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Hopi Reservation in nowhere land |
We drove up to a lonesome trailer and I dared to get out and knock on its door. A young man answered, very non-chalant, not surprised to see my black face or anything. I asked if he could point me to where I could get a Katsina doll. Imagine that. I am embarrassed to say, that was all I could ask for. He told me that there was a Katsina doll maker that lived higher up in the hills behind him, that he makes them also, but he did not have one painted to sell. This was on a Sunday and the commissary was closed as well.
I got his directions to the Katsina doll maker's house, but also asked if I could see what he had. Going inside his trailer was an eye-opener. There were the openings and wrappings and stuff of American life all over the place, haphazardly arranged as if the place for it to be was where it was opened last. In the corner was his work area. He picked up a Katsina doll that had both a male and female coming together as one, with lightning bolts extending from each head. It was not painted. I asked if I could buy it from him, just as it was and he sold it to me for $25.00. I thanked him and tried to have an American conversation with him, but I was doing most of the talking. The Native American instinct in my own blood recognized that there was no need to engage in a long conversation of words, so I shut up. He understood and I understood.
I finally left, returning to my family and we went looking for the other Katsina doll maker's home. The wife turned out to be a school teacher and the husband made the dolls. There were dolls lined against their small apartment walls, everywhere, I remember, beautifully painted, but priced way out of my purse. Seemingly these were donned just for the souvenir seekers, like me.
I am grateful that the young Hopi man shared his true goods with me. I hold onto that doll and pray that the young man and countless other youth who are on dusty reservations like his, living quiet but desparate lives, out of the way of civilization, will be revived and re-counted as part of this country in a real way.
Today's resource is a website that offers a real glimpse into the Hopi culture at http://www.nau.edu/~hcpo-p/ . Visit the Youth and Teachers portal that offers pages on Agriculture, Arts and Crafts, Hopi Villages/Clans, Traditional Knowledge, Mining and Snowbowl and Running. A good share with students.
Until Next Time,
Jennifer Herring, PhD