"We all came to the powwow for different reasons. The messy, dangling threads of our lives got pulled into a braid--tied to the back of everything we'd been doing all along to get us here. There will be death and playing dead, there will be screams and unbearable silences, forever-silences, and a kind of time-travel, at the moment the gunshots start, when we look around and see...
"We all came to the powwow for different reasons. The messy, dangling threads of our lives got pulled into a braid--tied to the back of everything we'd been doing all along to get us here. There will be death and playing dead, there will be screams and unbearable silences, forever-silences, and a kind of time-travel, at the moment the gunshots start, when we look around and see ourselves as we are, in our regalia, and something in our blood will recoil then boil hot enough to burn through time and place and memory. We'll go back to where we came from, when we were people running from bullets at the end of that old world. The tragedy of it all will be unspeakable, that we've been fighting for decades to be recognized as a present-tense people, modern and relevant, only to die in the grass wearing feathers."
Jacquie Red Feather is newly sober and trying to make it back to the family she left behind in shame in Oakland. Dene Oxendene is pulling his life together after his uncle's death and has come to work the powwow and to honor his uncle's memory. Edwin Black has come to find his true father. Thomas Frank has come to drum the Grand Entry. Opal Viola Victoria Bear Shield has come to watch her nephew Orvil Red Feather; Orvil has taught himself Indian dance through YouTube videos, and he has come to the Big Oakland Powwow to dance in public for the very first time. Tony Loneman is a young Native American boy whose future seems destined to be as bleak as his past, and he has come to the Powwow with darker intentions--intentions that will destroy the lives of everyone in his path.
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We are the memories we don’t remember, which live in us, which we feel, which make us sing and dance
and pray the way we do, feelings from memories that flare and bloom unexpectedly in our lives like blood through a blanket from a wound made by a bullet fired by a man shooting us in the back for our hair, for our heads, for a bounty, or just to get rid of us. (查看原文)
Urban Indians feel at home walking in the shadow of a downtown building. We came to know the downtown
Oakland skyline better than we did any sacred mountain range, the redwoods in the Oakland hills better than any other deep wild forest. We know the sound of the freeway better than we do rivers, the howl of distant trains better than wolf howls, we know the smell of gas and freshly wet concrete and burned rubber better than we do the smell of cedar or sage or even fry bread—which isn’t traditional, like reservations aren’t traditional, but nothing is original, everything comes from something that came before, which was once nothing. Everything is new and doomed. We ride buses, trains, and cars across, over, and under concrete plains. Being Indian has never been about returning to the land.... (查看原文)
So poetically hopeless and depressing. "Being Indigenous has never been about returning to the land. The land is everywhere and nowhere." Wherever you are, there is Indigenous country. All of it. Turt...So poetically hopeless and depressing. "Being Indigenous has never been about returning to the land. The land is everywhere and nowhere." Wherever you are, there is Indigenous country. All of it. Turtle Island. (展开)
Someone like me who grew up outside North America, I knew very little about First Nations' history. I learnt more after I came to Canada. I learnt the past on a larger scale when I was at school in China, we learnt about the European maritime navigation era...
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0 有用 太阳小鸟花和我 2021-01-23 11:19:41
2021 #1
0 有用 柯六一 2023-07-03 11:30:11 加拿大
我其实有点不太能get到....
2 有用 Alethia 2020-03-16 06:35:44
So poetically hopeless and depressing. "Being Indigenous has never been about returning to the land. The land is everywhere and nowhere." Wherever you are, there is Indigenous country. All of it. Turt... So poetically hopeless and depressing. "Being Indigenous has never been about returning to the land. The land is everywhere and nowhere." Wherever you are, there is Indigenous country. All of it. Turtle Island. (展开)
0 有用 M. 2024-08-25 23:24:16 美国
不是最后15%的话，我可能真的会在两颗星和三颗星里痛苦纠结挣扎…这个设计和立意都没问题，但作者真的未免眼高手低，写这么长之前好好琢磨一下写作技巧吧😑
1 有用 ZZ 2018-09-19 02:03:30
感觉像诗歌一样，每个人的生活展开的时候，都是偶然和必然。