Thursday, January 20, 2011

Journal for Zitkala

Francesca Cricchio
Journal for Zitkala
English 48B
January 17th, 2011





“Then I lost my spirit. Since the day I was taken from my mother I had suffered extreme indignities. People had stared at me. I had been tossed about in air like a wooden puppet. And now my long hair was shingled like a coward’s! In my anguish I moaned for my mother, but no one came to comfort me. Not a soul reasoned quietly with me, as my own mother used to do; for now I was only one of many little animals driven by a herder.” (1116)

“In her writings as well as her work as an Indian rights activist, Gertrude Simmons Bonnin, or Zitkala-Sa (Red Bird), is a vital link between the oral culture of tribal America in conflict with its colonizers and the literate culture of contemporary American Indians.” “Gertrude Bonnin”, Cengage Learning.

Zitkala’s attempt to “learn the white man’s way” (1105) begins at age eight. A year before she began to question the pale-faces when her mother mentioned them as the cause for the loss of Zitkala’s only sister and praised uncle. When two white missionaries enter her village to try and get young Native American children to attend school in the East, Zitkala is persistent with attending, even though her mother disagrees. Her mother adamantly decides to let Zitkala attend, and her journey into mainstream white society begins. Her life away at school abruptly starts off with a forceful cutting of her long hair. Zitkala writes, “I cried aloud, shaking my head all the while until I felt the cold blades of the scissors against my neck, and heard them gnaw off one of my thick braids.” (1116) This is the start of her indignities, and as her narration continues we begin to see even more forceful assimilation. Zitkala continues to attend school, and quickly becomes used to the “iron routine” of bells ringing and roll-taking. The room she sleeps in is now white and harsh on the eyes, and the touch of a pale-face makes her tremble. As Zitkala grows older, she becomes more and more interested in the rights of Native Americans, and by the end of her life she becomes a spokesperson for Native American and woman rights. The harsh change she faces is told through her narrations and autobiography.


Zitkala’s life is an example of the domination of the white man in society. Through her literature, it is constantly stated how the white man has forced Native Americans in to assimilation. In “Impressions of an Indian Childhood”, Zitkala writes about how she becomes so tempted to travel East because of the “big red apples” (1111). “Yes, little girl, the nice red apples are for those who pick them...”(1112) writes Zitkala. At only the age of eight, she becomes so excited with the notion of having as many red apples as one wants! I mean, who wouldn’t love the idea of that? But, something in the way it is written makes me believe that maybe “those who pick them” are the mainstream white society, because as Zitkala’s narration continues we discover that she never gets to the land of big, red apples. Instead, she arrives at a large fluorescent building, where children sit at the sound of a bell and answer “here” with the mention of their name being read off of a role sheet. I also find it very interesting, and sneaky in the way the “pale-faces” take over. Zitkala writes that her mother says, “The palefaces, who owe us a large debt got stolen lands, have begun to pay a tardy justice in offering some education to our children.” (1113) To me, this is ironic because first the White steal the land of Native Americans, and then “make up for it” by offering education to Native American children. But this “education” entails destroying Native American culture by teaching young Native American children the english language instead of their native tongue. It involves cutting off children’s long hair that is considered “sacred”. So really, the “palefaces” do not “pay justice”, but actually take away even more than they took away before.

Journal for Winnemucca


Francesca Cricchio
Journal for Winnemucca
English 48
January 18th, 2011

“I can imagine his feelings, for I have drank deeply from the same cup. When I think of my past life, and the bitter trials I have endured, I can scarcely believe I live, and yet I do; and, with the help of Him who notes the sparrow’s fall, I mean to fight for my down-trodden race while life lasts.” (503)

“Following the oral tradition of her people, she reaches out to readers with a deeply personal appeal for understanding, recording a portion of the history of the far west from the Native American perspective.” Biography of Sarah Winnemucca published on the Nevada Women’s History site.

Sarah Winnemucca has a unique way of writing about the history of Native Americans not only through her perspective, but through the perspective of a large community of Piute individuals. At the beginning of her story, Life Among the Piutes, Sarah talks about the history of the Piute’s and how they are spread out across Nevada. Her grandfather is the head of their tribe, and he believes that the White man is their friend. He goes on to tell the story of the four children. Two children were dark skinned, while the other two were light skinned. They got along for a while, but then began to argue, and their parents had no choice but to “separate” the children across seas. Sarah’s grandfather believed that one day the white brother and sister would return, and peace would be restored between the two. So when the day came where the White men showed up, Sarah’s grandfather is surprised when he finds that the White men want nothing to do with the Native Americans. As Sarah’s story continues we discover that a great fear develops within the Native Americans, and they decide to flee to the mountains to avoid the Whites “eating them. Their food supply is burned when the Whites reach their camp, and the distance grows even stronger between the two races. Sarah finishes her writing by comparing the the government in Native American society and White society.

The very first quote that I listed is directly from Life Among the Piutes. Sarah is talking about the feeling her grandfather first experienced when he went to kindly greet the White men, and was surprised when they acted adamant and unfriendly to him. Sarah then goes on to say, “I mean to fight for my down-trodden race” which means that no matter what she will do whatever it takes to protect her fellow Native Americans.

I find it very interesting how Sarah writes her stories, because you can tell that she is not writing them for the sake of herself. For instance, in the book she talks about the Native American gatherings, where they all meet around a circle and talk about issues going on within the tribe. Both men and women are equal and treated with the utmost respect. Anybody can talk if they have an opinion, and they will be heard equally. An entire chapter is dedicated to explaining the life and culture of Native Americans, and it is through this chapter that I have learned how much of an important spokesperson she is. She is more than able to “reach out to readers with a deeply personal appeal for understanding” by revealing everything there is to know about Native American culture. Her honest words give us insight to a world that we judged too quickly.