
on the land, and many of the supporters, and I don't know anyone stupid
enough to make a bomb threat. However, it is the kind of dumb thing that is
used again and again to creat imaginary threats by those who wish to
perpetrate their own "official" violence. Sometimes it seems that the HTC
must be working from real old FBI manuals, their propaganda is so bad and
transparent. Most of it seems designed to create a false sense of fear in the
Hopi people, and to convince the world that the disgusting actions of the
Hopi Tribal Council are representative of the wishes of the Hopi people.
Of all the many things taking place here recently, the Prayer Walk that
began in Japan, and that continued from Flagstaff to Big Mountain, was
perhaps the most exciting. I was around the walk for the latter part, and was
powerfully affected by the beauty and power of the many people taking part.
"Bliss and blisters" is how one walker described it. Bahe, who co-ordinated
the walk on this side of the pacific will be writing his own report on the
walk, so I recomend contacting him on iindon49@hotmail.com and asking for a
copy.
The HTC propoganda about the Prayer Walk was particularly loathsome,
attempting to paint this spiritual activity as protest and demonstration. The
walkers were told that they were not welcome to come to Big Mountain. What
the hell has it go to do with the HTC? These people were invited by the
residents of the land, and the Walk had no intention of passing through any
area where Hopi people live. A couple of months ago there was a sacred run by
Hopi people from the San Francisco Peaks to Hopiland. The Hopi runners did
not need to ask for "permission" to travel through the Navajo Reservation.
This attempt to shut down the walk was just the latest in a long line of acts
intended to disrupt the ceremonial life of the Dineh residents, and while
they are doing this the HTC has the unmitigated gall to demand respect for
their own ceremonial life. No-one has ever interfered with or blockaded a
Hopi ceremony. In all events, the Men In Black behaved with an unusual amount
of respect towards the Walk, confining themselves to photographing it. I
applaud the restraint shown by them. This shows that it is possible for them
to respect the ways of the residents and their friends. This is how it could
and should be always.
To all of you who took part in the Walk and in its support, I have the
following request. If you have photos and video of the walk could you please
send me copies? I know its a pain in the butt when people ask for that, but I
would very much like to be able to show them to all of the Elders who were
not able to witness it for themselves.
After the walk was over a fast/prayer vigil was held outside the offices
of the Relocation Office in Flagstaff. Led by the Japanese Buddhist nuns from
the Walk, by the end of the second day more than 40 people took part, praying
hard that those inside the building would have their hearts touched and would
reconsider their actions. There was a half-hearted attempt by the police to
close the vigil, the Mayor of Flagstaff is also the Director of the
Relocation Office
You may have noticed that so far I have avoided any mention of the "D"
word. Deadline. It had become obvious in the preceding months that no
evictions who going to be attempted at this time, but as a certain segment of
the support population continued to hype the deadline I found myself ignoring
it more and more. Like the fences, the deadline was the creation of Warmaker,
and I was uneasy with the focus being placed upon it. Don't get me wrong, it
is great that so much attention has become focussed here, and that so many
people have come to offer support and solidarity, but my wariness was of
getting sucked in to dancing to Warmakers script. My focus had to remain on
keeping daily life going in a good way. Now that this latest "final deadline"
has passed we now wait for the next "final deadline". The point I would like
to make is that in reality, every single day from now on is a deadline day,
as in fact it has been since the original "final deadline" of 1986.. The
focus and support needs to be continuous, and to grow. Interestingly, on Feb
1st, many of us were so busy celebrating in a sacred way that we actually
forgot that it was deadline day.
For those of you in the neighbourhood of central Arizona this March might
be interested in attending a Big Mountain Benefit/Event being held in
Prescott Arizona on March 16th. There will be live music, a show of rugs,
guest speakers, and a variety of other educational and entertaining
activities. Contact Holly on hollyr@goodnet.com for more details.
Many of you write and ask if there is any little things you can send to
us here. Well, I've thought of something. Thanks to the massive amounts of
help we've gotten here recently I have now expanded the size of my garden, so
could sure use some seeds. Corn and squashes we have plenty of, but I'd be
interested in anything else that you think would grow here. Bear in mind we
are at about 6000 feet, so the growing season can be quite short. Things like
radishes, carrots, spinach, beets, peas, tomatoes, peppers etc would be
great. I have enough space to experiment, so would be interested in trying
anything.
Finally, I would like to describe a small part of what happened to me on
January 30th. I awoke on the very western edge of Black Mesa. Below me the
cliff dropped away to the surrounding Painted Desert. Though I have seen this
view many times, it never fails to cause in me feelings of awe. Today it was
overwhelming. Way off to my left, 100 miles away stood Dook'o'oo'sliid, the
San Francisco Peaks. Archetypal mountains, 11000 feet, snowcapped, rising
alone from the surrounding land. These mountains are sacred to 13 Tribes who
live in this area. This is where the Prayer Walk began 4 days ago. The
mountains are being desecrated by the expansion of a ski resort, and by a
pumice mine on the lower slopes. (desecration for the pleasure of a few, and
for stone-washed jeans). Between myself and the peaks is Blue Canyon and Coal
Canyon..... colorfull gashes in the earth about 30 miles away. As my eyes
swept the scene Gray Mountain loomed, and next to it, 80 miles distant the
Grand Canyon. With binoculars the tower on the South Rim is visible. This
time of the year the sun sets over the south rim, as summer solstice
approaches the sun moves across to the North Rim. In front of the Grand
Canyon, a small white Mesa 15 miles away. In front of me, 10 miles distant
stands Wilcat Peak, A cone shaped mountain with the community of Red Lake in
front of it. Red Lake was where the Walkers spent last night. In a tremendous
show of support for the Walk, many local people bought food for the walkers
and the evening was spent with music, dance, prayer and celebration. Many of
the walkers later said that their sense of welcome from the community of Red
Lake (where many relocated people now live) was the high point of their walk.
Turning north from Red Lake stands White Mesa, 40 miles away. Primarily
white, delicate shades of blue, pink and yellow also paint the sheer cliffs.
Completing my 180 degree view is Navajo Mountain, across the border in Utah.
10,000 feet high and shaped like an inverted bowl, Navajo Mountain is another
important and sacred mountain to all the tribes of the area. In the sweep of
land laid out before me, stretching to the horizon, is a kalaidescope of
color and form. Though my breath didn't actually stop, the rhythmn of my
breathing was dancing with what my eyes beheld.
Sortly after sunrise I heard the gentle beat of the drummers and knew the
Walk was heading my way from Red Lake. I watched as over the next couple of
hours the line of walkers snaked their way to the base of the cliff below me.
A mile or two away and the gentle drone of the chanting was audible with the
ever louder drums. At the base of the cliff stretched the hated fence,
seperating, and dividing the people from each other and the land. As the line
of walkers approached the fence I counted over 50 individuals making up the
human snake. As the walkers past through the fence, I suddenly , and without
any warning at all, found myself crying deeply. For the next 20 minutes as
the walkers climbed up a narrow steep horse trail to where I stood, tears
streamed down my face and did not stop until the last walker had reached
where I stood at the top of the cliff. It had been almost 5 years since I had
cried in this way. The tears were not of pain, but seemed to be the result of
a huge wave of energy passing through me, humbling me and filling me with
joy. Over the next few days I relived those moments to try and understand
what was behind the tears, and this is what I realized: The fence inscribes a
prison. The people who live inside the fence are watched and monitored 24
hours a day, just as in a prison. For the people inside the fence, all daily
activities are regulated, and needing permission from an externally imposed
authority, just as in prison, and for those inside the fence who have not
signed any "agreements" with their jailors, they are now considered to be and
treated as non-persons, just like in prison. The feeling behind my tears was
this: there was an overwhelming feeling of hope and relief at watching all
these incredible people, suffering and sacrificing and praying, breaking INTO
this prison, and in doing so were dismantling not the fence, but the illusion
of the fence. For the next 2 days the walk continued on towards Big Mountain,
the heart of the Altar. For much of the way they followed old horse trails
that were almost invisible, being rarely travelled any more.... the people
who travelled it haveing been removed, and the fence stopping the free flow.
The walkers "opened-up" these trails again. It was as if some arteries or
streams had come back to life.
I am blessed with a life that continues to gift me with memorable days.
The days I was associated with the walk now rank as the best days of my life,
so to all of you walkers, I say once again, thank you, thank you, thank you.
We are all related, and it is my honor to have been touched by you.
I believe that we attribute too much power and omnipotence to Warmaker.
Sometimes we do this because we fear the responsibility that comes with our
own individual power. During the past couple of weeks it has been my profound
privelege to be around many people who honor their own power and by joining
together with others manage to achieve great things. There was much hope
generated here on the Altar. I wish you all could have felt it. Life is good.
But then, what the hell do I know, I'm just a sheepherder
Thank you for giving me your time by reading this
Your prayers, support, & correspondence are invited
"To tell the truth in times of universal deceit is a revolutionary
act "
For all my relations
BoPeep
(reachable via unclejake74@hotmail.com)
P.S. To all those who have written to me, please be aware that my highest
priorities are the flock, the firewood, and the Grandmas, email is not,
therefore 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
sometimes no faster than the Pony Express. Please be patient, you will hear
from me.
If you have received this update as a forward, but want to sure of getting
them in the future, please let me know and I will add you to the list. Also
if there are any "back issues" you don't have, again, let me know.
Please feel free to distribute (unedited) this email.
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The View From The Hogan #10B. Little Eagles Month. February, 2000
Notes from Big Mountain.
Ya'a'tee
I've had difficulty getting the time to send out the latest VFH, so I add
this addendum.
The following is a statement made by Roberta Blackgoat just a few days
ago. She would appreciate it if her words were distributed.
RELIGION
This land is a sacred land. The Creator gave it to us to protect it with
song and prayers Not only for the Dine People but for all the Universe.
The Holy People were praying to the Creator in a sacred hogan and when the
praying was done, the Creator blew the four poles that held the hogan
together into mountains, creating a space for the Dine. These poles became
four sacred mountains in four different cardinal points: Mount Blanca,
Mountain Taylor, the San Francisco Peaks, and Mount Hesperus. It is said
that when this new hogan was completed it was covered with dirt which the
Creator manifested as a rainbow. The Dine People have the spiritual mission
to protect this land in order to keep the whole universe in balance. Near the
center of the sacred hogan, that is our homeland, is Big Mountain which is
considered our altar, where people from the world can come to be healed.
The first Navajo words we were taught as children were prayers and that was
made it possible for their success in protecting our land, and has allowed us
to remain here. Even the Navajo Code Talkers in World War II protected this
land using the Navajo language, using our prayer.
Religion is our road, the corn pollen path. It is a road that we have made
since childhood. When we rise every morning we say our prayers and we pray
throughout the day. Everything one does is a prayer.We arise with it and
with it learn to walk. This is our teaching that is now being taken away
from us.
CULTURE
Culture is our entire livelihood. All parts of our culture have their
prayers and songs. We do not grab these ideas from nothing. Even weaving,
farming all have prayers. The corn pollen was specifically given to us so
long ago. The different types of corn, white, blue, yellow and black all
come from prayers. We pray for them and we pray with them. For the
traditional Dineh, weaving is an act of soul. When the Earth was created
Spider Man taught us how to fashion the loom incorporating the Earth, the sky
and the rain. Spider Woman taugh us how to weave using symbols, colors.* of
the natural environment. Since the beginning of time, we have fashioned our
clothes with songs, prayers and praise, with heart, spirit and with soul.
LAND
We live on land. The man's law is not our law. Nature, food and the way
we live is our law. The plans to disrupt and dig out places that were sacred
sites are against the Creator's law. Our great ancestors are buried all
over, they have become sand, they have become the mountains and their
spiritual presence is still here to guide us. When Navajos were exiled to
Bosque Redondo, New Mexico in 1864 it was an attempt to steal what we had, to
steal from our souls the depth of who we are. Now it's occurring again. .
The Holy People gave us this land without any permits. Now there are
restrictions on chopping wood, planting and sheep herding. The Long Walk is
still going on.
We resist in order to keep this sacred land in place. We are doing this for
our children. If we are being relocated we will not only lose our land, we
lose our culture, our religion and we will not have anything to leave to our
grandchildren to keep our tradition alive. Let our culture live, let our
people herd sheep to understand the significance of the teachings that the
land gives to us.
Now the government is breaking the whole belief, destroying our Mother Earth.
Everything that man made, including the paper used to make money comes from
her, now they've turned it around and using it to work against her. We need
a free country so she can be healed. The minerals that is being taken out of
Mother Earth is her body. The coal is her liver, uranium is her lungs and
heart by which she breathes.
The Creator has told us we MUST look after the land in betweenthe four sacred
mountains, so if they want us Dine people to move off our sacred land they
should SUE THE CREATOR.
There are some very important things coming up in the next few months and
I would ask your support for them. On February 22nd there are hearing of the
Manybeads lawsuit being held in San Francisco. It is important that many
people from the land attend, so gas money and rides are desperately needed to
get the people from here to San Francisco and back. Anyone wishing to help
should contact Louise Benally on sparkles-plenty@juno.com. In San Francisco
there will be demos/benefits held, and the people from the land will need
help with accomodations. Anyone wishing to help in this way should contact
the International Indian Treaty Council on (415) 641 4482, or fax (415) 641
1298.
From March 20th to April 15th there is an Indegenous Peoples Rights
conference being held in Geneva, Switzerland. Funds are again desperately
needed to allow Louise Benally and Arlene Hamilton to attend. I am told that
if some money can be gotten within the next week then tickets can be gotten
for $500 each. Please contact Louise Benally on sparkles-plenty@juno.com if
you want to help. It is important that the people of the land have their
voices heard at both these events.
And now, something completely different. A ViewFromTheHogan Advertising
Special..............
Just before her accident, Roberta had finished yet another rug, so I
offered to try and auction it on the Net for her. I am convinced that the
prices she asks for her rugs are way below what they are actually worth, so
this is a chance to find out what the "market" will bear.The rug is a
striking design in red, black, gray, white, and tan, and measures
approximately 2 feet square. Bear in mind that because of her brokem wrist,
it will be a while till another Roberta Blackgoat rug is available, and also
bear in mind that over 75 years of weaving expereince has gone into this rug.
A photo of the rug is shown at the end of this message. Any serious offers
should be made to this email address, and highest bid gets it.
Visitors are now starting to leave the land and head back out into
Babble-On. My advice to all of you who were here, and to those who have not
come yet, is to come back to the land when things are quiter.... your
presence will be useful, and you can take the sheep out for a few days and
get to know and feel the land as it normally is.
There is a little snow falling right now, but so far we are still way
below the levels of precipitation needed. Lambing is peaking. yesterday 3
sets of twins were born to the flock. Soon we will need help with preparing
the cornfields and gardens, and then shearing time is upon us. Good reliable
help is always needed.
Once again, many thanks to all of you, especially all the readers of VFH
that I have recently met here.
For all my relations
BoPeep. (reachable via Unclejake74@hotmail.com)
P.S. I have heard that some people have emailed me and I haven't received the
messages, also, through my own stupidity I sometimes "lose" email addresses
before I get chance to reply, so if you have written me more than 2 weeks ago
and not yet received a reply, please resend.
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