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It’s a Psychic Fair Every Day ..
April / May 1992

Meltem Yakula Kurtman

“What says my fortune today?”
“Oh, I had the most interesting dream last night. Where is that dream dictionary?”
“My ears are ringing, someone must be talking about me”
These are probably the most popular topics of casual conversation between family members and close friends in a Turkish household.

While in North America people are only now beginning to accept the inexplicable, out-of-the-ordinary occurences, generally classified as ‘psychic phenomena’; Psychic phenomena is an everyday occurence that Turks have been living with for centuries.

The most popular form of psychic reading is the Turkish coffee cup.  This very entertaining ritual is done several times a day, perhaps every time they have a cup of coffee.

Turkish coffee is brewed and served in a very unique way. It is prepared in a small saucepan-like pot where the coffee, water and maybe sugar is boiled over a hot plate. The coffee is ready to be served when a froth forms on the top and rises. In this way, the coffee grinds are part of the liquid which later settles at the bottom of the serving cup. It is the coffee residue which forms shapes in the cup and is read either for fun or for very serious consideration, depending on who is reading and who is listening.

The coffee is read somewhat like the European tea leaves, but the cup must be turned upside-down and allowed to drain and dry. Every Turkish home has at least one resident psychic, sometimes the whole family is learned in the ways of coffee cup readings. In that case one must politely inquire who is the best reader before having one’s cup read.

As far as their beloved Turkish coffee and its psychic readings go, the Turkish people are very accepting. The skeptics are non-existent in this department. There is a very popular Turkish proverb that says “Do not believe in fa’l (fortune telling), but do not do without it” meaning to say: take it with a grain of salt .. yes it is very entertaining and people don’t want to do without it, but also practice your free will and create your own fortune or destiny.

Turks love to interpret their dreams almost as much as they love reading their fortune from the coffee cup. They all have at least one well used dream dictionary. In the old days, people often visited the local hoja (wiseman), if they thought that their dream had an important message that needed professional interpretation.

Last night’s dreams are daily discussed at breakfast, for the dreamer may need to understand the message conveyed and possibly use it in the day that awaits him or her.

The prophetic type of dreams are the ones people enjoy the most. For example if someone dreams that he is fishing in a clean, clear water lake and he happens to be catching a lot of fish .. this is interpreted as a sign for good things to come .. he will certainly be in good spirits!

Whether the prophecy comes from a cup or from the subconscious mind, the Turks love and enjoy speculating on them. In fact one might say its their favourite pass-time

Home Sweet “Turkish” Home
June / July 1992

It sure has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? It sparks images of many pleasurable scenes: A pot simmering on the stove, mouth watering aromas floating from the kitchen all the way down to the hall, mom baking her goodies, grandma knitting a cardigan, kids running in the backyard, and maybe grandpa rocking in his chair on the front porch happily observing the passers-by.

Home, family and hearth: these are probably the most important parts of the Turkish culture. In fact, one might even call it the holy trinity. Faith in God comes first, faith in the family comes right after. The bond that holds the family together is stronger than any other.

Traditionally, father was the provider, but this is fast changing now. Most households need two incomes hence mother west to work; but she has no regrets. She is out teaching, banking, lawyering or doctoring .. but this only makes her more special. Not only is she the source of all love, but she is also a provider. Of course she gets plenty of help with the housework and the children. Grandma is there for her, keeping an eye on the kids, while she is at work and doing most of the house chores and still managing to have a warm supper waiting on the table when the family gets home at night.

Everyone is grateful for the presence of everyone else. There is great love and never-ending respect among the family members. Each allows space for the other to grow and flourish, and they all fit together very much like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. No piece overlaps the other, therefore no toes are stepped on.

Families don’t always live together. Mostly every family has its own household, sometimes the families are separated by cities, sometimes they are separated by an ocean, but the bond that holds them together is always there.

They share their joy and sorrow.  If it’s a happy occasion, they laugh together. “The more the merrier” is definitely applicable here. If there is a problem they solve it together. “Two heads are better than one“, how true ! Is there a financial problem? Well, the family piggy bank requires no co-signers, and the terms of the loan are in favour of the borrower. What better deal can one ask for? Has there been an untimely death? A member left without a spouse, with young ones to care for? he or she will get all the help that’s needed: financial and emotional support, mom’s shoulder to lean on, and oodles of love to carry him/her till the tragedy settles and blows over. Family is always there.

The concept of family is definitely synergic. The whole is many times stronger than its parts singlely added together.

Together the family is strong and vibrates with the energy of timeless love continuing it into eternity.

Portuguese page

My Portuguese School
April / May 1992
by Irene Ribeiro
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Because Canada is a multicultural nation, it was found that more and more people wanted to preserve their cultural background and most of all their language. The Heritage program was designed to respond to the needs of the numerous communities that appealed to this fact.

This program now has classes in more than 36 languages. In the Kitchener-Waterloo area there are a diversity of languages being taught through the Heritage program, one of them is the Portuguese. This program is offered on Saturday mornings at St. Joseph elementary school. We have classes that go from junior kindergarten to grade 6. Our numbers are increasing year after year, parents believe that their children need an education in their ancestral language also. Most of the children do not like the idea of waking up early every Saturday morning and missing their favourite cartoons, but this concept changes as they grow older.

At the Portuguese program, the proper teaching of the language and culture is an aspect that is very stressed. Our staff consist of 15 teachers, volunteers, and a supervisor. These are really dedicated people who give their maximum so the program can run smoothly. This program owes most of its success within the Portuguese community, to Mr. Inacio Mota, who is the Assistant Supervisor and is responsible for its “booming” and rejuvenation.

Portugal Day : The Origin of June 10th
June / July 1992
by Irene Ribeiro
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When celebrating one more Portugal’s Day in this year of 1992, it is appropriate to remember the why of Portugal, Camoes, and the Portuguese Communities’ Day.

During Portuguese Communities’ Day, Camoes is simultaneously a symbol of unity: the unity of the people whose ancestral language is Portuguese.

Camoes, himself a foreign Portuguese, an emigrant, an exile, never forgot his origins and immortalized the deeds of his country – Portugal – through his greatest work Os Lusiadas. Camoes became the symbol of national pride in many different moments of the Portuguese history and this fact has been unchanging throughout the centuries.

With June the 10th, Camoes appears as the patron of one nation, of a people, and the mirror of Portugal, the highest symbol of its citizens, even of the ones that left their country, the emigrants, the foreign Portuguese, the exiled or the children of Portuguese who never forgot their roots. The Portugal, Camoes, and Portuguese Communities’ Day signifies, without a doubt, what is the most profound and noble feeling that touches the heart of the Portuguese, since it honours the ‘land of birth’, the culture that represents us in the world and the nation divided that is the thousands of Portuguese spread throughout the world. Because of this fact, this day is extended to all the Portuguese communities that can be found everyone in the globe. It is within the communities of emigrants, in all five continents, that June 10th is more traditionally rooted as a festivity than in Portugal.

The celebrations are still being held with the same ardour as three decades ago, when the communities were still in embryo.

In Kitchener, this festivity is not only a simple official homage imposed by the calendar, but it reached a projection worthy of recognition with the Portuguese-Canadians.

Portuguese communities dispersed throughout the earth are living and dynamic witnesses of the wisdom of life and adaptation to new lands and new people. Without damaging their participation in the welcoming society, in this case Canada, the Portuguese race also contributes to the betterment and strengthening of an identity that the country has not stopped looking for.

Multiculturalism !!

Multiculturalism
April / May 1992

by Anthony Antoniadis

Firstly, let us examine what the word culture means. For this I quote from Webster’s dictionary which states that culture is:

“the acquired ability of an individual or a people to recognize and appreciate generally accepted esthetic and intellectual excellence; the esthetic and intellectual achievement of civilization; a particular state or stage of civilization, as in the case of certain nation or period; as Chinese culture, etc., anthropology, sociology, the total of human behaviour patterns and technology communicated from generation to generation”.

Multiculturalism therefore means to be acquainted with a number of cultures of different race, nationality or religion than yours; to obtain knowledge of their culture; to respect their customs and, in many cases, to borrow and follow the good aspects (because, as in everything else in life, there are positive and negative aspects of every culture).

One must accept the fact that humans are all the same, having the same abilities of mind and body, regardless of skin colour and body structure.

Once you embrace multiculturalism by admitting that it is not just your own race, nationality or religion that is best, you will realize that all people have more or less the same principles of goodness and the same vices.

Once you are bold and bright enough to accept the above facts, you will have no difficulty working, associating and fraternizing with all peoples, regardless of cultural background. You will feel pleasure and satisfaction as you realize that your knowledge and scope of life has extended further than your own borders of racial or national culture.

Accepting multiculturalism enables one to live peacefully and happily with all people.

Circassia: The Land . . . The People . . .

Circassia: The Land . . . The People . . .

by Hesham Sabry

Suddenly horsemen weilding swords came charging down the mountain side.  The Russian Tsarist soldiers dismounted, loaded their guns, took aim and fired. Down came the front line of Circassian horses and men, but the charge on the Russian invaders who had been trying to conquer them for the past fifty years did not stop. Once more though greatly outnumbered by the Russian army units, the Cherkess tribesmen, defending their homeland routed the enemy.

One more victory in their futile struggle to halt their giant northern neighbour from subjugating them, a giant who had already conquered every other land surrounding them, so that in the end, they alone remained an island within the great mass that is Russia, an island that was not going to be tolerated under any cicumstances.

Over the past fifty years, the rest of the Caucasus had either succumbed or surrendered to the Russians; the people of the region were tired of fighting a seemingly inexhaustible enemy that kept coming back with larger forces, always better and more heavily armed; and some southern Caucasus states invited the Russians to take them over in order to protect them from other invaders; but as yet the Russians had been unable to spread their rule over those fierce fighters to the north, the Circassians .. who had no cannons, and still fought mostly with daggers and swords! Only towards the end of the war were they using guns.

Since the late eighteenth century, the Russians began occupying the Cherkess northern range, who, unwilling to submit, were forced further and further into their mountainous southern range, where they teemed up with the other remaining tribes to continue their resistance.

By the early ninteenth century the Russians were so frustrated by their failures that they took to systematically wasting the land, burning villages and crops, driving herds and massacring any women and children who happened to be in the way; to the extent that even the Tsar sent his objection to his generals over such savagery.

Circassia, the land of the Cherkess, is an area that before its Russian annexation, just over a century ago, had extended from the Caucasus mountains, across the plains and over the Kuban river to the north, neighbouring the Crimean Tartars. To the west lay the Black Sea, to the east the Chechens, who also continued to resist the Russians.

By the late 1830’s the Russians scored several major victories on the Chechen and believed that that was the end of the resistance of all the mountain peoples. The Russian general, Velyaminov, sent assurances to the Tsar Nicholas I that all was under control and that the Caucasus was at last under Russian rule. Little did he know that it was to be another thirty years before his words could be truly accomplished.

The Chechens took up arms under a new leader, the Imam Shamyl, who was even more determined than his fallen predecessor to stop the Russians; and along with the Circassians, continued to defy and defeat the forces sent against them, and to suffer heavy losses that no small population could endure for very long; and yet the Chechen resistance under Shamyl lasted till 1859.

The Circassians, though having lost a valuable ally in the Chechens, continued to struggle on for five more years, till their final capitulation in 1864.

Many Chechen and Circassians preferred to die than to surrender, remaining in their blazing houses with their families to die; they died as they lived, refusing to submit to foreign dominion.

That same year 1864, saw a massive exodus of over half a million Circassians who refused to remain under Russian rule and left for Mediterranean countries and the Balkans.

The Russians were determined to wipe Circassia off the map. After half a century of enduring such losses, just to conquer those peoples, and a land that they had completely surrounded, now took it out on those who remained.  Many were relocated in areas within Russia – much as had been done to the Crimean Tatars because they too had put up a prolonged resistance – others were displaced by Russians from the north who took over their lands and fields.

Circassians are presently represented by three enclaves considered to be part of modern Russia, with no political power.

The Chechens, of such a small population and area, and who had so valiantly fought the Russians, are the first region within Russia proper to have declared their independence. They have after all retained their free spirit!

Lately the Tattars (Tartars) of Tattarestan became the second region within Russia proper to declare independence. I wonder, will the Cherkess, the last people to be conquered by Tsarist Russia, ever again be free?

To most, some obscure tiny land so far away, may mean nothing. But for one whose Circassian ancestors were decimated fighting the Russians for decades and whose remaining kin in 1864 emigrated to Egypt, this means a whole lot.

A Word of Lament

A Word of Lament
by Harbour Chan
April / May 1992

I wrote about myself in the Dragon Post of the University of Waterloo.  The message was:
I feel proud of being Chinese, but I also feel ashamed for the same reason

From the May 4 Uprising to the June 4 Massacre, the Chinese people have suffered many natural disasters.

Not long ago, I heard one of the Chinese people proudly saying to his Canadian friend, “China has a long civilization- its architecture and science has contributed to many modern development of nowadays.” What a typical Chinese! He only remembers those successes, but said nothing about those other things. Rather he buries those shameful incidents well under the ground.

Besides, when you look back into the brilliant past age of China, and compare it with the present one, how do you feel about nowadays? China at present is considered a developing country. Is this the fact that makes us feel proud of ourselves? It is time for us, Chinese, to face the reality. Wake Up!

The character of arrogance and haughtiness found in these Chinese people best explains why China is one of the weakest and poorest countries in the world. This is most evident in the Chinese history when the emperors or the politicians ignored their people’s well-being, and sought their own satisfactions.

As Hong Kong will become part of China after 1997, its people are so scared that they try every means to leave.

Those same people had once been overwhelmed by the fact that they were born in Hong Kong, but now …. I think that we should not leave our country when it encounters difficulty, or else how can we strengthen it?

Come On ! Do not let others look down on us as a slump of sand. Let us co-operate and be strong, hand in hand, heart with heart, to construct and prepare for our future. It is in our hands. So please give up the arrogance and haughtiness, and wake up from your dream!

Eid No – Rooz

Eid No – Rooz
by Rana M.
April / May 1992

Spring is the time that life starts all over again, it is the time of blossom, the time to breathe and feel the freshness.

In Iran spring means feast and celebration, and Iranians have been celebrating the first day of spring, March 21st, for thousands of years.

They call it Eid No-Rooz. Eid means feast, No means new, and Rooz is day; so it means “the feast of new day”; in fact, Eid No-Rooz is the national new year, and is the biggest celebration in Iran, in which everybody participates regardless of their religion.

Eid No Rooz is also celebrated in Afghanistan; and very recently, after the Soviet Union fell apart, Tajikestan, one of its former republics, announced No-Rooz as the new year and Farsi as their official language (news from Shahrvand newspaper, January 25th 1992, Toronto).

Throughout history, whether in times of power and domination or in times of being under attack, Iranians have kept their culture and traditions, and never forgot one thing: that they were Iranians.

1400 years ago, the Arabs brought Islam to Iran, the majority of Iranians accepted to be Muslim, but some preferred to say with their old religion which is Zartoshtian (Zoroastrians), who believed in “good thought, good word and good act”. Their prophet Zartosht (Zoroaster), was born in 700 B.C. Over the centuries Muslims and Zardoshtians lived in Iran along with people from other religions such as Jews, Christians, and recently Bahaiians.

A few weeks before Spring, all Iranians start preparing for Eid No-Rooz, by cleaning up every single spot of their homes, they call it Khaneh-Tekani, in Farsi ‘khaneh’ means home, and ‘tekani’ is shaking; they clean up their places like they have shaken it up. Of course they do not forget to buy new clothes, especially for the kids!

But the New Year is not just buying new clothes, eating good food and having fun. Philosophically, when they clean up their homes, they also get rid of all the hatred in their hearts, it is a time to try once again, to forget about everything that upset you and aim at a better relationship.

On the night before the last Wednesday of the year they have a feast of fire, they call it Chaharshanbeh Soori, meaning the “festival of Wednesday”; After it gets dark they brighten up bushes in the streets or in their back yards and everybody jumps over it.

The old Iranians loved and respected the fire and always kept it on in their temples, because they believed it was the symbol of brightness and many things could be made by fire.

For the first day of Spring, they set a traditional table which is called Haft Seen, ‘haft’ means seven and ‘seen’ is the letter s. They put seven items that in Farsi start with ‘s’, on the table. These items are: Seer (garlic), Serkeh (vinegar), Sonbol (hyacinth), Sumac, Sabzeh (green-they wet wheat or lentil for a week or two before the new year to germinate), Senjed (fruit of a kind of tree which resembles the mountain-ash), Samanou (a dish with the juice of germinating wheat or malt mixed with flour).

Other things are also put on the table, such as: bread, different kinds of sweets, boiled coloured eggs, candles, coins, apples, gold fish and a holy book.

The traditional food for New Year’s Eve is mixed vegetables with rice and white fish.

During the 12 days of feasting, everybody visits their relatives, friends, neighbours and other acquaintances. The elders are the most important, and so they are visited first, and of course the children receive their New Year gift, which is traditionally brand new crisp money.

On the thirteenth day, the last day of Eid No-Rooz, nobody stays at home, everyone goes for a picnic to the parks or out of town wherever it is green, to have fun and play tricks on each other – somewhat similar to April 1st of North America.

Those who are in love and hope to get married soon, would tie two pieces of grass together, and this is their secret for the year!

Photo Captions:
1- “Haft Seen” Traditional table of ‘Eid No-Rooz’
2- “Haji Fearooz” brings happiness and laughter to the kids, seen here at the Eid No-Rooz celebration of March 7,1992 at King Edward School (709 King Street West in Kitchener) where Iranian Heritage Language is taught on Saturday mornings, and is attended by 42 students from Iran and Afghanistan and 3 non-Farsi speaking adults

My Old Order Mennonite Heritage

The Booklet My Old Order Mennonite Heritage appeared in a sequel in Cross Cultures printed magazine ; by kind permission from the author/publisher, Mary Ann Horst. The National Film Board of Canada has chosen it as their source of information for a film strip depicting Old Order Mennonite Life in Waterloo County. In addition to writing this booklet, which has been a local best seller and has been translated into German, Mary Ann Horst has authored Pennsylvania Dutch Fun, Folklore and Cooking. She also wrote the script for the Child’s colouring book, Amsey and Sarah of Waterloo County.   A long time vendor of Kitchener Farmers’ Market, Mary Ann, in collaboration with photographer James Hertel, published the book: Our Wonderful Kitchener Farmers’ Market. Twenty-two years, and ten printings later, Mary Ann feels it is time to make a few additions to her booklet.  She will endeavour to give some information on some of the changes that have taken place in the last few decades, as well as on the exodus of some of the Waterloo County Mennonites to the Mount Forest area in latest publication, which is a sequel to ‘My Old Order Mennonite Heritage’, is entitled Old Order to Modern Mennonite.

April / May 1992

Introduction:

Frequently in my daily contacts with people, I am asked questions concerning the Old Order Mennonites. It is my hope that this booklet will provide answers to many of the questions which people are asking concerning this denomination of my forebears.

Old Order Mennonite Worship

I grew up in an Old Order Mennonite home where cars and radios and cosmetics were not permitted. As a child I wore the traditional plain button down the back dress and pinafore apron coming well below my knees.

While I have ceased to practise many of the customs and traditions of my Old Order Mennonite forebears, I have never forgotten that my early life had its roots in this cultural setting and I have in my heart a very warm spot for these people.

Sometimes in my conversations with people I am asked the question, “Why did you leave the Old Order church?”

Usually I reply something like this, “Because I wanted more freedom than they allow their members to have”

However, when I give this reply I always feel it is only a partial answer. To give a more complete answer would require the telling of a good part of my life story. For any who may be interested the following pages will provide an opportunity of a glimpse, not only into my own life, but into the general everyday life of the Old Order Mennonite people.

The Old Order Mennonites are among the most conservative of the Mennonite groups. Most of them are farmers, and have no cars and travel by horse and buggy. Their well kept farm homes are a tribute to their  agricultural prowess.

Their church buildings, which they refer to as meeting houses, are of white painted clapboard with no ornamental accessories. Inside the church the walls are white washed, and the only furnishings are plain benches of unvarnished pine wood.

The meeting house which I most frequently attended as a child is a mile outside of the little Ontario village of Floradale. Memories of those two hour Sunday morning services are printed indelibly on my mind.

Behind the long unvarnished pine pulpit sit five or six solemn faced men. These are all ministers or deacons with perhaps one bishop. Like their fellow members the Old Order Mennonite ministers usually are farmers and receive no remuneration for their preaching. They also have no specialized training to equip them for the ministry.

The men are all clean shaven and the older men wear their hair a little longer than most of general society. The young men usually have conventional haircuts but do not follow modern fads in hair styles.

The older men usually wear a suit of dark grey. The coat which has no collar is buttoned up to the neckband and has a few slits up the center back. The young men wear dark colored suits with lapelled collars, navy blue being the most common. The coat may or may not have slits up the center back.

Women sit on one side of the church and men on the other side, with each sex sitting with their approximate age group. The ladies remove their fringed black shawls and coats and hang them in the lobby before entering the main body of the church. On their heads they wear the traditional white prayer cap which is tied under the chin. Their dresses, which are usually of a dark solid color or a small check or floral design, have long full skirts. They wear a cape and apron of the same material.

There is no lobby for the men and they hang their broad-brimmed black hats on the pegs of the wooden bars which hang from the ceiling above the benches.

At their worship services the ordained clergy always greet one another with a kiss. This kiss is not only an expression of brotherly love; it is also practised as an act of obedience to the command given to the early church by the apostle Paul to, “greet one another with a holy kiss”.

The office of minister is considered one of grave responsibility. While the Old Order Mennonites are generally not averse to laughter and practical jokes, the Old Order Mennonite minister never makes an attempt at humor in his sermons. I cannot recall ever having seen even the trace of a smile on the faces of any of the ministers when they were behind the pulpit.

When a new minister is needed any man in the congregation may suggest the names of any men in the brotherhood they feel would be qualified for ministerial duties. A number of Bibles equal to the number of men whose names have been suggested are placed before the men. One of the Bibles contains a slip of paper. Each man draws a Bible and the one drawing the Bible containing the slip of paper becomes the new minister.

Sermons are given in Pennsylvania Dutch, an unwritten German dialect with a mixture of English. The Old Order Mennonite minister uses no notes; The typical minister does not raise his voice a great deal but quietly admonishes the attentive congregation in solemn serious tones.

Recently I attended a Sunday morning worship service at the Old Order Mennonite meeting house on the outskirts of the town of Elmira. This was the first time in more than twenty years. Nothing had changed!

Everything – the church and its furnishings, the order of the service, the people in their traditional attire, the sweet innocence of quaintly garbed toddlers and babes in arms – all were as they had been back in my childhood days.

With the service ended, the ladies went to the lobby where they put on their bonnets and black fringed shawls. Ladies and children waited on the side of the women’s entrance while the men went for the horses. One after another the buggies pulled up alongside of the meeting house. Each driver brought his horse to a halt and waited for the passengers within his family. Those who had a number of children in the family drove a two seated carriage drawn by two horses. One by one the beautiful prancing horses left the church yard. As they drew the buggies carrying the traditionally simply attired Mennonites they made a quaintly charming procession.

Baptismal services are conducted once a year before which candidates attend instruction classes for six successive Sunday afternoons. Usually they are between the ages of seventeen to nineteen.

I recall that as a child the grave solemnity with which these baptismal services were conducted always made a deep impression on me. To my youthful mind there was something appealingly dramatic about these youths making the solemn commitment to be true to their vows until death, regardless of what the cost might be.

Communion services are held twice a year. As in most churches they partake of the bread and wine, using actual wine. They believe the communion service has symbolical meaning only and attach no saving merit to its practice.

Following the partaking of the bread and wine they participate in what they call a foot washing ceremony. Towels and basins are provided and all baptized members participate, washing each others feet. They regard the ceremony as a symbol of brotherly love and humility and a willingness to perform even the lowliest tasks one for another.

The Old Order Mennonites have strong convictions that they are to provide for any needs within the brotherhood and for this reason they accept no governmental family allowance or old age pension cheques.

They have their own form of hospitalization towards which all members pay. Contributions are looked after in such a way that no one knows the amount which another gives.

They carry no insurance policies. If a member loses a barn through a fire, the other members contribute financially and many of them give a day’s work to help to rebuild the barn or house as the case may be.

Smoking, while not condoned, is not taboo for the men of the church. The clergy generally do not smoke and for a woman to smoke would be considered unladylike if not disgraceful.

The occasional glass of liquor is permissible, but in actuality the Old Order Mennonites consume very little alcoholic beverages. Drunkenness is considered a sin and if persisted in will bring excommunication, as will dishonesty in business or any other deviation from their puritanical moral standards.

Instances where measures such as excommunication are considered necessary are extremely rare. When it does occur the erring member is, after a time, taken back into the fellowship, providing he is willing to make public confession before the church and to promise he will make an honest effort to avoid the same error in the future.

While the laity of the church are allowed to have electricity, many of them prefer to get along without it. Electricity is not permitted for the clergy. Telephones are not allowed in the home, but if a member is in business he is permitted to have the phone in his business place. Farmers are allowed to have tractors.

Most musical instruments are prohibited, although some of the young people own harmonicas. Snapshots are forbidden.

Formal education ceases at fourteen at which time both boys and girls stay home on the farm.

In contrast with the Old Order Mennonites, there are numerous Mennonite denominations whose members visit the beauty parlors and follow current fashion trends in attire. Many of the members of these more modern groups enter professions such as teaching, social work and medicine. In between the polarities of the most conservative and the most progressive, there are varying degrees of practice. In actuality, only a small percentage of the total number of Mennonites wear the traditional attire and a still smaller number travel by horse and buggy.

Within the various Mennonite sects of Ontario, there are a total of about 19,000 baptized members. All of these trace their origin to the Anabaptist movement of the sixteenth century. The anabaptist movement originated in Switzerland and quickly spread to Holland and Germany. They were given the name Anabaptist because of their conviction that infant baptism was not scriptural. They believed that scriptural baptism was an outward symbol of inner faith and they rebaptized any adults who wished to become part of their group.

They believed that the Christian could under no circumstances participate in war. Neither did they believe a Christian should participate in civil government. They insisted that the true church consisted of believers who voluntarily choose to separate themselves from the world and that separation of church and state would be a natural consequence.

One of the early organizers of the Anabaptist movement was Menno Simons. Menno Simons was a former Roman Catholic priest, and it was from his name that the name Mennonite was derived.

The early Anabaptists’ disagreement with the Roman Catholic and the Protestant churches of that day brought them unpopularity and severe persecution. Cruel tortures were employed in the attempt to cause them to give up their faith. Felix Manz, one of the early Swiss leaders, was drowned, becoming one of the first of many who chose to die rather than to renounce his faith. Many Anabaptists were imprisoned and many were burned at the stake.

In the seventeenth century, the Quaker, William Penn, gave an invitation to any of the Anabaptists who so wished to come to America. In payment of a debt owed to his father, Penn obtained a charter to Pennsylvania from the British king. Britain promised that in America the Anabaptists would be given exemption from military service and freedom to worship as they wished. The result of the offer was that many Dutch and Swiss Mennonites came to America and settled in Pennsylvania in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries.

After the American revolution some of the Pennsylvania Mennonites travelled the long journey from Pennsylvania to Ontario in horse drawn conestoga wagons. Some of them stayed near the Canadian border but most of them came to what is now known as Waterloo County. They were the first white settlers in this part of the province.

Among the early settlers from Pennsylvania was a young man by the name of Abraham Weber. This Abraham Weber was my great great grandfather on my father’s side of the family. History records that young Abraham, after making the long journey from Pennsylvania to Waterloo County, camped back of what is now the Goodrich Tire Plant in Kitchener. He was soon on friendly terms with the ‘Indians’, and they spent time around his camp-fire.

At this same spot Abraham cleared the land and built a log house. Several years after building his house he married a young lady by the name of Elizabeth Cressman.

The particular wagon in which young Abraham made the trek from Pennsylvania to Waterloo County is on display in the museum of Kitchener’s Doon Pioneer Village. Every time I visit the village I stop and look at this wagon.

Always I feel within me an admiration for those men and women who chose to travel the long and oft times wearisome journey to come to Waterloo County and there carve out a new life in what was then forest wilderness.

Like their Mennonite brethren in Pennsylvania, the Mennonites in Ontario excelled in farming. As in Pennsylvania, so in Ontario, the fields flourished under their care, and to-day their well kept farm homes are a pleasant picture of peaceful rural tranquility.

Sunday Visiting & Recreation

The Old Order Mennonite custom of Sunday visiting provides welcome occasions for friendly fellowship with relatives and acquaintances. The Old Order people do not necessarily wait for an invitation but will go to any friend’s or relative’s house for Sunday dinner or supper any time they may wish to do so.

The Mennonite housewife is never certain just how many people she will have seated at her table for Sunday dinner, but she is always prepared for the possibility of company and each guest is greeted with a genuinely warm welcome.

A typical Sunday dinner consists of meat and potatoes, possibly a cabbage or bean salad, some kind of pickle and a vegetable. For dessert there will be some home preserved fruit, usually two kinds, such as strawberries and peaches, followed by cookies and cake. Nearly always the meal is ended with pie.

Before they begin to eat all bow their heads for a moment of silent, never audible grace. Food is placed in bowls on the table and each person helps himself to the various dishes as they are passed around. Sunday dinners provide an opportunity not only to, in their own words, “eat themselves full” but also for friendly informal visiting in the Pennsylvania Dutch dialect, with the well laden kitchen table providing a deliciously pleasant setting.

After the meal is finished and dishes washed and put away, the afternoon is spent in sitting and visiting. Sometimes the men will gather together in the living room and the ladies will visit with their sex in the roomy kitchen. At other times both sexes will assemble together to chat in the kitchen or living room.

Most Old Order Mennonite homes have no chesterfield suites. In the living room there are usually a number of hard, straight backed chairs and perhaps one or two old fashioned rockers and arm chairs which have been cushioned and back padded to make them more comfortable.

Frequently a rocker or an armchair are a permanent part of the kitchen furniture. Most kitchens have a couch at one end.  Windows usually have only blinds and no curtains, and very often the sills are adorned with a colourful profusion of growing plants.

While the Old Order Mennonites have very few possessions which are strictly for ornamental purposes, many of them take pride in beautiful flowers and plants, indoors and in outdoor flower beds.

Creating gaily colourful quilts and mats are pleasant activities for the ladies. Very often the female Sunday afternoon visitors are taken upstairs to see the quilts and mats which are the products of many hours of labour.

Because the Old Order Mennonite people know just about everybody within their denomination, it is natural that on a Sunday afternoon visit, conversation centres around such matters as the Martin’s new baby girl, Nancy Gingrich’s rheumatism condition … And, being human, they are not averse to a little gossip, such as: Matilda Bauman is something of a gadabout and goes to town two or three times every week, even though she has plenty of work at home and her mending basket is always overflowing, and she extravagantly buys those boxed cake mixes instead of thriftily mixing her own from scratch.. (these are typical Mennonite Christian and surnames but do not refer to any particular individuals).

I recall that as a child I, like most children, always welcomed the opportunity to go visiting with my parents. I remember one particular Sunday when it was my pleasure to travel, seated between my mother and father in the one seated horse and buggy, the eight miles to the North Woolwich Meeting House. After the church service we went to Elias Gingrichs for Sunday dinner. The Gingrichs had a daughter, Veronica, who was about my age.

That Sunday afternoon Veronica and I had a pleasant time in Veronica’s back yard playing with Veronica’s family of dolls.  “Let’s pretend,” Veronica said to me as she gently cradled a home made rag doll, “that we are stylish people with collars and belts and buckles on our dresses”.

I am quite sure that to this day Veronica has never owned a dress with a collar or a belt or buckle. She is married to an Old Order farmer and I am quite sure she is perfectly content with the simple traditional Mennonite attire minus the superfluous trims as belts and buckles.

While most of Ontario’s Old Order Mennonites do very little travelling outside of their own community, many of them at least once in a life time pay a visit to the Old Order Mennonite community in Pennsylvania. My father and Angus Bowman, another Old Order youth, took this journey by train with the practised custom, they were warmly received by their Pennsylvania brethren, who gladly took time out of their busy work day schedules to escort them by horse and buggy to visit many of the Old Order homes.

My father never tired of fondly reminiscing about those six weeks. When his friend, Angus Bowman, who later became a deacon in the church, would visit our home, the conversation would frequently turn to this happy highlight of their youth.

During the week the Old Order Mennonite people take very little time off for recreation. Usually they rise between five and six in the morning and work till eight or nine in the evening. However, the Old Order Mennonite farmer frequently manages to combine business with pleasure. When he has business in town he will very often meet one of his Mennonite farmer friends and is likely to take time to chat awhile on any news of current interest. Going to Kitchener or Waterloo stockyards, where he may buy and sell livestock, may also be a time for an occasion to visit with his Pennsylvania Dutch farm friends.

For the ladies, quilting bees are not only occasions to produce gaily attractive bed covers;  they are also a welcome opportunity for friendly informal visiting.  My mother, who at the time of this writing is eighty-two years old, is at her happiest when she can join a group of Pennsylvania Dutch ladies around a quilt in her own parlor or in that of one of her friends.  For these practical minded Mennonite ladies, quiltings are a counterpart of what afternoon bridge is to others.

Some of the quilts will be put to practical use as a bed cover soon after completion.  Others may be put in the hope chest of a hopeful teen age daughter.  Still others are made for the purpose of being given to those who lack an adequate supply of material goods.  This may be someone within their own community or it may be someone overseas.

Frequently I hear people say that quilting is a craft which seems to be gradually dying out.  Not so with the Old Order Mennonites.  With the younger as well as with the older ladies, quilting bees are still a treasured practical and sociable hobby.

Childhood Joys and Trails

Like most children of Old Order Mennonite parentage the first years of my life were spent on a farm home.  However, when I was almost five years old, my parents left the farm and moved to the little village of Floradale.  For me those years in the little village were happy years.

Most every day I played with my little next door friend, Elmeta, either at her house or mine.  Elmeta’s parents belonged to the more modern Ontario Conference Mennonite church and Elmeta’s dresses were considerably more stylish than mine.  Sometimes I was just a bit envious of her more gaily coloured frocks with collars and belts and buckles.  To me a dress with a collar and a belt and a buckle was  a dress of pretty high style.

The Old Order Mennonite and the Ontario Conference Mennonite churches had been one denomination until the year 1889.  The group which became known as the Ontario Conference Mennonite denomination wished to have evening services and Sunday Schools.  While they upheld the desirability of simplicity in dress and some adherence to specific, traditional Mennonite attire, they were more liberal in their regulations concerning dress.

Their differing viewpoints led to a denominational split.  Since then there have been numerous similar divisions, a result of these being the number of different Mennonite denominations of to-day.

Despite the difference in our apparel, Elmeta and I played happily together, mothering our dolls, keeping house in Elmeta’s play house and exploring the surrounding country-side.

When we were almost six, Elmeta and I began our years of formal education in the two room village school about a quarter of a mile outside of the village.  Some time before we began attending school, my big sister Sarah taught us to read a bit and coached us on our arithmetic until we could count to one hundred.  I recall that on that first day of school were were the only two children in the beginners’ class who could count all the way to one hundred.  Despite my plainly orthodox Mennonite apparel, this accomplishment gave me a pleasant feeling of unholy pride.  Of course, I realize now that this was not due to superior intelligence on our part, but to the hours of coaching Sarah had given us.

Most of the residents of Floradale spoke the Pennsylvania Dutch dialect.  Since most Old Order Mennonites lived on farms, there were not many Old Order people living right in the village.  However, I had quite a number of Old Order Mennonite school mates from the surrounding rural homes.  A number of village residents were Ontario Conference Mennonites and there were also quite a number of Lutherans and Evangelical United Brethren.  The latter have since amalgamated with the United Church of Canada.

Floradale was a friendly little village, where every one not only knew everyone else, but also knew such interesting details such as which housewife was a model housekeeper and which one didn’t much care  whether the mending and the dusting were ever caught up or not.  Also everyone had a pretty good idea which of the married couples  got along reasonable well and which ones frequently fought like cats and dogs.

Little errands like going to the village store to pick up the occasional loaf of bread for my mother and going to the post office to see if there was any mail, were pleasant  incidents of life in a small village where the grocery and the postal clerks were familiar friends.

Some Sundays I went with my parents to worship services at the North Woolwich Old Order Mennonite Meeting House about a mile outside of the village.  Since the Old Order Mennonites held services in one particular meeting house only on alternate Sundays, attendance at worship service is not always an every Sunday occasion.

When I was almost eight my father made a decision that was going to mean quite a change for his family and would bring to an end our life in the little village. The decision he made somewhat alarmed many of his Old Order Mennonite relatives and friends.

He decided that he would buy a farm eight miles north of Floradale in a non-Mennonite English speaking community near the village of Alma. Eight miles by horse and buggy was considered quite a long journey and didn’t my father realize, some of his Old Order Mennonite acquaintances wondered, that the influence of the non-Mennonite English speaking community might cause his children to leave the customs and traditions of Old Order Mennonite life? But my father wanted a farm. He had suffered some ill luck and financial loss during the depression of the thirties and the land up Alma way was productive and it was cheap. Despite the well meaning warnings, my father took us to his farm in this English speaking community. To many of his Old Order friends I am sure it seemed as though he was taking us to the other end of the world.

I felt a little timid the first morning my father drove my brother Eli and me via horse and buggy to the little red one room school house. I remember feeling a little self-conscious, aware that I was the only little girl wearing a dress that came well below my knees with a matching pinafore apron. However, the new teacher and the little United and Presbyterian children, who were mostly of Scottish and Irish descent, were kind and friendly and I was soon happy in my new setting; though for the first few months that we lived on the farm I sometimes grew rather lonely for my former village friends. Here there was no next door Elmeta; and our closest neighbours were older people with no young children. Farm life, however, had its advantages. Playing hide and seek in the barn with my brothers Noah and Eli and jumping in the straw and hay were lots of fun. And one day, for fifty cents, Eli bought a wee brown and white floppy eared collie puppy. We loved him dearly and though he was a male pup we decided to name him Trixie.

Despite their sombre dress and the fact that they frequently appear somewhat shy when in public, the Old Order Mennonite children love fun and gaiety as much as their more fancily attired contemporaries. My brother Eli and I were no exception to this. Our childhood experience which I fondly and amusedly remember took place when I was about ten and Eli was about twelve.

One bright warm Saturday May morning Eli and I decided we would like to go fishing. We got my father’s permission to travel by horse and buggy to the picturesque winding creek three miles up the road. Eli hitched the horse to the buggy and we felt quite proud and grown-up as we drive off. When we reached our destination we discovered a delightful surprise. Trixie had travelled along with us! Unknown to us he had trotted along all the way keeping himself hidden under the buggy. (It was one of the sore trials of Trixie’s life that he could not usually accompany us when we left home, but this time he had outsmarted us all !) We were delighted to have his company and we patted him, fussed over him, and told him what a nice dog he was. The three of us had a most enjoyable morning. We felt very proud to have such a smart, if not thoroughly obedient, dog.

There was only one thing that bothered me about Trixie. It seemed that most grown-ups assumed without question that no dogs would ever go to heaven. I never discussed the matter with any adults, but at times I hopefully wondered whether they might not be wrong.

Besides Trixie we usually had four or five cats and every now and then one would produce a litter of kittens. Eli and I were always delighted when it became apparent that one of the female cats was in the family way. After the kittens were born we always enjoyed watching the rather ugly little furry creatures gradually develop into adorable playful bundles of fluff.

Whenever there was a new baby calf the happy task of feeding the new addition always fell to us.

My parents never told us a word about the facts of life, but we were not as completely uneducated in this area as might have been expected. I suspect this applies to most Old Order Mennonite farm children. Birth, whether it was the arrival of a new kitten or a new baby brother, is joyfully accepted as a natural and happy event.

Quite frequently in my conversations with people I have heard the remark, “Mennonite children always seem to be so good“.

While I would not argue with the fact that severe disciplinary problems are quite rare (but hardly nonexistent) I am also aware that Mennonite children, like any other children, are not always perfectly well behaved. While they may often appear to be quite timid when out in public, that shy little brown eyed boy and demure bonneted lass may well be capable of being just as impishly mischievous as their Irish O’Shannigan or Mulrooney contemporaries.

It is also a fact that Mennonite boys, like any other boys, love to tease their sisters, especially if they can get a pleasingly temperamental response. My big brother Urias was no exception to this. I remember that on one occasion when he pestered me unmercifully, I became so angry I picked up a block of wood and threw it at him. Perhaps my aim was poor or perhaps he ducked very quickly; anyway, the block of wood missed hitting him. To add to my frustration my mother gave me the hardest spanking I have ever had in my entire life. To make a bad matter even worse, Eli, who really was my dear friend and who I usually loved most devotedly, thought the whole matter hilariously funny. He laughed and laughed until I wanted to throw something at him, too – of course, I didn’t dare.

The Mennonite farm child usually has fewer toys than most of his city contemporaries. A little girl will probably have a few rag dolls and perhaps a low priced store bought doll. A little boy may have a tractor and a few trucks. Both boys and girls may have a few stuffed animals, usually home made.

Though the Mennonite child learns the discipline of hard work at a tender age, laughter and play are also a part of every day life, and he has a balanced routine of toil and fun.

Adolescence and Early Youth

When the Old Order Mennonite girl reaches fourteen or so she replaces her little girl pinafore with a cape and apron. Her skirts become longer and she begins to wear her hair in a bun.

When my sister, Susannah, first switched to adult clothes, her new black satin bonnet was topped with a black bow of identical material. The most conservative of the Old Order do not have this bow. One of my mother’s good hearted but out-spoken and ultra-conservative friends expressed disapproval of this vain frivolity.

“When my Selina gets long dresses,” she told my mother, “she won’t get one of those bows on top of her bonnet”.

Even amongst the Old Order there are degrees of conservatism in dress and adherence to the keeping of the old traditions. With my parents my father was the more conservative of the two. My mother, though she loved the church and her fellow members and was loyal to all the church rules and traditions, was less rigid in her opinion as to what was permissible than was my father. One reason for this difference may have been the fact that my mother’s mother had been Methodist and had turned Mennonite when she married my grandfather. Some influence from this denominational background may have filtered through to my mother.

My father’s parents had been very conservative and had considered the adherence to the old traditions and customs a solemn obligation.

I can still hear my father stating that his mother had frequently admonished her children to follow the example of those who were the most conservative in dress.

Most of the Old Order Mennonite people would find it hard to give a logical theological explanation for many of their customs. They would say that refraining from having cars and telephones and wearing of the traditional dress help them to retain their distinction from the world and to preserve their way of life.

For the Old Order Mennonite girl the teen years are usually happy and somewhat exciting years. She works on her parent’s farm, or, if not need by them will probably be hired out to another Old Order Mennonite farm couple. Though her every day routine might sound like a life of hard work and drudgery, the typical Old Order Mennonite girl is generally quite happy.

On a typical day she will arise around six and then go out to the cow stable to help with the milking. The rest of the day she is busy with such chores as washing, ironing, cleaning, cooking and mending. Some days she may go to the field and hoe turnips or thin out young mangels. All this for room and board and pay which most of to-day’s employees would call peanuts !

The young man’s routine is similar except that his work keeps him busy in the barn and fields.

Nevertheless, life is not all work. On Sunday mornings there is worship service to attend. Sunday afternoons are frequently spent in visiting and entertaining friends while Sunday evenings for the young people are wonderful fun.

Each Sunday evening the young people have a get together in one of the Mennonite homes. If a young mane escorts a young lady to one of these get togethers, it is assumed that the two young people are going together. It is not the custom of the Old Order Mennonite youth to date more than one young lady simultaneously. If per chance the young man’s fancy is attracted by the charms of another lass, he will first terminate his relationship with his previous partner before beginning to date his new interest. Both the young man and the young lady are free to terminate their courtship whenever they wish.

At these Sunday evening get togethers the young people sit about and chat. They sing hymns, usually in English, and faster than their slow Sunday morning worship service tempo. They play ring games, which are a sort of drill game somewhat similar to square dancing. Sometimes someone will entertain the group by playing a harmonica.

Occasionally some of them engage in a bit of square dancing though Sunday evening square dancing does not have the full approval of all the older members. However, many of the older people are inclined to shrug off any criticism of this form of entertainment with an indulgent, “Ach, the young people must have a little bit of fun”.

In the meantime square dancing has never been strictly forbidden and the more dashing Old Order Mennonite youth happily continues to swing his partner and to tap his feet to the lively old barn dance reels.

My friend, Melinda Martin, was a typically happy Old Order Mennonite teen age young lady only a few months my senior. One Sunday afternoon, shortly after her fourteenth birthday, Melinda paid me a visit.

“I love going to church,” Melinda told me enthusiastically, during our afternoon visit. “And I think Sunday evenings are so much fun. I really love to dance”.

Melinda didn’t attend the young peoples’ get togethers very long until one young man began escorting her regularly via buggy and beautiful prancing horse.

Unlike my friend Melinda, I cannot say that I found the prospect of settling down to the everyday life of the Old Order Mennonite girl completely appealing in every way. Perhaps some of the well meaning advice of my father’s Old Order friends and relatives had not been without sound reasoning.

“Aren’t you afraid”, they had said, “that if you take your children to an English speaking community, the influence of the non-Mennonites around them may take them away from the church?”

Also some of the influences within my own family circle were not conductive to making the Old Order Mennonite way of life appear as the only satisfying one. My two oldest brothers Ismael and David and my sister Susannah had joined the Old Order Church. Urias had joined the Waterloo County Markham Mennonite Church, which was slightly more progressive than the Old Order, in that they were allowed to have cars and were a little less rigid in their regulations concerning dress. My sister Sarah was still undecided but was considering becoming a member of the more modern Ontario Conference Mennonite denomination.

A number of years previous to this my sister Selinda had fallen in love with a neighbouring young Presbyterian farm lad. My parents had expressed disapproval when the young man began dating my sister. Because of my parents’ disapproval the young couple stopped seeing one another for some time, but later again resumed their courtship. When they finally married, however, my parents appeared to be quite resigned to the situation. The marriage was a happy but heart-breakingly short one, as about a year and a half after the wedding day Selinda died of complications in childbirth.

In far off Europe World War II was raging. My brother Noah on reaching eighteen had enlisted in the army to my parents’ deep disappointment. While the general public bestowed the highest praise on the young service men of the armed forces, the sight of handsome young Noah in khaki uniform made my mother and father want to weep.

It was probably small wonder that I was not ready to unquestioningly accept the Old Order Mennonite way of life as I was aware that my parents hoped I would. Also at this time I was feeling somewhat sad because I could not go on to high school as my three other class mates from the little red school house had done. I still had not lost my hankering for dresses with collars and belts and buckles.

About this time my mother took me to the store in the village of St.Jacobs and bought me a new black coat, topped with a black Persian Lamb collar. To my father this fur collar was unnecessary worldly adornment. It was with a stern frown that he expressed his disapproval. My mother, always ready to make every effort to keep everyone happy, began to take the collar off, performing this task when I wasn’t around. When she had the collar almost off I came on the scene and I raised quite a fuss.

“The coat will look ridiculous without the collar!” I grumbled in peeved annoyance “And what is wrong with a little collar like that anyway?”

My poor darling mother! She quietly and patiently stitched the collar back on.

The winter when I was a very youthful fourteen and a half I left home to go out working. Unlike my Old Order contemporaries, I did not find employment with an Old Order Mennonite farmer. Instead I went to work and live in the City of Kitchener.

My sister Sarah had been working in the housekeeping department of Kitchener-Waterloo Hospital for about a year. At this time help was scarce and I think the housekeeping supervisor had discovered that Mennonite young ladies were generally reliable and not too much afraid of hard work. So, despite my youthful years, I was hired to join the housekeeping staff of Kitchener-Waterloo Hospital, (then a much smaller institution than now).

Had it not been for the fact that Sarah was already working there I do not think my mother would have allowed me to go to the big city. As it was, it was only after considerable coaxing on my part that she somewhat reluctantly gave her consent. I think that she half suspected that I would leave the Old Order Mennonite way of life and at the same time I think she realized that it was necessary for me to have the freedom to live my own life.

From that time on my association with my Old Order Mennonite friends became less and less. I began attending worship services at the Erb Street Mennonite Church in Waterloo, one of the Ontario Conference Mennonite churches.

Visits to my home for weekends, holidays, and sometimes for periods of several months during the summer, were always times of happy reunions. Nevertheless, the fact that I was gradually abandoning the traditional Old Order attire did cause some uncomfortable moments.

To my father this adoption of a more modern form of attire than the traditional Old Order Mennonite garb was an indication of an inordinate love for the world. Very frequently he would express his disapproval with two German scriptural quotations: “Habt nicht lieb die Welt,” he would admonish us solemnly; and “Stellet euch nicht dieser Welt Gleich”.

Whenever my mother expressed disapproval of a too bright colour or too short skirt (which really was not very frequent) it was in less theological terms.

“Ach,” she would say apprehensively, “what will our relatives think?”

When I was seventeen I was received by baptism into what was then known as the Ontario Conference Mennonite Church, which in 1987 adopted the name Mennonite Conference of Eastern Canada.

The day when I took my baptismal vows stands out vividly in my memory. I remember that it was with a humble awareness of my own shortcomings that I made the vow to be true to Jesus Christ until death. This vow of loyalty till death is made in both the Old Order and the Mennonite Conference of Eastern Canada churches at the time of baptism.

This conference to-day has no regulations concerning dress, although they encourage simple and modest style in clothing. They accept higher education and like nearly all Mennonites are pacifists, placing a strong emphasis on the Christian’s obligation towards his fellow men. They send relief and mission workers to many parts of the world.

I recall that around the time I was baptized I had some feelings of sadness, because I knew that my decision to affiliate with a more modern Mennonite church was a disappointment to my parents, especially my father. However, it was probably easier for me than my older brothers and sisters who had left the Old Order Mennonite denomination. By this time it seemed that my parents had grown somewhat resigned to their children’s departure from the old ways.

Reminiscence

Over twenty years have passed since the day that I made my baptismal vows. Since then my attendance at Old Order Mennonite church services have been limited almost exclusively to the funerals of my aunts and uncles. During those years all of my mother’s brothers and sisters have passed away.

My father’s two sisters and his one brother also passed away during these years. And four years ago we laid our father to rest in the burial plot beside Martin’s Meeting House. In this same cemetery are buried both my grandparents on my mother’s and on my father’s side.

Some people on attending Old Order Mennonite funeral services for the first time are somewhat taken aback. There are no flowers at Old Order Mennonite funeral services, while the deceased is clothed in a white shroud and has not a touch of cosmetics. The black coffin lined with white material is very plain and simple.

Prior to the final church gathering a service is held at the home of the deceased. Only relatives and very close friends attend this house service. After this service in the house, and before the final one in the church, the body is taken by a horse drawn carriage to the church cemetery where a grave side burial service is conducted. With the family standing about the coffin a fitting hymn is sung and prayer is offered. The casket is lowered and a few shovels of sod are dropped on the closed lid of the lowered casket. After the grave side service the final service is conducted in the meeting house.

To some people the Old Order Mennonite funeral services may seem unnecessarily austere, yet from my own observations, it seems to me, that the Old Order Mennonites are often able to accept death with greater serenity than is true for much of general society about them.

At all times, and especially at the time of funerals, there is in the Old Order Mennonite denomination a strong emphasis on the on-going life after death. It seems that this emphasis enables them to accept death as a natural, even welcome, sequel of life.

To me my own father’s funeral was not an entirely sad occasion. In his sermon the minister mentioned the fact that he had frequently visited my father during my father’s final illness, and that on these visits he had sensed that my father was anticipating the life of the eternal hereafter. As I took a last look at my father’s face I felt a sense of sadness, but greater than the sense of sadness, I also felt within me a surge of joyful triumph. With my Old Order friends I could rejoice in the comforting solace that Father had entered into the bliss of the eternal.

I didn’t mind one bit that there was not one flower beside his unadorned black coffin. Everything was plain and simple and in harmony with the old ways and traditions he had known and loved while he lived. To me it all seemed perfectly right and good.

Following the final service, it is the custom for relatives and friends to go to the house of the deceased. A substantial meal is served and a time of visiting follows. This period of visiting and fellowship helps to alleviate, for the family of the deceased, some of the inevitable strain of the preceding days.

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In the meanwhile, while progress and constant change are the order of the day, the quiet, God-fearing Old Order Mennonites are continuing to follow the customs and traditions of their fathers and their father’s fathers before them. Among these plainly attired, quiet living people are some of my dearest friends. Nevertheless, despite my enduring love and respect for them, I have no regrets that I did not stay within the denomination of my forebears. I would, however, be the last to encourage any other young person of an Old Order Mennonite background to make the same decision without first doing some long and careful thinking. I might warn him that for one who has spent his early years within the confines of such as the Old Order Mennonite community, life in the more complex and highly competitive modern society may be somewhat frightening and he may keenly miss the personal close-knit relationships which are still a part of Old Order Mennonite life to-day. I would remind him that along with new advantages and new freedoms there will also be new difficulties.

Despite all the pros and cons which one might mention, there are always those youths of Old Order Mennonite background, for whom the yearning for greater freedom and broader range of interests are such that they virtually must leave in order to find the highest degree of satisfaction and fulfillment in life. Now and then even these persons may sense within them a yearning nostalgia for the more serene simple life of the Old Order farm folks.

But even for the quiet living, God fearing Old Order Mennonites, life is not always perfectly serene and peaceful; like all of humanity they have their problems and difficulties. Ill health and financial reverses also come to them. There are the occasional episodes of family squabbles and in-law bickering.

While they can, on the whole, be described as a good people, they, like all the rest of humanity, have their imperfections. Within their group there sometimes is the occasional black sheep, who, through dishonesty or some other deviation from their high moral standards, brings a black mark on his reputation. The whole spectrum of human virtues and weaknesses can be found within the Old Order community as well as amongst any other group of people.

Nevertheless, for the Old Order Mennonites, life in general is usually quite peaceful. Family life is generally happy and congenial. In a world in which there is much bustling activity and high tension the Old Order Mennonites are a pleasingly restful picture of serene rural tranquility.

One of the greatest joys of my life is to occasionally take time to visit some of my Old Order Mennonite farm friends, to sit and chat with them in the Pennsylvania Dutch dialect around a delightfully well laden kitchen table. Sometimes immediately following the moment of silent grace preceding the meal they will admonish me, “Now, just help yourself and eat yourself full”.

Whether they specifically tell me to do this or not, I know that this is precisely what any one is expected to do at an Old Order Mennonite table and I happily “eat myself full”.

And whenever I have the opportunity I love to watch my Old Order Mennonite friends travel the Waterloo County roads with their buggies and beautiful prancing horses. I watch them and I say to myself, “There is something so beautiful about this. Ach yes, there is something truly beautiful about it”.

May it be a lasting beauty of Waterloo County.

…. much has changed in the world around me since I wrote the preceding chapters of this book. While modern technology has continuously been introducing new labour saving devices, supposedly making our lives simpler and easier, the pace of life for most people has continued to accelerate.

While I am well aware that not everything was better back in the “good old days”, I must admit to sometimes having the uneasy feeling of being surrounded by a world of perpetual change.

At such times it gives me a feeling of quiet reassurance to see the stalwart Old Order farm folk still carrying on the customs and traditions of their forebears. The horse drawn buggy is still their mode of transportation for trips to town to look after business matters and the purchasing of a few groceries. On Sundays one can still see a steady stream of buggies and a few dachwaegles (closed in buggies with roofs) carrying their traditionally garbed passengers to the simple meeting houses which have remained basically unchanged in architectural style for over a hundred years. After church service many of the Old Order folk will, with or without invitation, go to the farm home of relatives or friends for Sunday dinner as has been their custom for generations. Yet, even as I watch the procession of buggies, I, with a touch of sadness, concede that modern innovations have also touched their lives and that gradually changes are creeping into their lifestyle.

Probably the area in which the Old Order Mennonites have changed the most in the last two or three decades is in their farming operation. When I was a child it was customary to give the children of six or seven years the task of milking one cow, usually beginning with the bossy that let her milk down easily and wasn’t a kicker. From one cow they would gradually go on to milking two or three or more cows. To-day, instead of a herd of eight to twelve cows, many Old Order farmers have twenty to thirty cows which are milked by machine and the milk stored in large bulk coolers.

Many Old Order Mennonite farmers no longer keep the heavy work horses needed for pulling heavy loads of hay or grain and for other general farm work. The horse drawn binder and the hay loader of my father’s day have become nearly extinct – even on Old Order Mennonite farms. More and more the Old Order are investing money in more expensive and more sophisticated machinery.

Yet while there is a steady progression of modernization the church in typical Old Order Mennonite fashion is putting some restrictions on the acceptance of modern technology. The stable cleaners and silo loaders and combines that many non-Mennonite farmers have are prohibited for the Old Order Mennonite farmer. The church has also laid down some rules limiting the size of their tractors and other machinery. Hydro, as I have said in the first chapter of this book, is permitted. Yet, they still maintain the rule that the clergy have no electricity. And there are still some of the laity who, if they purchase a farm equipped with electrical power, will have it removed.

 

 

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Baha’i Fast
Grace Guido
April / May 1992
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There are many different calendars used throughout the world today, none corresponding completely with the other.  Baha’is living in countries scattered over the globe make use of a new calendar that was inaugurated by the Bab in 1844, the forerunner of the Baha’i Faith.  The calendar starts with New Year; it is astronomically fixed and begins with the March equinox (usually March 21), which many cultures celebrate as the first day of Spring. There are 19 months, each having nineteen days; community gatherings called Nineteen Day Feasts are held on the first day of each month. The months are named with titles such as: Splendour, Glory, Beauty, Mercy, Light, Will and Dominion.

There are nine Holy Days, on which work is suspended and commemorations or festivities take place. In addition, Baha’is celebrate a period of four days (five in Leap years), known as Ayyam-i-Ha or Intercalary Days, a period of hospitality and sharing, as preparation for the annual fast.

During the month of March each year, for a period of nineteen days, Baha’is are enjoined to observe a fast from food and drink between sunrise and sunset. The fast permits a periodic cleansing of the body which is a healthy practice providing it is not carried to excess. March is a time of year when the fast period, approximately twelve hours per day, is most equivalent all over the world. Baha’is who are sick or old, women who are pregnant or nursing, children and those who are travelling do not need to observe the fast.

Although fasting benefits the body, it is essentially intended as a spiritual discipline. Abstinence makes one appreciate the things he has all the more, and also helps one understand the condition of those who do not have basic needs. Fasting requires a change of habit and assists us to realize how much we are bound by our own ideas and customs; when we experience our capacity to break our traditional way of doing things, we learn that the changes needed in an ever-advancing society are possible. Fasting, which begins as sacrifice, becomes hope.

The Fast ends at sunset on March 20th, the beginning of a new Baha’i year. Baha’is around the world celebrate the breaking of the fast at the festival Naw Ruz or New Day.

It is especially appropriate, to Baha’is who hold that humanity is one single race, that this important Baha’i Holy Day has been designated by the United Nations as: International Day for the Elimination of Racial Discrimination.

The Baha’i Calendar and the Feast
Grace Guido
June / July 1992
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The Baha’i Calendar dates from the declaration of the Bab, the Herald of the Baha’i faith, on March 22/23, in 1844, which marks the beginning of the Baha’i era. The calendar is based on the solar year, beginning on the March Equinox, and is divided into nineteen months, each of nineteen days, with four Intercalary days to make up the year, except in leap years when a fifth Intercalary day is added. Each day begins at sunset at any location on the globe. The months have spiritual attributes with names such as: Splendour, Will, Glory, Light, Mercy, Knowledge, Questions, Speech, Honour, Loftiness ..

The calendar exemplifies the Baha’i belief to “tread the spiritual path with practical feet”. Incorporated within the Baha’i ear are special dates which provide for the four aspects of humanity: the physical and emotional, the spiritual and the social being. For instance, every nineteen days, at the beginning of each Baha’i month, the community gathers to celebrate the Nineteen Day Feast. All Baha’is participate in the same three components in their feasts: spiritual, administrative or consultative, and social nurturing.

Since there is no clergy in the Baha’i faith, the host or hostess (or sometimes a committee) for each feast, chooses the readings. Individuals, young and old, may add prayers relevant to their own spiritual, physical or social concerns that may be read, recited from memory, chanted or sung in a variety of languages. They are taken from writings by the Bab, Baha’u’llah, founder of the faith, and Abdu’l-Baha, his son and sole interpreter.

The community then discusses its business and consults on matters to be presented to its Assembly – an elected Baha’i administrative body. The secretary shares correspondence. Every person is encouraged to contribute to the discussion.

The final part of the Nineteen Day Feast, is a time for informal socializing. The host/ess personally serves the friends food and drink. There is no ritual, so each host/ess may be as creative as he/she wishes. Feasts throughout the world occur on the same days but may be as varied as the cultures in which they take place – customs, music, arts, language, food, location and hospitality. Unity in diversity is emphasized.

There are nine Holy days in each year when Baha’is refrain from work. Two days commemorate the passing of the Bab and Baha’u’llah, while the other seven days are times of celebration and joy, and they are:

* New Year’s day, the first day of each Baha’i year (the feast of Naw Ruz on March 21st), marking the end of the fasting period that takes place between dawn and sundown during the last month in the Baha’i year (nineteen days between March 2 – 21) and is preceded by intercalary days on which social gatherings and visits take place

* The Period of Ridvan which includes the most important dates on the Baha’i calendar: April 21, April 29 and May 2; remembering Baha’u’llah’s Declaration of His Mission in the Garden of Ridvan (Paradise), near Baghdad, in 1863. Similarly, the Bab’s Declaration in Shiraz, Persia, 1844, is celebrated May 23rd

* The Ascension of Baha’u’llah,1892, is commemorated May 29th

* The Martyrdom of the Bab in 1850 is honoured each July 9th

* The birth of the Bab in 1819 and of Baha’u’llah in 1817 are celebrated on October 20th and November 12th respectively

The gatherings for several of these celebrations are held at times during the day that reflect the time of the actual event they commemorate.

There are two other anniversaries in the calendar which are not treated as days when work should be suspended:

The Day of the Covenant, November 26,
and …
The passing of Abdu’l-Baha, November 28th

In recent years many Baha’i communities around the globe also observe: World Religion Day, International Women’s Day, Race Unity Day, International Day of Peace, Universal Children’s Day, United Nation’s Day, and Human Rights Day; and this is because they wish to abolish prejudice and to establish oneness of humanity and world peace.

Unity in Diversity Week : Sharing a Timely Principle
October / November 1992
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Niels Hodsman is a national award winning writer-producer and freelance writer, who has done ground-breaking work in racial equity, family violence and sexual harassment projects. He holds a BA in Philosophy and a second one pending in Psychology.

Unity in Diversity Week is a Canada-wide observance, presently before Federal Parliament in a private member’s bill for official national recognition. The idea derived from the National Spiritual Assembly of the Baha’is of Canada, who felt, it seems, that there is no more timely principle than the one embodied in this well known but less understood phrase.

Unity in Diversity Week falls on the second week of November each year or in 1992, November 8-14th. Going well beyond mere tolerance of others different from ourselves, surpassing the notions of multiculturalism and a pluralistic society as such, Unity in Diversity implies, beyond the passive acceptance of the status quo, an active and conscious embracing of the oneness and wholeness of humanity.

It would be no exaggeration to say that many of today’s controversial and problematic issues, both within Canada and without, are tied directly to what both sides recognize of this principle. In the 1860’s, Baha’u’llah, founder of the Baha’i world community, was imprisoned for offering this principle of the oneness of humanity to the world. He wrote to all the great heads of state and religious leaders of His time, making clear the benefits of carrying out what He called the pivot of His Dispensation, at that time, the world-at-large could not understand and accept the relevance of this principle. Today, however, many leaders and people are becoming convinced that besides working together in some form of unity, while preserving human diversity, we have very few options.

Similarly in the 16th century, when the idea that the earth circled around the sun was introduced, society rejected it outright. However, as the idea was gradually absorbed, it dramatically changed our conception of the world we live in. The oneness of humanity is also proceeding through stages of acceptance, and when humanity rises to embrace and cherish this fundamental principle of unity in diversity, to enact it as an attitude, human relationships between people on this planet will change dramatically for the better.

When a value or way of seeing or doing things is incorporated into one’s way of life, it is said to be part of our culture. In short, culture is what we have and what we do about it. The idea that culture can take on universal values is certainly not foreign to most of us. Its adoption, far from suppressing present cultures, would add a quality of action that reflects and actualizes this universality. For example, my Danish heritage, my love of family reunions every 5 years in Denmark, of songs, traditions, of my family tree and ancestry … none of this contradicts my love for humanity, my identification with the planetary human situation. Conversely, having my own roots complements but does not contradict my loyalty to mankind. In short, there is no ‘them’ in my conception, less worth consideration than any ‘us’ in which I have roots. It is this conception of unity in diversity which will dramatically improve the human condition world wide.

Let us consider the reverse for one moment. Consider the conflicts, bloodshed, indifference to suffering, and general destruction caused by asserting privileges, rights to judge, or neglecting others for reasons of religion, race, nation, culture, sex, class, economic status, or situation. If we were to liken human differences to the various cells in a body, if for example, liver cells, muscle and hair cells attacked each other, or rejected other cells unlike themselves, we would have a sick organism. Now an auto-immune disease is defined as a condition wherein cells within a body attack other cells of its own. Thus, could we not say that the human species on this planet is suffering from an auto-immune disease, because component cell groups are ideationally, (instead of genetically) programmed to neglect or attack so called foreign cells? Could we possibly change this behaviour over time ?

There are also some who might feel the status quo is not so bad, or doesn’t have much need to improve. If you know someone like that paint these two pictures. Imagine 100 years in the future first of all. Our descendants learn that our century spent untold trillions on military arms, and squandered huge efforts for personal profit on trivial products, while allowing billions of people to go undernourished and millions to starve to death, without taking any significant steps to wipe out world hunger once and for all. They might find this to be barbaric – and when seeking a reason they will sooner or later have to accept the fact that somewhere between political leaders and the man in the street, a racial, religious, political or national ‘them’ just didn’t matter to a pre-occupied ‘us’.

The second picture reflects only the present cost of racial discrimination in Canada from a government ministry speech given in 1989 by Gerry Weiner. At that time he listed the toll this way, and this again applies only to racism.

“What does racism cost a society such as ours ? It costs us young people, who turn to the illusory opportunity of drugs and crime, because they cannot see or find other opportunities or expectations for their future.

We pay the cost in alcoholism; in lost productivity; in family violence; in the trivialization of human life, others and our own, born of the endless and ultimately overwhelming frustration of never belonging.

The cost is in increased welfare and social services; in increased health care and mental health care; on the resources that must be spent on law enforcement and incarceration, instead of on universities and libraries.

The cost is in decaying and neglected neighbourhoods; in downtown cores which lose their vitality and dynamism.

But most of all, the cost of racism is in people who no longer talk to each other, or even to begin to work on problems they share in common. It becomes the destruction of trust and respect for one another which in the final analysis, is what binds and holds together a community”

We might ask whether these costs have gone up or down in the last 3 years and several riots later. This aspect of unity in diversity refers to both sides not solely to the perpetrator or the victim.

It appears that with the growth of human interaction and technology, the arrival of a world which embraces all humanity in principle is inevitable over time. Our period was to do with bringing it about, with making it a common heritage of all cultures. It involves drawing on the good hearts of so many, the better thoughts and attitudes. It includes letting youth know about it, demonstrating it in action to those who haven’t thought about it. Unity in Diversity Week is about all these things we can do to educate and demonstrate its importance, and best of all, to have fun doing it !

What Unites and What Divides
Niels Hodsman
February / March 1993
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Unity in Diversity week has come and gone: last November 9-15th. Yet most significant is that the commitment to action went past that week in the Wellington County area – people responded not to time-based programs but to vital issues, irrespective of time.

For example, on the first day of Unity in Diversity week 350,000 German citizens took to the streets to protest race hate in their country. Finding this to be a significant event, we arranged with the German Embassy and several High Schools in the Guelph-Elora-Fergus-Arthur areas to send telegrams to Chancellor Helmut Kohl, congratulating the German people for their confrontation with racism in their country, and giving our support, towards a racism-free world.

For my part, I met with a student group called The Rainbow Coalition, who were to formulate the telegram on behalf of Centre Wellington District Secondary School. Arriving for lunch I met with five young women, all alert and full of intelligent and concerned questions. At one point I remarked to my new friends that there were no young men among them, and I told them not to be concerned by that because most all the improved social changes in this century have been initiated by women.

These same young women committed themselves to a fund-raising campaign for Somalia – later in early December. This is the kind of response we received everywhere, and it was found that when time or work constraints held back a teacher’s ability to act, that a conscientious awareness was often committed elsewhere, in their school schedules. The same willingness was found among members of the business community.

My own efforts and thoughts were rewarded by a deeper insight into the crux of this principle of unity in diversity. It is this: the essential aspects and qualities are common to all. The differences among humanity are secondary and non-essential.

More specifically, we all hurt when mistreated, enjoy friends and kind treatment, starve when not fed; we all need shelter, a social milieu, have a need and a capacity to learn, have spiritual capacities; we all suffer when physical pain or illness visits us; we all benefit from justice and fairness, etc… On the other hand colour of skin, pigment, land boundaries, habitual cultural practices, social class and so forth are secondary and non-essential.

The problems of our world come into play when in the minds of some group a secondary aspect is either the focus or the cause of a conflict or issue. The outcome, as we know, can be devastating, and can be easily exemplified by surveying the world news on any given day. Sometimes the cause is purely prejudice itself, as with Canada’s traditional treatment of Aboriginals, or the South African legacy. In these cases, problems accumulate around the given separative idea. In other cases strong emotions use prejudices as a scapegoat; for example, two years ago in Toronto the ‘increased racial tensions’ were fed in part by low employment; an equity official commenting on the blame of foreigners for ‘taking our jobs’ stated: “it is easy to have racial equity when there’s work for all”. Many signs of ‘increasing racism’ are caused by this scapegoating today. Equally strong are lingering grievance over past and present exploitations.

Lastly, there is sheer selfish brutality and ignorance, which will use any excuse to attain its aims. We see this in Somalia – where the term “warlord” apparently justifies the actions causing death by starvation to unnumbered countrymen, women and children. To the fair minded, “warlord” is just another word for criminal, but the lingering romance of humanity’s most totally destructive practice, is supposed to make it justifiable. Such conditions recall the analogy by Baha’i world community’s exemplary figure Abdu’l Baha who likened ignorance for the mind to the desert’s effect on the body.

It is undeniable that specific causes for the progress and chaos in daily life stem directly from how each one of us views humanity. Hence the principle of unity in diversity makes a vital difference, and its realization or neglect has everything to do with what shows up on our TV screen each night.

Recently, as a result of reading and thinking about these criteria of present progress, it has become clear to me that the most essential commonalities of humankind are the moral-ethical virtues or spiritual-material codes of excellence in our conduct. In fact, the moral and ethical dimension is as much a natural part of the human environment as the sun and oxygen are natural to the vegetative environment of the planet.

I began to rethink older ideas of justice; that aside from cases where cultural significances are too obscure to understand – that justice is our understanding of what is fair in a collective social context. The context may change but the concept is a constancy. For example in North American Native societies, the notion of ownership and property makes not much sense. If I have a chainsaw, and my neighbour wants to use it he does, then maybe a second party might want to use it .., and I look for it a month later and find it in the hands of a third person. This form of sharing, in white society, is called theft, and has been often so judged by us. However, when contexts are clear, we can respect the element of fairness in both systems.

The appearance of justice in the human sphere can be squelched by ignorance, oppression, or blindness to true causes of a situation. As an example of progress, it is a significant sign that 50 years later a people who bought into the policies of Hitler can assemble over a third of a million people to confront fascism in their midst. It exemplifies that what takes place in the moral intellectual environment affects what follows in the collective world.

Finally, how do we reconcile that religion, supposedly the source of human excellence and virtue in the moral-social ethical milieu, is equally culpable in its history for oppression and injustice ? Research shows that all the religious founders exemplified justice and fairness and exhorted us to these and many other spiritual qualities and social virtues. If anyone should directly read their writings and not take hearsay for an answer, they would be astonished by the consummate beauty, spirituality, call to virtue and conduct common to all, and to the loftiness and divine connection of their claims. Their persons first hand don’t seem that different in topic and insight, yet each is claimed exclusive (not by themselves) but by their followers. Evidently selfish motives, limitations, and ignorance obscure this primal luminosity. The true university of human understanding is, I feel, not expressed in dogmatic strictures, but rather in the practice of the virtues and qualities these founders showed us.

We need only ask what would have happened if any of the religions of our past peoples had concentrated on practice of virtues and refrained from attempting to dictate the meaning of things beyond the limited court of human judgement. In short, to have believed in a Divine Teacher, then to have pronounced on things divine, while neglecting to act virtuously toward all, is the principle area of failure to reach universality in religious history. Conversely, restraint from dogmatic pronouncement, and channelling one’s faith through the practice of virtuous actions taught by the founders, has been and will continue to be the greatest source of spiritual authenticity, social well-being and intellectual balance.

As a Baha’i commemorating the 100th anniversary of the passing of Baha’u’llah, whom I believe to be the latest of humanity’s God-sent teachers, and who has made it absolutely clear that today the covenant of God with humanity is to be expressed through an unity of all humanity, destined to emerge by the common will of all peoples … I can only pray that faith in our modern world will be expressed of genuine magnanimity of spirit. For, how in a world where the physical sciences exhibit a unity beyond human tampering, can we believe that spiritual reality, more primary than the physical, can condone divisions and conflict? I am convinced that a great change in our conceptions of religion will be part of the process of the maturing of humanity.

I believe that we have been given everything we need, from divine guidance to physical resources, and that our creator then leaves the rest up to us. It is what we believe and understand, then what we do, that determine our progress. We have much reason to expect visible changes for the better, even in our own lifetime.

Baha’is Recognize Importance of Religious Accord
Niels Hodsman
Volume 3 #4 1994
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World Religion Day falls annually on the third Sunday of January. In Guelph area, this year’s host, the Baha’i Community, invited special guests Mayor John Counsell and University of Guelph Director, Dr. John Black, as well as representatives from academic and religious circles, and the public-at-large. In all, about one hundred people attended.

The event began with a presentation covering three themes: it showed the underlying oneness of humanity on our ever-shrinking planet; next, quotations from the Founders of the world’s religions were movingly narrated by children. This section illustrated quite clearly the common spiritual and moral themes of the world’s great spiritual Teachers. Finally, one young narrator concluded his presentation with a closing paragraph around the statement that world peace is not only possible but inevitable.

The common ground among the world’s religions is still generally not recognized, because most of us have inquired no further than the usual stereotypical statements made about other religions from our own background. When the writings of the Founders are read consecutively, the similarity is surprisingly obvious. That night it caused Mayor John Counsell to remark in his closing comments, “I never knew that the religions of the world were so close”.

To exemplify this common ground the following are excerpts from more lengthy quotations of the world’s scriptures, quoted that evening:

From the Hindu writings:
“Do not to others what you would not wish done to yourself; and wish for others too, what ye long for and desire for yourself. This is the whole of the Sharma, heed it well”

From the Jewish teachings:
“What is hateful to you, do not do to your neighbour .. Behold how good and pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together”

From the Buddhist teachings:
“In five ways should a clansman minister to his friends … By generosity, courtesy, and benevolence … By treating them as he treats himself, and by being as good as his word”

From the Christian teachings:
“Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it. Thou shall love thy neighbour as thyself. On these two commands hang all the law of the prophets”

From the Islamic teachings:
“Whatever you abhor for yourself, abhor it also for others .. and whatever you desire for yourself, desire also for others .. and whose maketh efforts forUs, in Our ways will We guide them: For God is assuredly with those who do righteous deeds”

From the Baha’i teachings:
“Ascribe not to any soul that which thou wouldst not have ascribed to thee, and say not that which thou doest not .. Oh my friend, listen with heart and soul to the songs of the Spirit, and treasure them as thine own eyes”

And from North American Native teachings:
“Grandfather, Great Spirit. All over the world the faces of living ones are alike. With tenderness they have come out of the ground. Look upon Your children that they may face the winds and walk the good road to the Day of Quiet … So, live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart”

These quotes are mostly concerned with how we treat each other. But if we were to compare statements about our relation to God, or about the nature of these Wise Ones, themselves, we would find more similarity.

During the reception, Joseph Woods, a local Baha’i working towards a Masters in religious studies, said “The underlying unity of the world’s religions is still not known by most people. We have a tradition of opposing each other and finding difference, but first hand investigation shows this is not the whole truth

This common ethical and spiritual foundation was, officially recognized last summer by theologians and religious leaders attending the World Parliament of Religions, convened one hundred years after its incepetion in 1893. They drafted a statement pointing out the common ethical and spiritual foundations upon which the world’s religions rest. In my personal view, I find the utter exclusivity of Divine primacy, ascribed by the followers of each world religion to its own Founder, difficult to believe. I seriously doubt that They would agree with Their own followers’ claims of secondary or false status for other Great Teachers.

In any case, increased accord among the world’s various believers means a better respect and mutuality, much needed as we advance into the years ahead. It will make fighting for religious motives less easy to accept on the part of bystanders, and harder to justify on the part of perpetrators. Of more enduring importance, it strengthens the ties between all peoples.

If we look at the cause of conflicts large or small, we will find a self-centered viewpoint or prejudice supporting that stand, be it political, national, racial, ethnic, economic, religious and so forth. It seems no area of human awareness is exempt from this distortion. Conversely, when we look at the origin of all advances towards equity, peace and stability made in this century, we find them based on the belief in a justice and equity founded on our common humanity.

Doesn’t that tell us something as we move into the 21st century? It seems to me that separative and self-centered collective ideas are the true enemies of humanity, long before we reach the battlefield or draw blood in the streets. On the other hand, ideas which promote human unity at this crucial time in our history are the creative foundation of novel and stable solutions to collective life. Far from being a vague idea, the oneness of humanity is the working notion behind actual progress.

There is a second aspect to working with differences and with commonality. This as the habit of force and violence over the habit of dialogue and consultative discussion. Though I know that self-centered prejudice feeds abuse and violence, I feel that violence is a separate issue, at the very least an immature, and otherwise a perverse habit which we must outgrow.

This point is well illustrated by the findings of Freedom House, a New-York based research company. They tell us that in 1991, for the first time in this century, half the world’s governments were democratic, with 31 more nations in the process of transformation to democracy. Their point was not that democracy itself is the ideal form of government or that it is perfect. Rather, they point out that no two democratic countries have ever gone to war with each other in this century. The reason, they say, is that they prefer to talk things through, to listen to one another.

This seems important. It dramatically demonstrates that speaking and listening to each other is the key to working through the many transitions which a more unified planetary civilization will have to face. Economic restructuring, environmental balance and social evolution are crying out for more co-operation and action on a global scale. Obviously, if we combine a conviction of human commonality, with a commitment to co-operative consultation, the process will accelerate. This is to say that the world needs a new spiritual awakening, for to see humanity as one people and eschew violence is basically to adopt an expansive open or spiritual attitude.

In this light, it is tragic that the source of human moral and spiritual motivation, the earth’s religious heritage, lags behind the world it so desperately need to inspire. Hence, a closer tie among religions is heartening. As a Baha’i, I believe it is another step on the road to a golden age, when the essential oneness of existence. reflecting the oneness of God, enshrined within moral precepts for the individual, finds expression in collective institutions which will banish war, suffering and conflicts, and foster a unified stability that will release the many potentials which human co-operation is able to generate. World Religion Day was made to help inspire a more unified spirit toward this, our brightest future together

 

2017 October 200th anniversary of Bahaullah MITRA

Inspired by the life and teachings of Bahá’u’lláh
millions of people worldwide will celebrate the 200th anniversary
of His birth on the 21st and 22nd of October 2017

Bah’u’llah was born in Tehran 1817.Two centuries later,the day of His birth is celebrated around the world alongside the birth of the forerunner of His Revelation, the Báb, born in 1819 on the day before the birth of Baha’u’llah. These twin twin holy birthdays are celebrated by Baháis and their friends as one annual festival where the closely interwoven lives and missions of these two divine lights are remembered together. This October launches a 2-year period of enriched Baha’i activities, culminating with the 200th anniversary of the Birth of the Bab, the forerunner and herald of Baha’u’llah, in October of 2019. Baháis around the world are expressing spirituality through thousands of service projects, the arts, and coming together with friends and neighbours.

This is the essence of Baha’u’llah’s teachings:

“The fundamental purpose animating the Faith of God and His Religion is to safeguard the interests and promote the unity of the human race, and to foster the spirit of love and fellowship amongst men”– Baha’u’llah

Bahá’ís believe that all humanity is one family; that men and women are equal; all prejudices must be extinguished; individuals must investigate truth independently; science and religion are in harmony; economic problems are linked to spiritual problems, the family and its unity are crucial; there is one God and all major religions are sent from God and World peace is vital!

The mightiest proof of the greatness of Bahá’u’lláh and His divine mission lies in His hundreds of Writings which streamed from His Pen like a torrential rain during a period of no less than forty years of uninterrupted revelation.

The Universal House Justice to the Baháis, explains the significance of this day for the Baháis around the world in the following statement:

“In every era of history, that unknowable Reality has opened the gates of grace to the world by sending an Emissary charged with providing the moral and spiritual stimulus that human beings need to cooperate and advance. Many of the names of these great Lights to humankind are lost. But some shine out from the annals of the past as having revolutionized thought, unlocked stores of knowledge, and inspired the rise of civilizations, and Their names continue to be honoured and praised. Each of these spiritual and social visionaries, stainless mirrors of virtue, set out teachings and truths that answered the urgent needs of the age. As the world now faces its most pressing challenges yet, we acclaim Bahá’u’lláh, born two hundred years ago, as such a Figure—indeed, as the One Whose teachings will usher in that long-promised time when all humanity will live side by side in peace and unity. From His early youth, Bahá’u’lláh was regarded by those who knew Him as bearing the imprint of destiny. Blessed with saintly character and uncommon wisdom, He seemed to be touched by heaven’s kindly light. Yet He was made to endure forty years of suffering, including successive exiles and incarcerations at the decree of two despotic monarchs, campaigns to vilify His name and condemn His followers, violence upon His Person, shameful attempts on His life—all of which, out of a boundless love for humanity, He bore willingly, with radiance and forbearance, and with compassion for His tormentors. Even the expropriation of all His worldly possessions left Him unperturbed. An observer might wonder why One Whose love for others was so complete should have been made the target of such hostility, given that He had otherwise been the object of universal praise and admiration, famed for His benevolence and high-mindedness, and had disavowed any claim to political power. To anyone who is familiar with the pattern of history, the reason for His ordeals is, of course, unmistakable. The appearance of a prophetic Figure in the world has invariably given rise to ferocious opposition from wielders of power. But the light of truth will not be put out. And so, in the lives of these transcendent Beings one finds sacrifice, heroism and, come what may, deeds that exemplify Their words. The same is evident in each phase of the life of Bahá’u’lláh. In spite of every hardship, He was never silenced, and His words retained their compelling potency — words spoken with the voice of insight, diagnosing the world’s ills and prescribing the remedy”

Baháis around the world are learning how to give effect to His teachings. The youth are becoming ever more conscious of their spiritual identity and are directing their energies towards the advancement of their societies. From villages, neighbourhoods, towns and cities communities, and individuals are dedicated to working together. On this two hundredth anniversary of Bahá’u’lláh’s appearance, Baháis have a simple invitation: seize this opportunity to find out who He was and what He represents.

The Baháis in The Waterloo Region are celebrating this event with many different large and small gatherings in their homes and communities, from Oct. 20 to 22 this month.

For more information about this sacred celebration and the Bahái faith, please visit the following sites:

There have been many tributes for this event, from many world leaders for this occasion

https://bicentenary.bahai.org/public-messages-tributes

This is a 30 minute presentation of Bahá’u’llah’s life:

For local events email:
waterloobahai@yahoo.ca

http://www.bahai.org
http://www.bahai.org/bahaullah/
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THE WAY OF PEACE: 500 years from an indigenous perspective

THE WAY OF PEACE: 500 years from an indigenous perspective

Carleen Elliott is an Anishinabequa who belongs to the Saugeen-Ojibway Band on the Bruce Peninsula.  Her Ojibway name is Neepitaypinayseequa which, in English roughly translates to Walking Partridge Woman. The name is a ‘concept‘ about a particular aspect of the character of the Partridge mother.  She is a long-time Native rights activist, and was Project Consult for the Native Programming Project attached to CKWR 98.7 FM Community Radio

PART 1

April / May 1992

The cultures of the indigenous people of North America all share a common basis; that basis is one of absolute respect.

Respect is a word that has many meanings in the English language, but to Native people, respect means that all things have the right to live, and must be treated in a way that allows life. Respect is, also, the basis for the Way of Peace. The Way of Peace was the active philosophical source of the civilization that Columbus encountered when he arrived on the shores of the North American continent 500 years ago. Columbus and the other early explorers were unable to recognize the highly developed civilizations by whom they were met upon arrival.

The inability of the early colonists to recognize such a civilization led to wrong assumptions that have been exercised throughout the 500 year relationship between the indigenous people of North America and the descendants of the early Europeans.

The first wrong assumption was that the population Columbus first encountered, would be easily enslaved. The notion of the enslavement of indigenous people was a result of the belief that since this continent was replete with unspoiled natural resources, it must naturally follow that the people who lived here would be the slaves that would harvest the riches for the benefit of the Europeans. The first harvest was for gold and silver.

Resistance to enslavement led to the practice of genocide against the aboriginal people by the early Europeans. Genocide in combination with foreign diseases that were imported from Europe via sailors and early explorers caused death for many more millions of indigenous people.

The second assumption was that the indigenous culture of this land had nothing of worth, as human beings, to offer. It was that assumption that led to the Christianization of the aboriginal people, and that eventually led to the development of the policy of forced assimilation. The policy of forced assimilation came into full political and legal practice in the mid 1800’s, and affected every aspect of the Native people’s life.

In contemporary time, it is difficult to fathom the depth of the impact of those assumptions on the life of a Native person, but that impact is discernible through a quick perusal of the Statistics Canada numbers on the socio-economic status of this country’s indigenous people. The reason that the numbers continue to indicate a slow death of a people is because of the ongoing interference, by alien forces, in a culture that is inextricably bound to this land.

While it is true that there is an accepted scientific theory that North America’s indigenous people themselves came to this continent from elsewhere, by way of the Bering Straits, it must be kept in mind that that migration occurred many thousands of years ago.

It must also be kept in mind that the history of Native people continues to resist the theory of the Bering Straits and says that the red children of the Great Mystery were placed on this continent, just as other races were placed on other continents.

The Great Mystery that is known as God and by many other names throughout the world.

Given the vast number of tribes that populated this continent in pre-Columbian times, it was crucial that harmony was maintained between the different groups of people; harmony that came to be referred to as the Way of Peace. In contemporary times, the Way of Peace is called, simply, the Way.  The Way is applied to every aspect of life, and is meant to maintain peace between all people, not only sociologically, but includes a way of conduct within personal relationships.

Those who practice the Way recognize each person as an individual who has a specific and unique ability to contribute, and from which a whole and positive environment is created for the entire community. But it is only from thoughtful and highly conscious regard for each individual that results in the emotional and spiritual surety of the individual.

The Way was developed in many millennia past, and remains very much a part of Native people’s culture today. A Native person who does not understand and practice the Way is considered to be a person of poor spirit. But the effects of cultural genocide through forced assimilation are recognized by the surviving aboriginal people. There are Native people who have escaped total cultural annihilation, individually, and were raised within the ancient traditions of their people. It is these people who find themselves to be the keepers of the culture, and it is with great compassion that they recognize that those Native people who do not practice the Way were removed from their culture by force through the process of assimilation. It is also the keepers of indigenous culture who continue to practice absolute respect despite an interlude in history that resulted in tremendous loss.

Part 2

June / July 1992

In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue …. and discovered paradise. But paradise was inhabited by a race of human beings who occupied the continent from shore to shore. The race was not a war-making people, and in their tradition of hospitality, greeted the adventurer Europeans. The peaceful manner of the indigenous people was interpreted as ignorance akin of idiocy; that negative regard laid the framework for 500 years of exploitation and threat of annihilation of indigenous culture. The framework continues, and is the basis for a complex, problem-ridden relationship between the North American indigenous people, and successive governments.

The only contemporary defense that aboriginal people in Canada have against purposeful erosion of their existence is International Law, which defines a “Peopleas those groups who have a land base, language and culture.  This definition of “People” provides entitlement to Canada’s aboriginal people to consideration as legal Nations. The Treaties are the legal documents that ensure a land-base for aboriginal people, and the bi-lingual legislation assures freedom from further attack on aboriginal language. Given the successive Canadian governments’ history of a paternalistic relationship with Native people, aboriginal people continue to guard against arbitrary abrogation of those legal standings. In spite of the seeming advancement of aboriginal right to land and language, aboriginal culture remains under constant threat. The reason is that aboriginal culture continues to be regarded as a culture without worth. The belief is a result of the persistent attitude that, upon “discovery“, the indigenous inhabitants of North America were dirty savages who were doing nothing while awaiting salvation from their ignorance.

There are aboriginal people who were raised within the culture and tradition of indigenous people. It is difficult for these people to witness the philosophical and political diminishment of a culture that is truly unique on the continent.  The uniqueness is a result of the belief in, and practice of The Way of Peace.

The Way is applied at conception, with the recognition that the child in the womb is a living being, and is conscious. Whatever happens to the mother is experienced by the child, and the experience of birth is the beginning of the child’s ability to make sense of the world into which she is born. Everyone is born into a family and a community. It is the responsibility of the community to provide an environment for the children that encourages a set of philosophical standards and values to follow throughout their entire lives.

Within traditional Native culture, the birth of a child is anticipated with great joy. A child is considered to be a gift from the Great Creator, who is a further addition to the completeness of life, and who represents the eternal circle of life. In recognition of the brevity of childhood, and given the potential longevity of adulthood, a Native child is not told what to do, but is only protected from harm. As a child grows, her particular interests are observed, and thus her individual contribution to the community is noted, and is then encouraged.

The enforced assimilation policy that began in the mid-1800’s, and was a legal manoeuvre against which aboriginal people had no defense, included removal of children from their families and from their communities. This seriously damaged the stability of aboriginal family and community structure. Adoption, in particular, of aboriginal babies away from their communities became a profit-making venture for private groups well into the 1970’s.  Such ventures were lucrative because underlying racism was strongly appealed to, and appealing to racist belief was effective.  The reasoning was that the babies’ chances of having a good and normal life depended on their being removed from the reserves.

Reserve conditions were deplorable, and pervasive racism prevented further exploration into the reasons for the existing conditions. It was assumed that sub-standard conditions existed because Native people did not know how to
live any other way. In reality, the legislation that was created completely undermined Native economic stability, and set into motion a domino effect that affected every aspect of aboriginal life. The traditional social structure of Native people revolves around family and community. When the children were removed, into residential schools or adopted or fostered out of their communities, the assimilation process had its greatest impact on Native culture.

All youth enter an emotional and psychological phase of establishing self-identity, which is a very normal process. But Native young people who were adopted away, more often carried a double burden, as they also had to contend with a search for cultural heritage. Both of these situations are times of emotional upheaval. Within traditional Native culture, there are ceremonies of celebration around leaving childhood and entering adulthood. The rituals simply have to do with much story-telling for the purpose of developing understanding of the responsibilities of being an adult.

For youth who are raised outside, and so usually have no exposure at all to their culture, the element of racism is a terrible obstacle to be overcome. Racism against, and the perpetuation of stereo-type about Native people is very much a part of this society. Children who are raised within such a negative atmosphere about their own people face a terrible conflict. They want to participate in their culture, but at the same time general society holds aboriginal people in such contempt that the sense of shame at being a Native person is very strong, and the youth who have been essentially isolated from their culture face great personal turmoil.

Intact Native families and communities are able to withstand negatives about their people, and are now beginning to develop ways to heal the social, emotional, and spiritual damage that was brought about by the assimilation process.  The healing ways are based solidly within aboriginal culture, and have proven to be the most effective. While it is recognized that the culture has undergone erosion, it has survived !

Part 3

August / September 1992

North American aboriginal groups are referred to as a “culture”, and that particular reference is political in nature. The cultural reality is that there are as many cultures as there are groups of aboriginal people. There are basic philosophical beliefs and practices across the continent, but the expression of culture is exclusive to each group. There are also cultural similarities between groups whose traditional territories abutted each other. With that in mind, the following is from the cultural history of the people of the Great Lakes.

Turtle Island is the name by which North America is known to the aboriginal people of the Great Lakes.  The term “Turtle Island” is derived from a latter part of the Great Lakes aboriginal creation story; the first part of which is
similar to the Christian Book of Genesis. The connection to the land is a source of spiritual practice which enables a consciousness about the precious nature of the land. In that context, the connection is felt for the entire land / continent and not just for pieces of it: a sense of ownership is foreign to this sense of consciousness.

When a connection is felt to Turtle Island, then responsibility for the well-being of the earth is felt – which provides a process for the decisions that are made about what happens to the earth, and then extends to all other living creatures on the earth, including other people. No one person or thing holds all the responsibility; and that is where individual awareness of personal responsibility is incorporated into aboriginal societies. That awareness is one of the reasons that hundreds of autonomous groups of people were able to live side by side, in peace, in pre-Columbian history.
The cultures of the indigenous people of North America all share a common basis: that basis is one of absolute respect. Respect has many meanings in the English language, but to Native people, respect means that all things have the right to live, and must be treated in a way that allows life.

It must also be kept in mind that peace is not a state of truce, but is felt in the conscious. War and war-making have no place within a society that practices such a philosophy.

Present general society believes such a philosophy to be an unobtainable ideal, and cannot believe that a philosophy of peace was in actual practice until the arrival of Columbus, and subsequent unceasing exploitation. Still,
nevertheless, aboriginal history tells of the lengthy period of peace between millions of pre-Columbian people who lived in autonomous groups, side by side.

Aboriginal history dates the complete understanding of the state of true peace to almost 2000 years ago. Up until that time, the groups maintained peace without a true understanding of the Way of Peace and its necessary connection to consciousness. True understanding of the Way of Peace came about when a Being came to live among the people of North America. On reaching adulthood, the Being taught the necessity of the completeness of the philosophy of peace.  The Being is known by different names across the continent, but the teachings are the same, and by that, aboriginal people know that the source of the teachings was the same person. The Being was greatly loved, but a day came when the Being’s work was completed and the Being was seen no more.

The teachings about the Way of Peace are complete, and it was the people who lived those teachings that met Columbus on his arrival to the continent that we now call North America. It was other people who lived the teachings of the Way of Peace who met the early settlers along the eastern shores of America, and still others who met the fisherman on the shores of eastern Canada.

These groups of people had lived more than a millenia in complete peace, and they foresaw the future of blood and horror that awaited them and their descendents .. but the Way of Peace guaranteed, nevertheless, a continuation of the race.  That is why the aboriginal people of the continent continue to negotiate for the right to ancestral land, language, and culture while in other parts of the world, bomb-throwing and other practices of war continue.

As with any other philosophy, the Way of Peace is a choice, and a complete understanding of how and why to choose such a way is necessary. So it may well be the great, good fortune of the indigenous people of North America
that the teachers of the philosophy of the Way of Peace have survived throughout the purposeful annihilation of the past 500 years. That survival may well be an indication of how deeply ingrained the philosophy and practice of the Way of Peace is. The choices about making war or living in peace, certainly continue to exist, but so do the teachers.

Part 4

October / November 1992

North American Native people have clung tenaciously to their culture. In spite of intense missionization and the simultaneous activity of a legal system that outlawed Native way of life. The resistance to assimilation has succeeded and the ceremony of the Giveaway continues, the dances exist, as does Native philosophy, sociology and psychology.

Now the existing contemporary problem is how to introduce the reality of a living indigenous culture into an anglo-centric society. The problem arises out of the spiritual consciousness of the Aboriginal sense of connection to the land. In that context, the connection is felt for the entire land, the result of which is an ability to live with the land. Living with the land does not mean on the land, off of it, or from it. Most importantly, living with the land is the means by which the future is ensured because great care is taken in the way the land is treated.

The absence of ownership within Native tradition was necessary to maintain the peace of millions of pre-Columbian people who lived side by side. No one owned the pieces of land on which crops were grown, the game was hunted, or the shores from which people fished. If it had been owned, then the willingness to share would have been absent. History has proven many times that the Aboriginal people who met Columbus and subsequent explorers, particularly on the East Coast of the North American continent, were willing to be hospitable.

Aboriginal hospitality meant sharing resources, and enabled the first explorers to survive in an unknown land. Subsequent colonists not only survived, but flourished through Aboriginal people’s willingness to share. The early explorers and colonists would not have been able to recognize a great many of the indigenous plant foods that the land had to offer. The first North American Thanksgiving was, in actuality, the first colonists partaking of Native generosity.

Approximately a hundred years after the arrival of the first Europeans, Native people began to act on the recognition that the newcomers were incapable of peace. It was from that time the resistance to European settlement came about throughout those parts of the continent now called the United States and Mexico. Many alliances were formed between the various tribes and many of the agreements of alliances continue today. The best known is the Iroquois Confederacy, which is composed of the Six Nations. Just a few of the other alliances were the Three Fires Confederacy, the Seven Arrows Society, and, of course, the greatest of the peacemakers, the ones who became known as the Five Civilized Tribes.

Tragedy lay in the future of all of these great people; the hearts of the Five Civilized Tribes were broken when their people were put on the Trail of Tears in 1838. The Trail of Tears was the forced removal ordered by President Andrew Jackson, of thousands of people from their ancestral homes in and around the Smoky Mountains and the Appalachians in a deadly march to what is now known as the state of Oklahoma. The march was supervised, in the most militaristic fashion, by the U.S. Cavalry, and the old people and children died in great numbers.

Prior to the transmission of European bred disease, the wholesale butchery of large groups of people such as the Wampanoags and the Beothuk, and the subsequent slaughter of the Western tribes with the military forerunner of today’s automatic weaponry, the permanent interment of the indigenous dead was practised at only certain periods of time. The permanent interment of the dead was a formal event, and was held as part of the great inter-tribal gatherings that were once a part of Aboriginal culture. The great gatherings were held for many purposes in a cycle of every seven to ten years. One of the most important parts of the gathering was the council on the matters of peace. In and around those councils, other ceremonies were held, of which the Ghost Feast (the formal interment of the dead) was one.

Contemporary archaeologists continue to discover the mounds of the dead, and they still do not know what the mounds are. The mounds are the places of the permanent interment of the pre-Christian missionary dead. After contact with the early missionaries, the Ghost Feast was outlawed. But the first hundred years of contact with the early Europeans meant the death of Aboriginal people in such great numbers that the Ghost Feast is now a daily cultural practice of the Native people. A Native family somewhere on this continent will have a Ghost Feast today. What was once a cyclical event of community observance, is now a daily practice for Aboriginal families.

All aspects of Native culture remain viable, and Native people have become more willing to let others know the intricacies of the culture that is a part of the land, thus this series of articles.

Part 5

December 1992 / January 1993

Recent political circumstance has created an unprecedented awareness of the presence of Native people in Canada. The awareness can be interpreted as a long overdue consent to admit Native people to fuller participation in Canadian society. The result of the attention provides a challenge to Native people that requires the development of a means of communicating the intricacies of Native cultures to a majority society that is non-Native. It has become necessary to share cultural information that has been, so far, protected by Native people; isolationist protection made necessary by the prevailing assumption of European superiority.

Any attempts to communicate such information will have to be acceptable to Native peoples’ sensitivity to pervasive historical stereotypes. A translation of cultural tradition from a historical context to the reality of a viable contemporary society will be difficult. Previous circumstances confined Native cultures to the purview of academics who consigned Native cultures to scholarly treaties, museums, and other limited methods of preserving complex cultures. Such preservation was accomplished in only the most esoteric sense, the result of which has been the ‘mythologizing’ or romanticizing of Aboriginal cultures. Popular treatment relegated Native cultures to books, television, and movies, all of which severely diminished the integrity of Aboriginal cultures.

The diminishment of cultural integrity was imposed by an anglo-centric society, and has created obstacles to understanding that general society must become willing to surmount. The presence of historical obstacles will necessitate recognition of the existence of a simultaneous culture that was maintained, with great tenacity, within a hostile environment. The reason for the degree of tenacity is that Aboriginal people are a complete civilization, and have remained unwilling to surrender the culture. Any acculturation that has occurred was an imposition that was ensured by the use of force, and governmental legislation. Even the institution of the welfare system on the reserves in the early 1950’s was brought about through governmental force, in spite of Native resistance.

The welfare system broke the economic tradition of hunting, fishing, and agricultural practice. The institution of the welfare system was one of the means devised to undermine the traditional economic base, and to further increase the rate of assimilation of Aboriginal people into dominant society; assimilation to mean the consent to adhere to the values and ethics of dominant society, because a culture’s existing values are less meaningful. Aboriginal right to a traditional economic base has, once again, been introduced as a legal issue by Native people.

Resistance to Aboriginal tradition is anticipated, and Native people understand that conflict will arise as a result of articulating cultural givens. But conflict in the face of blatant racism and general ignorance, which has and continues to be supported by anglo-centrism, has been a matter-of-course for Native people. The unceasing exploitative colonialism that followed Columbus’s arrival, and which preceded but which was, nevertheless, very much a part of the historical organization of the country of Canada will continue to impact Aboriginal right to culture. The current difference is the growing interest within the Canadian population who are sincere in exploring the possibilities of living with the simultaneous cultures of Aboriginal peoples.

It is also time to overcome the attitude that the right to practice the cultures of Aboriginal people is a “gift” to be given to Native people by a moral people. If a moral country “gifts” Indigenous people with the right to culture, then the right remains an option to be exercised at the discretion of the ‘giftors’. Any country that promotes human rights as a high moral standard is on the correct path to true civility. But given the attempted dissolution of Indigenous cultures through a legalized assimilation policy, such as the Indian Act or the maintenance of culture through esoteric philosophy has created social and cultural problems exclusive to Canada’s Native peoples.

The historical process of the creation of social and cultural problems must be defined by Native people. The perspective of Native people is the only acceptable interpretation of both the process and the impact of assimilation attempts. It may then be possible to initiate an understanding of the importance of the continuation of Aboriginal cultures.

Perhaps the single most important aspect of Native cultures is the completeness of being, in a whole sense, which includes physical well-being, as well as emotional, intellectual, and spiritual health. Separation of the aspects of humanness is globally accepted, but Native people remain unconvinced that that particular view is either a better way or the only way. Thus the necessity for communication between the converging races on North America, and the land’s Indigenous peoples.

Part 6

February / March 1993

1993 and the FIRM RESOLVE

1993 has been designated as the International Year for the World’s Indigenous People(s) by the United Nations General Assembly. The United Nations is encouraging world governments to develop programs in co-operation with Indigenous groups that will begin to resolve the social, economic, and cultural problems experienced by Indigenous peoples. That resolution also includes recognition of the environmental damage brought about by historical global colonialism, and further encourages a change in managing the environment. It is with great hope that the resolution lays the foundation for the acceptance of the values of the contributions made by Indigenous groups to social and cultural stability throughout the world.

1993 will focus on all Indigenous groups, and there will be an emphasis on North America’s Aboriginal peoples, given the unique legal relationship that groups in the United States and Canada have maintained with the respective governments. The reason for the emphasis is the result of the respective countries’ determination to convince the world that all is well with North American Aboriginal peoples. It is inevitable that there will be comparisons to those countries where Indigenous groups are dying in horrific numbers in the midst of military actions, such as in Central and South America, and the point will be made that the situation does not exist in North America, so everything must be okay. But the cultural annihilation continues.

Throughout the coming year the details of historical cultural damage will surface as Aboriginal groups begin to exercise their right to culture as guaranteed by International Law, and it will be a painful experience. But, it is, nevertheless, an important step in the process that society must follow to attain a more complete resolution to related conflict issues.

In North America, there is a single aspect of the forced assimilation of Aboriginal peoples into euro-centric society that caused the greatest loss of cultural cohesion for Native groups. That aspect was and continues to be the removal of Native children from their families and communities. The rationale for the removal is particularly insidious because it is based on the application of a high moral standard; The presence of which, as interpreted and imposed by euro-centrism, provides the necessary permission to remove Native children from their communities.

The removal began at the time of the institution of the mission schools, the first one of which was established by the Ursuline nuns in the late 15th century. The purpose of the schools was the full-scale assimilation of Native children into European society. Following the institution of the Children’s Aid Society, the removal of Native children from families increased, and the social and spiritual destruction of Native communities neared completion.

Now, any person who is employed in a Native social agency is confronted daily by the social and spiritual damage suffered by Native individuals who have experienced the adoptive and/or foster system. The situation is particularly tragic because the source of the individual pain is the result of having been a victim of racism. Having been raised in a racist society that is particularly violent toward Aboriginal people, Native youth learn, first of all, to be ashamed of the race into which they were born and are a part. A community can withstand racism because support of the individual is inherent within a community. It is impossible for an individual, particularly a small child who is isolated by having been adopted away and/or fostered out to withstand such a negative environment. To add to the problem, they are attracted to the existing beauty of the inclusive philosophy of Native culture. The polarity of emotions is extremely debilitating, and is overwhelming.

But Native people continue to heal the victims of assimilation and overcome the misplaced morality of dominant society. The healing is accomplished through the teaching and learning of the spiritual values of First Nations culture. The values that include recognition of the individual as an entity of great worth and the extended family as the foundation of any viable community.

Within Native culture, the extended family intervenes in the breakdown of parental responsibilities. If a person cannot exercise their responsibilities, then they too are in need of healing. While the healing is done, the children live with their relatives. It is common practice for Native people to care for someone else’s children, unless there is interference by non-Native agencies. Native people assume the care of children with the belief that the parents will one day be well and will be able to resume responsibility for their children. Even if that day never comes, Native people never deliberately attempt to make those children their own, contrary to European standard which appears to view adoption papers as a legality akin to a bill of sale.

The “bill-of-sale” mentality is a result of a social structure that equates ownership with power. Ownership continues to be a source of individual power in contemporary society, and even social justice activism continues to perpetuate ownership as a desirable condition of equality. Encounters with people who have adopted Native children are a common experience for Native social agency workers, as are the encounters with the arguments offered in defense of or by the adoptive parents. The defense is extreme in its racist roots, but because removal of Native children is condoned as an example of good and moral social conscience, the contribution to cultural havoc remains denied. Perhaps, one of the possible resolutions of 1993 will bring about an end to the removal of Native children from their families and communities and, therefore, their culture.

Part 7

April / May 1993

Since the guarantee of culture as a human right, as stated in International Law, North American Aboriginal people are free to express their cultural viability. The attempted dissolution of Canada’s Indigenous cultures through a legalized assimilation policy, or the maintenance of culture, solely through esoteric philosophy, makes the way long and difficult to future cultural stability for Canada’s Aboriginal peoples. But Canada’s Native people have already proven their generational cultural tenacity, so difficulty may exist, but must not be taken as a sign of despair or surrender.

Forced assimilation has resulted in social and cultural problems that are exclusive to Canada’s Native peoples. Now, the historical process that created contemporary social and cultural problems is being more clearly defined by Native people. The perspective of Native people is the only acceptable interpretation of first, the process, then, the impact of assimilation attempts, and finally and most importantly, the way to bring about the necessary healing of an entire race. A part of the historical process was the creation of systems and institutions that would debilitate Aboriginal social power, a prime example of which is the institution of the reserve or reservation system.

Reserves were designed to contain the Aboriginal population of the country, to count and track the population, and to create easier access for the purposes of assimilation, such as the gathering of children for shipment to residential schools. Later, the Children’s Aid Society, also had easy access to further the destruction of Native communities through the forced removal of children. The creation of the reserves was the first phase of the systematic destruction of the traditional economic-base of Aboriginal people. The death-blow to any potential development of an economic base was the forced institution of welfare within the Band’s administrative structure in the early 1950’s.

The implementation of the welfare system brought personal shame for individuals; shame that developed through the sense of helplessness by the inability to provide for one’s self and kin. There are Native individuals who consider themselves as having risen above it all, and perhaps they did, but at a price; the price was to give up their Nativeness. The word which denotes that particular process in the Indian Act is enfranchisement, which means being given the right to vote, as well as meaning “freed”.

Prior to the reinstatement amendment to the Indian Act, Bill C-31, a Native person could apply for enfranchisement and claim his share of the Band trust fund, thereby obtaining the right to participate fully in Canada as a citizen by being removed from the Band enrollment. The word “enfranchisement” and the attendant concept are a clear indication of the reason for the institution of the reserve system in Canada, and the successive governments’ sort of relationship with the country’s Indigenous peoples. Purposeful planning is evident in the establishment of the reserve system in, first of all, containment in sub-standard socio-economic conditions which would sicken any race of human beings, and second, freedom being accomplished through consent to assimilate by exercising the enfranchisement option.

Removal from a Band List means giving up Treaty Rights, guarantees, and benefits. Prior to Bill C-31, Native women were automatically enfranchised if they married non-Native men, and non-Native women who married Native men became “Indian within the meaning of the Indian Act”. It was this particular aspect of enfranchisement that provided the driving force behind Bill C-31. The possibility for access to benefits through reinstatement began with a single individual who challenged the incipient patriarchy of the Indian Act.

The philosophies of patriarchy, matriarchy, and hierarchy are interpretations of social power that were alien to Indigenous cultures. The conjoint philosophies were introduced through forced assimilation to Aboriginal society throughout the past era of colonialism. Patriarchy was implemented in the Indian Act by designating the male as the head-of-household, with sole decision-making powers. If the male decided to enfranchise, his wife and children were also enfranchised, and the children remained enfranchised, even after attaining adulthood.

Following the enactment of Bill C-31, applications for reinstatement flooded the Department of Indian and Northern Affairs, and immediately created a two-year backlog. Reinstatement applications are submitted from one of three situations: one, the spouses and children of men who enfranchised; two, women with non-Native spouses; three, people who were adopted away from their cultures. Adopted people face a particularly frustrating entanglement of bureaucratic red tape.

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THE THREE SISTERS : Beans, Corn and Squash

When you hear Native people speak of the Three sisters, they are speaking of beans, corn and squash. These are the basic foods of sustenance with which the inhabitants of Turtle Island were gifted. (Turtle Island is the name by which the North American continent is known by the Indigenous Peoples of the Great Lakes).

There are over three hundred varieties of squash across the continent. There are over five hundred varieties of corn, and over fifteen varieties of beans. The Aboriginal people of this continent were master agriculturists, and the varieties of basic food were developed to withstand climatic conditions, whatever the variance through time and place. A return to the propagation of the Three sisters will protect the contemporary inhabitants of Turtle Island from the threat of potential drought, famine, and crop disease.

Part 8

June / July 1993

Summertime is pow wow time for Native people. Pow wows are an Aboriginal social event that is a successor of pre-Columbian gatherings. The original gatherings were for the purposes of trade, business, and ceremonies, all of which a large part was purely social. Contemporary pow wows are week end camp outs for Native families. Participants and traders begin to gather at the pow wow site on Friday evenings, after the family wage earners are free to leave their places of employment. Camp sites are set up, and made comfortable for the two-day stay. The ideal pow wow sites include places for fire pits, simply because visiting around a fire in the cool of a summer night is relaxing, and provides a means to shake off the effects of the past week’s demands on personal energy.

Dancers are expected to be ready for the opening ceremonies that usually take place at midday on Saturday. The ceremony is called Grand Entry during which the host drum sings the dancers into the circle where the pow wow will take place. On both Saturday and Sunday, the Grand Entry begins with the presentation of the community staffs and are usually carried in by armed forces veterans and male elders. The Grand Entry song is then followed by prayers and speeches, usually given by local and visiting elders, to welcome all the participants and visitors. On Saturday, the afternoon dance lasts for about three hours then ends for a dinner-break. The pow wow resumes in the evening for another three hours. Surrounding the pow wow circle are the artisans, craftworkers and food vendors. This is the area where non-participants occupy themselves while other aspects of the pow wow occur, which may be a ceremonial giveaway or, perhaps a naming ceremony.

The responsibility for the organization of the pow wow belongs to a committee whose job it is to see that the necessities of ensuring a successful gathering come together as smoothly as possible. The committee’s responsibility to the singers and dancers are, first, to invite the head dancers and others who are an integral part of the gathering, such as the presiding Grandmothers and Grandfathers, as well as the veterans. Then to have an arbour built to shade the drums and singers. Providing dinner for the pow wow participants is standard practice because putting on and taking off dancers’ regalia requires an extraordinary amount of time. The success of a pow wow depends on how well the dancers and singers feel they have been treated by their hosts.

The contemporary pow wows are returning to the original purposes of the gatherings. Everyone is welcome to attend the pow wows, and there is usually an admission fee to enter the grounds. The Native participants dress in outfits that are individual styles and, for the most part, represent the various eras of dress throughout the past five hundred years. The styles of dancing reflect the diversity of places of origin and kin and clan, as does the accompanying drums and singing.

Native culture is inclusionary, so social songs are sung in chants that have no words. The development of the chants-style of singing comes from time out of mind, and is a result of recognizing the many languages of the indigenous peoples, and also recognizes the importance of including everyone, in spite of language barriers. The chanting is not a specific language and, therefore, allows everyone to participate in the singing. Provision for participation is a very strong social concept among traditional tribal peoples. Songs are sung in languages during ceremonies, because ceremonial ritual has to do with individual groups’ connection to the earth and its place in the overall scheme of things. All of which is an individual consciousness and is more clearly expressed in language.

Songs and dances are expressions of worship of the Great Maker, and express gratitude for all of the gifts that human beings have been given. In the early days of contact of Aboriginal people with Europeans, the songs and dances of worship came under assault by the Christian missionaries as heathen practices. It was necessary for Native people to find ways to preserve their ancient rituals and spiritual customs. First of all, they simply went deeper into the woods or higher into the mountains for ceremonial gatherings, out of the sight of the missionaries. But as European settlement, always accompanied by missionaries, spread throughout the continent, Native worship became more difficult, until finally, the preservation of the ancient rituals became impossible for many Native communities.

A manner of preservation of cultural worship was stumbled upon by the introduction of the Wild West Show in the late 1800’s of which the most famous organizer was the entrepreneurial promoter, Buffalo Bill. Buffalo Bill hired Native people to be a part of his travelling company to re-enact battles with the United States Cavalry. The Wild West Shows were the beginning of performing for the anthropologists, tourists, and those others who may have been and, to this day, remain curious about Native life. The performances did much to create and maintain certain stereotypes about Native people, but the performances were invaluable in preserving the songs and dances that are an integral part of Native worship. The ancient songs and dances of the North American Aboriginal peoples were kept alive through the seemingly demeaning performance for the sake of the curious.

The attitudes about the necessity of performing for the curious came about during the 1960’s with a continental revival of the pow-wow. There are areas of the continent where the pow wow continued, uninterrupted, as a necessary part of the celebration of community life, but the pow wow experienced a larger scale resurgence just thirty years ago. The resurgence gained momentum twenty years ago, and any community that decided to express its pride in being Native and having maintained the practice of Native way organized a pow wow for their area. Cultural expression was taken out of the hands of white entrepreneurs by the organization of pow wows, on a community level, by Native people.

Part 9

August / September 1993

The Stoney Point Band is a group of Indigenous people who were removed from their land in Southern Ontario during the Second World War by the military. The legal condition of their removal was that the land would be returned to them after the war. The Stoney Point people waited fifty years for the return of their land. With no action being taken or offered by either the military or the government, the Stoney Point Band re-occupied their land in the spring of 1993. The Stoney Point Band’s re-occupation was instigated and led by the Band’s Grandmothers and Grandfathers who wanted to return home.

Although such tactics are questionable, the Stoney Point Band was required to prove their claim to the land. Extensive, unfunded research was conducted by a member of the Band, Maynard George. He gathered all of the necessary documents to be presented to the government. Negotiations are now in progress for the formal return of the land. The negotiations are deemed necessary by the government because there was, purportedly, a great deal of money given to the Stoney Point Band in exchange for use of the land, that with the passage of time is now, apparently, considered payment for the land. Because an amount of money was involved, it does appear that the government believes that a purchase occurred.

The Stoney Point people say they did not sell anything to the government. These existing conditions are omens that the negotiations are going to drag on for some time to come.

The Stoney Point people are preparing to winter on their land. The single permanent structure on the land is the church they erected at the beginning of their re-occupation.

The Stoney Point people are without funds. Since Land Claims are a crucial issue for Canada’s Aboriginal peoples, there will be fund raisers organized on behalf of the Stoney Point Band.

One of the first major fund raisers is a walk from Stoney Point to Ottawa. The plans for the walk are progressing very well. Co-operation from certain important public sectors is being made available and is certainly most gratifying; plans are proceeding for the walk, which is named

The Journey to Reconciliation

The Journey of Reconciliation will leave Stoney Point on the morning of Sunday, September 12, 1993, and is expected to take two weeks to reach Ottawa. The leader of the Journey, who is also the main organizer, is Rick Young. Rick formed the idea after a lengthy conversation with another Native who had just returned from visiting the Stoney Point people. The conversation ended on the note that something ought to be done on behalf of the Stoney Point people to first, show support for the re-occupation of their land, and second, to raise funds for their upcoming winter plans. Rick then approached the Stoney Point Band to gain some sense of their agreement to the plan of those, who are essentially outsiders, doing fund raising on their behalf. Fortunately, the people were amenable to the suggestions. A greater fortune was the presence of an experienced long-distance political walker who was part of a walk from San Francisco to Washington D.C., on behalf of Indigenous rights.

Any and all supporters are more than welcome to join the Journey. Pledge sheets will soon be available, and can be obtained at the Weejeendimin Native Resource Centre as well as at other community centres. No one has to do the entire Journey; Journey makers can join us at any point along the way, and walk for however far they want to or however far they can. Pledges in any amount will be welcome. Straight donations can be accommodated with tax receipts.

The Journey to Reconciliation has been named so to represent the Stoney Point Band’s willingness to talk, peacefully, with the government. The name also represents the plans they have made that they have every intention of doing. The winter camp, for instance, is becoming a reality little by little. The first winter structures that will be built will be for the Grandmothers and Grandfathers to accommodate the warmth required by their age and medical conditions.

The camp is open to visitors who care to support the re-occupation. The site is a pleasant place to visit. The people are warm and friendly. And they are bearing the racist catcalls from the passers-by on the highway with equanimity. They receive hate mail , and each incident is commented on, but the expressions of hatred are accepted as an extension of the conditions that Native people live with as a matter of daily life in Canada.

The Band hosted a feast a while ago to thank everyone for their support. It was a good feast with a variety of old-time foods. The day was pleasant and was conductive to fellowship between the Band and visitors. The military had dug a pond and stocked it with fish many years ago. The fish attracted other wild life: ducks, geese, beaver, snakes, and turtles. So the pond is comparatively clean. It was a good place to have the feast by the water.

Visitors are welcome to set up camp and there are those who have done so. Everyone is self-sufficient in their own camps but their is a common food distribution hut. Donations are welcome. Weejeendimin has a food bin set up, and the food is taken from here to Stoney Point once a week. Non-perishable food items are best, and the donations have been slow but steady.

The show of support is similar to the show of support for the Saugeen-Ojibway fishing rights that were found to be a legal right by a superior court in Ontario in April 1993.

There are people who want to support Native peoples’ rights to land, hunting and fishing, and culture, but for whatever reason, their support cannot be made public. So the support is shown in anonymous ways. Then there are those who are free to voice their support and to walk beside the Stoney Point Band. But any and all support is welcome, and is indeed a great part of building the heart that it takes to go against the powerful segments of Canada, for example, the federal government and the military.

Again, to return to the present Stoney Point people’s situation with racist reaction. It is difficult for parents to see their children subjected to racist ideology, but the children will grow up too, and they will remember their parents unfailing dignity in the face of such awful treatment. The foundation of the Band’s determination is absolute faith in their right to land that remains strong despite years of dispossession. It is an amazing phenomenon because a choice does exist that would ensure the Band a life of peace, but it would mean giving up what belongs to them.

One of the Grandfathers who was born at Stoney Point is a World War II veteran. He was awarded many medals in recognition of his distinguished service in defense of the country of Canada. The removal of the Stoney Point people had occurred very shortly before his return from the battle front in Europe. His home was gone when he arrived; since it was dark, he slept in a ditch the first night back in his home community. Everything was gone and he did not know where everyone had gone. He found them the next day on the Kettle Point Reserve where they had been taken by the military. Some of the houses had been moved to Kettle Point but some were simply torn down. Some of the old people who did not want to move died soon after their removal, and their relatives are sure that they died of broken hearts.

The following generation’s hearts are not broken, but they despise their condition of homelessness so when the Grandmothers and Grandfathers proposed the move back to their land, they were very willing. The military has marked the boundaries of where the Band may set up their camps, and the Band does have access to clean running water. But the military demarcation does exist and the military presence is evident. The military did not use the land for many years, except in a minimal way, but when the Stoney Point people moved back, the military increased their presence.

The Journey to Reconciliation will serve to notify the government that it is expected to re-examine its obligation to the Stoney Point Band. If the support for the Journey can maintain its momentum, it will serve as an even greater reminder that other people are aware of the situation and that the government is expected to meet its obligations to the people it dispossessed so many years ago. The Journey to Reconciliation is only one more way to draw attention to the treatment of this country’s Indigenous peoples. Land Claims are a legal reality in Canada, and all the indifference or active abuse by racists is not going to change that fact. Canada has unfinished business with its Indigenous peoples, and it must be attended to.

Meegwetch !  Ojibway for thank you

Part 10

October / November 1993

Senior Men’s Traditional – 45 years and over
Senior Women’s Traditional – 45 years and over
Men’s Traditional – 18 to 44
Women’s Traditional – 18 to 44
Men’s Grass Dance – 18 to 44
Women’s Jingle Dance – 18 to 44
Men’s Fancy – 18 to 44
Women’s Fancy – 18 to 44
Junior Men’s Traditional – 13 to 17
Junior Women’s Traditional – 13 to 17
Junior Men’s Grass Dance – 13 to 17
Junior Women’s Jingle Dance – 13 to 17
Junior Men’s Fancy – 13 to 17
Junior Women’s Fancy – 13 to 17
Boys’ Traditional – 6 to 12
Girls’ Traditional – 6 to 12
Boys’ Grass Dance – 6 to 12
Girls’ Jingle Dance – 6 to 12
Boys’ Fancy – 6 to 12
Girls’ Fancy – 6 to 12
Tiny Tots – 5 and under

The above are standard categories at competitive pow-wows, and are usually distributed into three places with the first place being worth from $500 to as high as $ 5,000. The regalia and the dance-styles are from the various eras of trade and economy spanning the last five hundred years.

Personal dream objects are very much a part of all regalia. Dreaming is one of the ways that Native people make sense of their place in the universe. Dreams have continued to be recognized as a valuable connection to reality and an individual’s sense of belonging to a positive community. Dreams are extremely private and are only shared in an atmosphere of absolute trust. That is why to pose questions about regalia is considered very bad manners. But because public display is considered public domain in the British-based Canadian values structure, dancers’ privacy is constantly violated. The general public is warmly welcomed to attend pow-wows; what is not welcome is touching regalia because ethno-centric arrogance is so prevalent in contemporary relations between Anglo-Saxon and Aboriginal peoples. If a dancer cares to share the story of personal regalia, they will do so, because that too is part of the pow-wows.

The traditional men’s dance is an exhibit of ancient but nevertheless ageless provider life-styles. In keeping with the provider status which provision came through hunting and fishing, the dance includes offerings of prayer, and then stalking methods. The components of the dance are intricate and, while it is true that understanding of the specific movements require some knowledge about bush-crafts, the style of the dance is nevertheless greatly appreciated by everyone, no matter the degree of their knowledge.

The women’s traditional dance has its roots in ancient female ceremonial expression and social responsibility. Women are recognized as the beings most closely connected to the earth, and their social responsibility is expressed in kindness, generosity, and gentleness in the use of the earth and the respectful treatment of all its beings. The traditional dance demonstrates the grace of responsibility through easy times and hard times.

The grass dance is a recognition of the value of the earth beings who provide the unfailing sustenance for human life. The dance is done to a slower tempo than the other dances because the dance is about the quietness of the natural world, as well as its beauty, grace, and particularly the earth’s stability. The dance is specific to a very certain mind-set, and is the result of dreaming. The jingle dress dance is also dreamt, and the dreamer designs her outfit according to the dream. The jingle dress dance represents the Aboriginal peoples’ willingness to share Turtle Island with the world. The willingness is demonstrated through the incorporation of colonial trade goods into Aboriginal social life, thus the use and transformation of tin and, later, aluminum into decoration to be used in celebratory gatherings.

The fancy dance is the descendant of the old-time war-dance and demonstrates the energy and exuberance of encountering challenges. Of course, Aboriginal notion of war in pre-Columbian times had nothing to do with mass death and destruction. War was about making and answering challenges and demonstrating superiority in strategy and general all-around willingness. Death, blood, and gore was introduced along with scalping, iron knives, and gunpowder, as was the concept of exploitation, at any and all costs, for the purposes of trade. A part of the war-dance is the celebration of the blessings of the Great Creator, and the attendant evidence of such blessings. For instance, that it is possible for a human being to be like the wonderful and beautiful flying creatures, in desire and appreciation.

The Junior and Children’s categories of dance are a recognition of how natural people model themselves after their elders in both lifestyle and spiritual expression. The presence of the young people demonstrates the inclusion of cross-generational representation within Aboriginal cultures. Since it is only recently that pow-wows are experiencing a revival as an important social aspect of Native cultures, not all parents are of the mind-set that pow-wows are of value to their children and do not take the time to make sure their children attend the pow-wows. It has become common practice that children adopt pow-wow families. That adoption is an amazing phenomenon but it is another demonstration of the traditional practice of the Aboriginal extended family.

Being a judge of the competitive dancers is a very specific job. The competitors are subject to a points system that includes completeness of regalia, dance style, and participation, to name just a few considerations. Judges are usually people who have been competition dancers or who are experienced with pow-wow organization. Some pow-wows have one set of judges for the entire competition, but there are pow-wows who have judges for each category of competition. It is the decision of the organizers whether to have one panel of judges or several. The decision is usually made according to available funds, because at the very least, judges are billeted and fed. There are pow-wows that have been organized for years as an annual event and are able to provide judges with stipends in exchange for their knowledge of dancing and singing.

The drums and singers are usually invited. First of all, a host drum is chosen, and their responsibility is to keep the rounds of songs going. An additional responsibility is to sing the songs chosen by the dancers in the competition categories. There are a great many styles of songs, and the host drum is required to know as many of the styles as possible. The Master of Ceremonies works in conjunction with the drums, and is usually a singer, too. The M.C. is the public voice of all the pow-wow business from housekeeping items to introduction of traditional aspects to general announcements. The M.C. is the general all-around facilitator whose presence and sense of organization keeps everyone informed of the necessities attendant to such a gathering.

An important aspect of the pow-wows is the inter-tribal cohesiveness that is a part of Indigenous cultures. All tribal peoples come together in the spirit of respect and honour, and have a good time in being together. Not all Native people are pow-wow dancers or singers, but there are those who enjoy being around the dancing and singing. Those people are the entrepreneurs who set up craft stands or food booths, and they, too, are a part of the pow-wows. Their presence provides great comfort to the hungry and thirsty dancers and singers.

Then there are the pow-wow organizers. They bear the responsibility of ensuring that all visitors are made as comfortable as possible and that the event progresses smoothly. They answer all inquiries, direct people both participants and audience members to required places, and keep refreshments available for the dancers and singers. The organizers pour all their energy and enthusiasm into the two-day event, usually on an annual basis. They do it for the love of the gathering, and to use the opportunity to express great personal pride in the cultures of their people. The pow-wow, whether it is competitive or not, is again an expression of the uniqueness of the Indigenous cultures from the land that is now called the North American continent.

Part 11

December 1993 / January 1994

The Aboriginal community in Kitchener-Waterloo and surrounding area, which includes Cambridge and Guelph, is organizing a major cultural event to be held in June of 1994.  The purpose of the event is to provide the community-at-large with information and education about contemporary Native people.  It is the experience of K-W’s Native community activists that the demand for public speaking engagement and presentations is greater than their availability.  It is also the pubic-speakers’ experience that groups and individuals who make such requests actually become perturbed that their request cannot be accommodated.  This specific situation is only one reason for the need for education about Native people.

According to the latest Statistics Canada figures, the Native population in Canada is 4% of the entire population.  That makes the Aboriginal population very much a minority, and it stands to reason that Native community workers would also be very much a minority group.  Native community workers are under heavy pressure and demand from the non-Native community, specifically, because they are expected to be articulate and knowledgeable about Aboriginal experience, history and politics.  Most Native people are knowledgeable about their personal experience as indigenous peoples, but not everyone is a public-speaker.  Again, those who are public-speakers are stretched to the limit, in terms of existing workloads plus the drain on personal energies, time, and availability.  Of course, it is very gratifying to have such interest expressed in Native cultures, but again,  patience please, while Native communities adapt to all this attention after five centuries of indifference from the colonial descendants.

The cultural event will attempt to make information available on a scale that will, hopefully, reach the greatest number of people possible.  The event will also be advertised in Europe.  The European advertising will be done thanks to non-Native friends who have expressed their willingness to post flyers on their overseas trips.  It is a problem that so little information about the realities of the complete Aboriginal cultures is made available.  Contemporary Europeans, for example, honestly believe that Canada’s Aboriginal peoples live in teepees or igloos.  When Europeans visit Canada, that is what they expect to see, and they are conspicuously disappointed to find that that is not the condition.

Not only is there a dearth of information, but so much o f the so-called information that is available is wrong.  There is an over-extension of misconceptions that goes beyond stereotyping, as far as the realities of Aboriginal social, political, and economic life is concerned.  Socially, Native people are not recognized for the contributions they have made to the stability of this country, particularly, in their insistence on maintaining cohesive  communities that recognize the importance of inter-generational respect, i.e. youth and old people have an equal contribution to offer.  Politically, that they have a special and unique relationship with the government that no one else has, and that relationship is crucial because history has proven that there would not be any Aboriginal people today were it not for this relationship.  Economically, that the Aboriginal  stewardship tradition may be the last stronghold against the total depletion of natural resources when sane management of natural resources may well keep Canada’s economy viable during actively changing global economics.

Historically, anthropology and other social sciences have wreaked havoc on the dignity of Aboriginal cultures.  But dignity has been maintained by Native people simple because Indigenous peoples are tenacious, but more importantly, any complete and viable culture has no other alternative except to continue.  Only physical genocide has any absolute impact  on dissolution of culture.  It is such havoc that will be absolved through active support for the dissemination of information from the Native perspective that will begin to outweigh the fallacies and misconceptions that perpetuate stereotypes and racist ideology toward Canada’s minority  Aboriginal population.

One of the pressing misconceptions experienced by urban Native people is the assumption that all organizations are eligible for federal program dollars.  Only urban organizations such as Friendship Centres are eligible, but not organizations such as Weejeendimin Native Resource Centre.  Native Friendship Centres serve the purpose of assisting in the adaptation of Native people to urban life when they move from the reserve.  A reserve must  be in close proximity to an urban area.  The closest reserve to K-W is the Six Nations Reserve, and the government believes that the existing Friendship Centres in Toronto, Hamilton, and London are sufficient to the criteria.  Not only that, but he Six Nations Reserve has long been self sufficient.  The Native population of K-W and surrounding area is very inter-tribal, and falls into every legal category of status and non-status that the federal government recognizes or not.  In short, the federal government does not recognize Weejeendimin Native Resources Centre.

Weejeendimin operates on a minimal staff and program budget through the provincial  Ministry of Community and Social Services.  When Weejeendimin desires to implement a project or program that does not fall within the program budget (and many do not, particularly the cultural-maintenance endeavour) the staff and community as a whole does fund-raising, just like the other agencies and organizations in the Waterloo Region.  But because the fallacy continues that all Native organizations have access to generous federal dollars, the non-Native attendance at K-W’s Native community fund-raisers is low, so the K-W Native community, essentially supports itself.  The other solution to the funding conundrum is extremely frugal management of available dollars, which has been so effective that Weejeendimin continues to serve the Aboriginal population of 11,000 in the Waterloo Region after seven years, plus fielding an average of five daily inquiries from non-Native population on any and all matters pertaining to  Canada’s indigenous peoples.  All that is accomplished and maintained by the staff, directors, volunteers, and membership despite being belaboured by the “lazy, no-good, drunken Indian standing-in-line for a welfare hand-out” stereotype.    Thus the need for a cultural event that will provide a forum for the dissemination of information about Aboriginal people.

Part 12

February / March 1994

you assume that because YOU do not know what WE are talking about, that we do not know what we are talking about

~ Sandi Way, President, KW Urban Native Wigwam Project ( July 1993)

The occasion for the preceding quotation was a question and answer period following a request by representatives of the K-W First Nations community for official support from the City of Kitchener Finance Committee for the K-W First Nations Cultural Event ’94.  The remark was made when it became obvious that the committee was having difficulty visualizing the form of an Aboriginal Cultural Event.  The quotation is significant in its attitude of frustration and impatience with the ever-present marginalization of Native cultures.  The quote bears greater significance because it clearly demonstrates the lack of consensual communication between Native people and others.  It is a major existing barrier to Aboriginal participation in Canadian society.

Aboriginal people in Canada live within cultures that occur simultaneously with Canadian society.  Aboriginal cultures are smaller societies within the larger Canadian structure.  The simultaneous  cultures of Aboriginal peoples are not  recognized for many reasons.  The major reason is euro-centrism which has always been the foundation for the annihilation of Indigenous cultures.  Cultural annihilation occurs in many forms but one of the constant and most effective is through the practice of marginalization.

Marginalization of Native cultures is supported by many aspects of contemporary general society.  Blatant stereotypes, active racism, and ignorance bred by disinterest aside, the finite obstacles to full participation in Canadian society, by Native people, are deeply entrenched.  Another five hundred years of association between Aboriginal people and the European descendants may be required to undo the damage to the relationship between the two groups.  A basic obstacle is communication.

Native people communicate well.  English has become the common language between all groups  of Aboriginal peoples from the various linguistic stocks.  When Native people speak with each other, as groups of people, the groups comprehend each others’ ideas.  But Native people are attempting  to communicate with representatives of society who are confined to a single operating sociological philosophy that does not admit the existence of other social philosophies.  The continuing refusal to recognize and affirm this existence stops the organization of the effective work that could lay the groundwork for not only a peaceful co-existence, but a co-existence that would greatly benefit every single citizen of the country.

When Native scholars attempt to communicate cultural values and standards, particularly those of social organization and structure, the attempts are minimalized as ‘ideals’.  Ideals said in such a tone and manner that clearly demonstrates a belief in the unattainability of a better life because the ‘ideals’ cannot possibly be real.  So the greater society continues to live in its dire social circumstances.  What euro-centrism fails to consider is that the ‘ideals’ existed in this land 500 years ago as everyday life.

Language groups existed with an universal communication available, if necessary.  Tolerance of differences made it possible for diverse cultures to live side by side, in peace.  Roads existed because communication with distant peoples was important to the state of peace.  Scientists constantly developed medicines and treatments for physical fallibilities.  Individuals practiced their right to speak and be heard on prevailing issues.  The ‘ideal’ was a way of life on this continent five hundred years ago.

When Native people talk about ‘going back‘, those social conditions are what they are talking about.  No one means wearing hide clothes or living in teepees or birch bark wigwams.  The past five centuries of the exploitation of lumber has made birch bark extremely difficult  to obtain anyway!  Please pardon the facetiousness, but it is no less facetious that contemporary white leadership continues to believe that Aboriginal people yearn for yesterday.

Native people know the physical paradise that the early European explorers found here is gone now.  But what Native people have managed to hand on to is a philosophical paradise, which has resulted in emotional and spiritual well-being.  It is true that that well-being is barely recognizable and appears to be only tattered remnants, but North America does remain the last stronghold of peace in the entire world;  And that is because the very ground that we all walk upon today was saturated, imbued with an unequivical tolerance of differences.

One of the timeless ceremonies of the Great Lakes Aboriginal people is the sweatlodge.  Anyone who participates in the sweatlodge reaches a point of realization in their spiritual maturity that they, like all the rest of the sweatlodge participants, are waiting.  The wait is based on a pre-Columbian prophecy that foretold the great and devastating changes in store for this continent’s original people.  One of the changes would be the absence of peace, but that peace would return.  A sign of that peace would be when all the races of the earth who converge on this continent would have a representative in the sweatlodge.  There are four colours of people on this planet: black, white, red and yellow.  There are now three of those peoples participating in the sweatlodge.

Native people understand that it is only a matter of time before all the races live in harmony with each other.  But impatience seeps through occasionally.  So, in spite of the obstacles to communication, Aboriginal people will continue to attempt to induce others to come to terms with the reality of this continent, this Turtle Island.

Part 13

April / May 1994

It is ironical that the following article was nearing completion when tragedy  struck a Native family in Kitchener-Waterloo.  The family was expecting a child.  They were joyful and delighted in their anticipation of the child’s arrival.  The child was carried to term, then something went wrong.  The baby died before the delivery.

The family experienced greater emotional hardship in that the mother was required to continue on with the pregnancy until modern medicine induces the baby to be delivered.  The mother opted to remain in hospital until the delivery.  The process required days of waiting for the medicine to take effect.  The father remained at the mother’s side, so the hospital set up a cot for him in her room.

The Native community experienced a sense of great loss for the family, as well as for themselves, at the death of this child.  Friends of the family, and there were a great many of them, made sure that someone was with the family at all times, as they waited in the hospital.  The loss of the little life is felt with heart-wrenching sorrow.  But of equal sorrow is the suffering of the family while they awaited the delivery.

The funeral home provided the family with the necessary undertaking services as well as a coffin for the infant.  The gesture is immeasurably kind and will be remembered with deep respect by the Native people in Kitchener.

Our hearts have broken for the family, and for ourselves, and we will carry them in our prayers while they heal from their suffering and pain.

Native humour functions within the realities of human fallacy.  Human fallacy is ironic and absurd.  Native people do not laugh at horror, tragedy, or individual misfortune.  But laughter does definitely occur often;  as often as the ironies and absurdities that occur in abundance in everyday life.  Consequently, Native people laugh a lot, but only within our own company.  We have learned to be sombre in our faces as we walk through the white world.

We learn to laugh very early in life.  We learn to tease and be teased.  The teasing has little to do with ridicule so it is not hurtful.  If teasing does hurt someone, then that individual is in need of healing.  The source of the hurt is determined, and a healing process begins.  An individual is considered healed when the ability to laugh returns.

The individuals within solid communities know each other personally.  It is within the personal proximity of communities that individual emotional boundaries are a constant consideration and those boundaries are respected.  The new-comer, the young, and the immature learn quickly which personal boundaries cannot be violated by simply observing the collective reaction to the things they may say.  If there is no reaction, collectively, then they have overstepped established boundaries.  Stern words or a stern manner are not necessary; silence is sufficient correction.

Perhaps the source for the stereotype that Native people do not look others in the eye is that  a part of the silence of correction is that no one looks at the person who has committed the social gaffe.  It is necessary to add to the existing atmosphere of embarrassment because to look at the person is construed as encouragement to go on with whatever is being said.  Even the offender’s feelings and dignity are treated with great consideration within Native social structure.

Life is hard.  Everyone experiences loss and deprivation.  The aspects of pain are emotional and spiritual, as well as physical.  There are degrees of loss but life’s greatest losses each hold great pain, no matter the aspect.  The burden of life’s realities and difficulties is relieved  by the ability to perceive the humour in human interaction that is rife with ridiculous happenstance.

Within Native cultural, psychological structure, laughter is the embodiment of the spirit of the clown.  In pre-Columbian times and in some Native communities today, the spirit of the clown is acknowledged and incorporated into gatherings and ceremonies.  Certain gifted  individuals are disguised in clothing that is appropriate to the event, and turned loose to wreak havoc on the seriousness of whatever may be occurring.  The clothing is perverse, extreme, and slightly askew, and is in itself a mockery of the occasion.  The clowns are anonymous, and it is  a favored game to attempt to discover the clown’s identity, but stories have it that identities have never been discovered.  The favorite targets, and more frequently than not, the sole target of the clowns are the persons who may be officiating over the event.

The clowns are weird, scary, and hilarious entities who simply represent the paradoxical nature of human beings.  They serve as reminders of two important aspects of the Way of Peace.  First, that no one is superior to anyone else, and, second, that to be too serious endangers the common good.

As with the rest of Native culture, the clowns almost disappeared.  And evidence of the clown is slow in returning but the return will happen as Native people reclaim the parts of their cultures that is in keeping with the Way of Peace.

Europeans once practiced the tradition of the clown.  The clowns were called ‘fools‘ or, more romantically, ‘jesters‘.  Their existence and participation were, more than likely, for the same reasons that North American Indian clowns were an integral part of Aboriginal ceremony.  But the contemporary ascribed humour of the European descendants may be too narrow and constricted to permit the re-emergence of the ‘fool‘.  Or maybe not.

Part 14

June / July 1994

My mother was one of many Mishomsuk / Nokumsuk (Grandfathers and Grandmothers) from throughout the Great Lakes area to be invited to serve as resource at the National Assembly of the Sault Ste Marie Tribe of Chippewa Indians.  The conference was a week-long event in June of this year, and was held in Kinross, Michigan.  The National Assembly was called by the Tribal Chairperson and the Board of Directors, or as they are known in Canada, the Chief and Council.  The assembly is a unification strategy on behalf of the entire Tribe that has been scattered, over the years, throughout Michigan and Ontario.  (*for the purpose of this article, the Tribe will be referred to as “community’s” given the widespread location of its settlements and villages).  The administrative body of the Tribe has its headquarters in Sault Ste Marie, Michigan on Shunk Road.

Since federal recognition was secured by Proclamation of the Secretary of the Interior, on December 31, 1974, as directed by the U.S. Congress, the Tribe has established economic independence.  In the U.S. federal recognition is very important to tribes because the specific relationship overrides all other authority: state, municipal, etc.  The specific relationship guarantees the absence of accountability to myriad authorities which  have been proven to only bog tribal economic efforts.  Tribes who are federally-recognized are accountable only to the federal government.

Very few Congresspeople actively supported the Tribe’s claim, so the recognition was effected by the powerful case presentations of their Congressional supporters.  One of the winning arguments was that the Tribe’s right to recognition had been legally established in 1927, and that a representative delegation had been meeting intermittently but with absolute tenacity with the government since.  If nothing else, the Tribe had proven it had no intention of giving up and going away.  In the meantime, the lack of Congressional action condemned the Tribe to Third World economic and social conditions.

The Tribe’s first order of business was to organize the projects that would alleviate, with singular immediacy, the conditions of poverty on Shunk Road.  At that time, the conditions were so appalling on Shunk Road that the community was one of ten that was featured by the major national American newsmagazine in a pictorial entitled “Poverty in America”.  The Tribe upgraded and stabilized the communitys’ shelter and nutritional needs.

The the Tribe built a casino.  The Keewandin Casino is the basis for the communitys’ economic independence.  There are many negatives that have been attached to the development of the casino, but none of the negatives have appeared so far.  The evidence of savvy management of the casino’s cash flow is in the administration of the money within the communitys’.

The enrolled membership as well as the Tribe’s extensive association with non-members from throughout the continent, have benefited in the most positive way.

The 1994 National Assembly offered informational presentations on the progress of the social and economic issues, as prioritized by the Tribe.  There was  a vast display of the Tribe’s present endeavours in entrepreneurial business as formed by individuals within the Tribe side-by-side with the information displays about the community organization projects.  Two of the most interesting community project displays was bout Child Welfare and the Tribe’s historical documentation and archival processes.  All of the Assembly’s workshops, displays, security, housekeeping, and meals were done by the Tribe’s two-thousand employees and departmental staff.

The presence of the Mishomsuk / Nokomsuk was a deliberate reminder that the Tribe is culture-specific and all of its business, decision-making processes and conduct is culturally oriented.  In contemporary time, the old people are recognized as the Keepers of the Language.  They know the language and pass it on.  Their knowledge and willingness to teach ensures the North American Aboriginal peoples’ claim to protection of Nationhood under International Law.  The old people whose hearts have been gentled by time and a life of reflection also provide an atmosphere of warmth and security to their descendants who are emotionally and spiritually battered by the era and society of harshness and violence in spite of which Aboriginal culture is maintained.  The children are the proof of hope and the old people are proof that hope succeeds.

A Sacred Fire was lit on the first dawn of the Assembly and kept burning throughout the week.  The Fire was attended by a Bod-Wad-Mi (Keeper of the Fire) representative and his helpers, who came from the Bod-Wad-Mi, Ojibway (Keeper of the Faith), Lenni Lenape, and Tuscarora NationsThe FireKeepers all came from north of the Bahwating (great white rapids), and is called by the European descendants, the American-Canadian border.  The FireKeepers were not only the keepers of the spiritual side of this Aboriginal gathering, but also the reminder that the border that separates Aboriginal people is not of the Turtle Island peoples’ making.

The Assembly was not without its cultural glitches and gaffes.  The assimilation factor reared its ugly head on occasion.  To recount a few incidents of assimilation: a family wanted to set their camp in the eastern door of the gathering’s circle, and became angry when asked to move.  Also, the overnight security checked with their supervisor before allowing the night-time FireKeepers access to the coffee pot.  But the entrenchment of assimilation is beginning to erode, and is a wonderful thing to witness.

Mother and I left the Assembly with a sense of admiration and respect for the Tribe.  They have incorporated into the Tribe a complete agreement that the cultural values of their ancestors must be applied in all of their tribal business.  None of the tribal business is exclusionary.  The Tribe is increasingly successful in the development of a relationship of reciprocity with state and local governments, and the public sector.  They are well on their way to out-stepping the results of assimilation into euro-centric society, and are truly an amazing phenomenon.  It is communitys’ like the Sault Ste Marie Tribe of Chippewa Indians who are leaders in the re-surgence of the Way of Peace.

December 31, 1994 will be twenty year anniversary of the federal recognition of the Tribe.  The Annual New Year’s Eve Pow-Wow is sure to be an exceptional event.  All are welcome to attend, participate and observe.

VOLUME 5 #1  1996

Gilbert Oskaboose is a regular columnist for the First Perspective, which is an Aboriginal publication. In the most recent issue, he points out that cliches remain with us simply because they contain socially-applicable truths that are constant. The cliche about religion and spirituality is an excellent description of what Native people have come to believe since contact with the European derived institutions of missionaries and missionization. The belief is not held by all Native people, of course, but by those whose lives are dedicated to bringing about the re-institution of the precepts of pre-Columbian sociology.

Native cultures revolve around ancient beliefs of rightness and wrongness. If people conduct themselves with a consciousness that contributes to the rightness of the world, (the “world” as each individual understands it), then the world will continue to regenerate its necessary stability.  For each of us, awareness of our world begins with our kin which expands naturally into our communities.  And, of course, within the context of the late twentieth century, the world that has developed a global connection.

There is no word for sin in Aboriginal languages.  Words for the wrongs that human beings commit have more to do with self-hurt and how that self-hurt impacts others. Native people also have no word for hell.  If a person does not live right, then the consequence is that he hurts himself. Life is hard, and the minimization of rightness in one’s life compounds the difficulty. On an individual basis, it follows that if a person lives in such a way that he hurts himself continuously, then he lives in his own hell.

Native cultures are organized in such a way that social interaction is imbued with tolerance and patience. When a person seeks to change his life from wrongness and hurtfulness, he is guided by those who can assist him in how to make the transition. The people who can lend such assistance understand the obstacles one faces in changing for the better. The reason for the understanding is that they once did not live right.

Not living right occurs in varying degrees, and the judge of the damage that results is the individual himself. When the individual is responsible for self-judgement, he is also forced to reflect on his conduct and the consequences of his hurtfulness. It follows that reflection on personal wrong conduct and subsequent consequences creates a formulation of serious and appropriate reparation. Within Native cultures, assisting others where one can is considered apt reparation. The result is one achieves the ability to provide guidance to those who request it. It is a self-perpetuating social support system.

Spirituality is an intrinsic aspect of an individual, family, or community that perceives itself as responsible in assisting others in assuming their place in the rightful course of the world. Determination of a rightful course comes about through experience with wrong, actual or potential, active or through observation only. The ability to interpret, through verbal expression, one’s own experience empowers one to help others. Since time immemorial, Native people have understood that being well-balanced, physically and meta-physically, hinges on their contribution to the well-being of others.

And, if we are free to help others, that freedom ensures an all-encompassing fearlessness that requires no concepts of sin or hell. The fearlessness occurs because we understand that the Great Creator made us part of the world, and although we are part of the larger scheme, nothing occurs that we must face alone. For the literal-minded, yes, we all must be alone at times, but when we live with the consciousness of the spirituality of being, then isolation becomes a solitude worthy of reflection.

Aboriginal Grandmothers and Grandfathers tell us that what exists in that reflection is the truth of who and what we are. A life well-lived, and in some cases, well-mended, will be apparent when we reflect. Those who change their lives to a better way and are successful, never again feel the need to hurt themselves. They have developed a consciousness that their very existence has meaning, and inherent in that meaning is a sense of individual responsibility to the well-being of the world. They have been in hell, now they are free to exercise those feelings of their connectedness to everything around them. That is the spirituality of North America’s Aboriginal peoples.

VOLUME 7 #1  1998
Carleen is currently the Station Manager of CHFN 100.3 FM at her home First Nation, Cape Crocker (Neeyaashiingnigmiing) on the Bruce Peninsula. The radio station is owned and operated by the Chippewas of Nawash

The news is Aboriginal peoples have always had their own social scientists. Further, contemporary Aboriginal social scientists work within a philosophical conundrum. The impact of which forces their reluctant presence in the larger society.

The conundrum is Aboriginal cultures’ philosophical foundation as it is being interpreted by Native people who are greatly influenced by euro-centrism, but who will attach the term‘cultural’ to their work, and which is then accepted by the larger society as valid truths. All of which undermines the vast existing Aboriginal social sciences which must be protected from further erosion by those Native people who can differentiate between the reality of pre-assimilation values and ethics, and those brought to North America.

The source of the reluctance to facilitate a greater presence in general society is the emotional difficulty of having to generate the extraordinary persistence that is required to keep attempting to communicate with a society that is locked into one form of thought and process. The attempts at communication are diverse, and include such forums as organizing university courses that try to introduce the myriad aspects of Aboriginal cultures to whomever may be interested.

Another forum of course, are Native writers who have begun to document the precepts of Aboriginal moral and ethical values. The formal documentation has proceeded because the results of assimilation into euro-centric conduct and thought is evident in the serious erasing of Aboriginal cultures. The written documentation is itself a departure from traditional oral interaction, but it is a measure of the desire, and perhaps, considerable desperation, to communicate with the majority population.

Native social scientists understand what Aboriginal cultures have to offer to society-at-large, but time has become a pressing issue. We continue to die at an alarming rate. Our deaths come about through disease, accident, suicide, and domestic or social violence. The causal factors for our high early mortality rate have been proven by non-Native researchers, such as Thomas Berger, time and time again to be the results of forced assimilation. The continuing interference in the social processes of Aboriginal cultures is a guarantee of our complete annihilation.

How is the interference perpetuated within the seemingly inclusive atmosphere of human rights for all? Aboriginal peoples are forced to appear to have assimilated in order to participate in the available social contract. One incident that comes to mind, and it is only one of many incidents, but it is an excellent example of what is commonplace for Native people who function within the larger society.

The story is as follows: there was a federally-funded project whose sponsors were a non-Native group. The project itself was formulated and submitted by Native people, but the sponsors were the administrators. The project was designed in such a way to contain the necessary flexibility warranted by the unrecognized obligations of Native employees who consciously maintain their cultural responsibilities. One of the employees was an Eagle Feather Staff Carrier. He received a request from a Band (“Band”: within the meaning of the Indian Act) to bring the Staff to be with them during a particularly difficult period of federal land claims negotiations.

Although the Eagle Feather Staff’s home was with a community other than the Band, the community cultural mentors gave their permission for the Staff to accompany the Band. The Staff Carrier believed he was secure in his position with the project, given the structure of the project’s policies and built-in latitude to enable meeting one’s cultural responsibilities. So he gave oral notice that he would be away, and began preparing the Staff for the upcoming events.

Another factor was that the trip would, in reality, have been an extension of his job, so he could receive his pay.

Two days before he left, the sponsor group’s on-site supervisor requested a meeting with the employee. The supervisor said the lack of formal notification made his leaving impossible but that there was an available option. The option was that the Staff Carrier could remain in his job if he applied for unpaid leave-of-absence. Rather than continue his experience of the interminable justification of his cultural responsibilities to the non-Native-in-power, the Staff Carrier quit his job.

There were other very unpleasant factors involved in the preceding example, but the essentials are included in the story.

The point is that there are no facets of Aboriginal peoples’ cultural responsibilities that are recognized as inherent in North America’s general social system. The air is rotten with verbal support of Aboriginal peoples’ right to culture, but the right to actual practice continues to lie at the mercy of a euro-centric society.  So, although cultural responsibilities are a reality for Aboriginal people, those responsibilities are practiced within a vacuum created by the unremitting inability of general society’s social issues leaders to listen to, and hear what Native people are really saying.  The horror of the continuing situation is that it is one more source of frustration and despondence for Aboriginal peoples that only compounds the historical practice of genocide by European colonialism.

In the meantime, the cultural responsibilities of the Eagle Feather Staff Carrier will remain those individual’s priority.

Each community has its own process for choosing the person who is most suitable to carry their group’s spiritual flag. The more important aspect is that the Eagle Feather Staff re-assume its rightful place on behalf of indigenous peoples. The Staff represents all of this continent’s First Nations, but is carried mainly as a reminder that the spirit of the eagle oversees how well Native peoples are maintaining their awareness of the Great Mystery, and how well they are proceeding with the attendant commitments of such recognition.

VOLUME 9 #1  2000

This article is being written after thirty-two years of personal experience singing with big drums from all around this continent. From the first time I ever heard the big drum, I have loved the sound of it. As I stood at that very first drum, listening and watching, I wanted to sing too.

Over time, I learned the rules of the big drum, as practiced by the Anishinabek of the Great Lakes.

In my early days, I was taught the difference between the social and the ceremonial drum: it is the social drum that I chose to sing with.  The social drum songs are sung in chants, rather than words, and the reason for it is another example of the vast wisdom, generosity, and kindness of the people from whom we are descended.

There was once over six hundred tribes on this continent before the European explorers brought disease and deadly violence to us. Each of those tribes had their own language, but they all inter-acted with each other, doing business and socializing; all were welcome to dance or to sing at the drum.  There was a language barrier, so a way was devised that everyone, who wanted to, could sing.  That way is a melody and a chant .. (yah hey yah way yo); the chant is easy to pick up, no matter what language one may speak.  Our ancestors, wise, generous and kind, found ways to include people rather than leave anyone out.

The melodies and chants are easy to pick up, but it takes lengthy training to become a good singer.  At the big drum, there are two measures of a singer- One: the Head Singer should be able to indicate to anyone sitting at the drum that it is their turn to lead a song. Two: during a song, the Head Singer should be able to indicate to a singer that it is their turn to lead.

The Head Singer of a big drum has many obligations and responsibilities. The first is to know the songs and be able to sing all the types of songs .. flag songs and honour songs are just two of many sorts of songs that may be required.

The Head Singer may also feel the strong personal obligation to pass on the songs, and that means being able to teach. These days, Head Singers have the additional responsibilities of transporting or providing gas money to their singers; making make sure that the singers do not go hungry, and that they have shelter. A Head Singer is able to lead for a two-day pow-wow.

He is also responsible for distributing any money that may come to the drum, based on his judgement of how far along a novice singer may be in their learning. Finally, Head Singers compose songs.

Neyaashiinngnigmiing’s own Mark LaVallee has composed big drum songs, one of which is sung throughout this continent.

My whole family sings at the big drum. There is nothing to compare to sitting behind my brother and his sons, following their songs, singing with his wife and daughter and with my Mother and my daughter. Singers love to sing, this is what fulfills us.

VOLUME 10 #1  2004

During the past year, one of the family’s young women decided to accept the marriage proposal of her longtime friend. When the wedding invitation arrived in the mail, I knew that I would enjoy a pleasant, refreshing weekend with the many relatives and friends of this youthful, enthusiastic couple. Just as importantly, the wedding would bring the family together for a much anticipated joyful event; a gathering for other than the usual reason where, as one of the less tactful nephews put it, “no one is laid out”.

The wedding ceremony would take place at a campground that was designed by a local Aboriginal entrepreneur who wanted to showcase various eras of Native life from pre-Columbian time up to the present. The location of the camp is on a highway that is considered to be one of the major thoroughfares through the tourist area on the Bruce Peninsula; the actual location being a few kilometers south of Tobermory. Visiting the camp was a personal new experience and again, an event to be anticipated. Having passed the camp with its narrow highway frontage many times and only noting its location in a most casual manner, it was a pleasant discovery that the camp itself was large and very well laid out. Before my departure from home to the camp, the mother of the bride informed me that all the young relatives and friends would be expected to camp out or make themselves comfortable in one of the many teepees but that cabins had been reserved for all the older relatives including me. That was very good news and I accepted the circumstances as a wonderful gift because having had major surgery at the end of March, I was still struggling with minor post-operative inconveniences and being provided with a sense of privacy was very much appreciated.

Packing for the weekend included not only personal luggage but cooking utensils and the ingredients for my contribution to the wedding feast which was a venison and wild rice soup. My nephew’s wife had given me a large venison roast as their contribution to the feast and while my mother and I usually have a cache of wild rice, this was the last of our rice that would be used in the soup. But since it is summertime and is the visiting season we expect lots of company who always bring gifts, I expect the jar in which we store our rice will fill up again soon.

On my arrival at the camp, friends of the groom who had travelled for the wedding from the state of Indiana greeted me with smiles and welcome.

All of my bags and various accoutrements were sorted, this to the cabin, that to the kitchen or refrigerator and were carried off. Whenever I encounter such eager youthful helpfulness these days, I feel nostalgia for the days not too long ago that I was one of the ones who lent my energy and physical well-being to helping others. Now I find myself on the receiving end of fabulous graciousness.

The cabin was located in a cedar grove; it was tiny and beautiful with a very comfortable double bed, a bedside bench, hooks on the wall, and a small heater for the cold nights. Right outside the cabin door was a picnic table and a fire pit and at the end of that was the path to the outhouse. The camp does have a central building that has flush toilets and showers but my cabin was located in an area of the camp that was a bit of a distance from that building. Because I had been told about the somewhat rustic conditions, my packing had included a washbasin, washcloth and towel for my early morning rising and I had brought a large jug for my own water. I planned to avail myself of the modern facilities after my much loved cup of coffee.

When nightfall came about, everyone who had arrived were all settled into their accommodations and campfires were lit and the serious visiting began. The night became chilly but the campfire and company provided all the warmth necessary.

As usual when the company is pleasant, I stayed awake past my usual bedtime. But when I thought of the large venison roast I would have to start cutting up early next morning I decided to leave the fire to go to my cabin for a rest. Since I had forgotten to bring a flashlight, one of the young people with a torchlight escorted me back through the cedar grove. Settling to sleep was very nice, then a middle of the night trip to the outhouse brought an earlier than planned adventure; just a small adventure. The cabin had an outside light but the cast of the light ended at the far side of the picnic table and the outhouse was about four metres beyond that in pitch black. I was very gratified to discover that my bush skills were as good as ever, how to protect my face and keep my footing and just generally get to where I need to go in the dark without injury. Needless to say the walk back to the cabin was much easier because the outside light was visible. I told my little story a few times the next day and the following night the light outside the outhouse was turned on.

On rising the next morning, the camp was very quiet as I strolled to the kitchen to make my coffee.

Other visitors were up and about by the time I was ready to go to the showers. Then it was back to the kitchen to prepare the soup. The camp kitchen was fitted up with all the pots, pans and utensils I could use, including a large soup pot. But I did indulge in one very modern convenience when I planned my packing; I took along my food processor. Speedy preparation of the soup was necessary because other cooks were coming in and I had planned to have all my cooking preparations out of the way and to have the soup on to simmer by the time other cooks arrived. My preparations went very smoothly then it was back to the cabin for a short rest before dressing more formally to meet the newly married couple.

The bride and groom were scheduled to come out of the promises circle at noon. Their best friend met them and carried their marriage pipe for them while they greeted relatives and friends as a newly married couple. Everyone had seen the couple’s ceremonial wedding clothes beforehand but the sight of the couple dressed in formal regalia was breathtaking. The bride wore buckskin with fringes from her shoulders to the ground. She had decided that the lacing was so beautiful that beading was not necessary, instead she wore a bone breastplate, a necklace and, for her braids, a hair rosette all of which were made for her by her future husband as well as carrying a beaded purse also made by him. She wore beaded earrings made by her mother and carried a fan given to her by a loving friend. In the old time way, the bride and groom wore beaded moccasins that they had made for each other. The groom was dressed in a buckskin shirt with a decorated fur mantle, breechcloth, and antique felt leggings that he had beaded himself. He wore a decorated fur turban and carried his dancer’s fan. They walked out of the teepee and came to meet all of us and to come down the line to receive congratulations. At the end of the line, they encountered a surprise. That was the presence of my mother whose attendance was uncertain given her medically frail condition.

She was seated in the car of a friend who had driven her to the encampment. The bride and groom were delighted and honoured that their elderly aunt travelled so far for their special day. There were affectionate greetings all around then my mother and her friend left to return home. Following the Pipe Ceremony, the couple invited everyone to begin the feast. As always, the feast provided a huge amount of food. al the old time foods were available as well as barbequed goodies for the children and whoever else also like hamburgers and hotdogs. The feast ended with the modern tradition of the dessert and wedding cake. The formalities concluded with the bride and groom’s gifting all who were in attendance.

Following the formal part of the ceremony, most of the guests left to get a rest before playtime and the singing and dancing began, all of which went late into the night. The next morning there was a gathering for breakfast before the visitors from the North Shore had to get in line for the Chi-Cheemaun and the long distance travellers from the States including the groom’s brother from Colorado had to begin their journey home.

It was a beautiful weekend spend with the dearly beloved of my lifetime and the new friends I met on this very special occasion. The bride and groom will make their home in Indiana.

VOLUME 11 #1  2006

The following story is about the loss of one of the people that I loved with all of myself and everything I had to offer at the time. My beloved suffered a horrendous death. It was a time of soul wrenching grief for the family and friends who lost one who made such an important contribution to our living circle. His death was accidental but the knowledge of the course of life did not ease the pain of loss for me.

He was only forty nine years old but he had married young and by the time he became a widowed person his children were grown. When he and I joined in our marriage according to the ancient ways of our culture, he took in my own daughter as his own. His children welcomed and loved my daughter as their baby sister. He decided that he would like to retire from his long time job and we should move up north and we did that. When it became apparent that living in a semi-remote area was more than my daughter could manage given the one hundred and twenty mile round trip to High School in Parry Sound, his oldest daughter took our girl to live with her in the States. A friend offered to have us live with him during that winter until we built our own house in the spring time. Our life had fallen into a certain order and we were happy. The accident that took his life occurred in April of 1980.

“Pining away” is the old fashioned phrase that used to be used to describe my condition. I have not heard a contemporary term for what I experienced. When he died, I ate less and less and slept very little. When he died, my mind was in turmoil and I was only able to take care of myself on the most basic level. I then went to live with my brother and his family. Everything I might need was provided for me in my life with these kind people; there were no demands that I was expected to meet and no decisions to make. It was my sister in law who first commented on how thin I was becoming then she also commented on noticing that I went to bed after they did and that I would rise before they did. It was a few days later that she told me she thought I was in serious trouble and, in her gentle way, she suggested that I had better get some help for myself.

When I agreed that I was definitely in pervasive emotional and spiritual disarray, only one person came to mind that would know the help I would need. I had known the man for years and he was the one who led the interment ceremonies for my lost love. I called him and told him I wasn’t doing too well and that actually I thought I might be dying and I didn’t have enough interest in the fact to even care. He said he had been to visit my brother a few times and that he knew where I was and that he would see me in two days. I gave my brother some tobacco and told him that our old friend was coming to do a ceremony for me. I also wanted my brother to understand that although I knew he was capable of doing this ceremony for me that I wanted all of us to be relieved of our sorrow for our loss, including him. Also, on the more practical side, my brother would be the one who could show our visitor from down south the places nearby that would be most conducive to the ceremonial environment.

Our friend arrived and set to work and since it was his work and my brother would help him I don’t know what all was done. I stayed in the house to make the feast for the closing of the ceremony. It would be a ghost feast and the foods were those favored by the dearly departed. For him it was corn soup, roasted turkey with stuffing and giblet gravy, mashed potatoes, corn kernels, turnips, baked scone, fried bread, jello with fruit cocktail and whipped cream, butter cake, apple pie and lemon meringue pie.

At dusk there was a final tobacco offering after which the feast was served. Following the feast, there was a pipe ceremony for all who attended then my brother led everyone out of the room, leaving me and our visitor alone. I knew this was the part of the ceremony when I would receive my instructions on how to break the bindings that were dragging me to the next world and that were interfering with my living in this world as it was meant to be. My instruction was that when everyone had gone to bed that night and I was alone that I was to smudge myself with sweetgrass then verbally recount the sequential events of the death of my beloved from my perspective. My final instruction was that I was to face each direction with my burning sweetgrass braid and say that I would be alright and that my beloved was to go on without me and that both of us would be at peace. Then my friend left to return home that night.

When I heard the family settle down for their night’s rest, I sat in a comfortable easy chair in the living room, lit my sweetgrass, cleansed myself with the smoke then I told my story out loud. I talked about the conversation we had that day over our morning coffee and toast. I said ‘.,You told me you were going on the trapline then you said you weren’t feeling too well. I suggested that you stay home but you said your friend needed you to help gather the catch and that you didn’t want to let him down. A few hours later I heard him come rushing into the house and I could see that he was soaking wet as he ran to his room. When he came out of his room in dry clothes I asked what happened. He told me the canoe had capsized and you both got dumped in the water. I asked where you were and he said he was going to look for you. I waited in the house and he came back and said he couldn’t find you and that he thought you were drowned. He also said the police had been called. As we waited for the police I asked if there was anything he wanted to tell me before the police came. He said when he made it to shore he looked back at you and he could see you struggling in the water close to shore and that you were grabbing for the overhead branches but the water was so rough and you were being dragged downstream then he couldn’t see you anymore.

After the police talked to me I walked to the Chief’s house and made all the necessary phone calls. I couldn’t bring myself to tell your children that you had got lost in the water so I had your brother-in-law do it on my behalf. Your children and my family all arrived the next day and stayed by the water all day to watch the divers search for you. Then that night the old man of the village came to speak to my mother in Ojibway to tell her when the river would give up your body. I waited three weeks for your body to surface. But the day after your children arrived, there was another traveler from down south. He was the person who came to call you out of the water; he was the person who took away the rage and the fear and the pain and the violence of that day in the water. The coroner also reported that you had suffered a massive coronary.,” I relit the sweetgrass and to each direction I said, “I’ll be okay now. Go on.”

After the ceremony, I became again a person with a future. I moved to another city where I was able to find work and my daughter came to live with me again. I learned a great deal during the episode of tremendous loss in my life. But one of the most important things that I learned was the vast distance between what the intellect knows and what the emotional self will accept. I had been taught that life follows a certain course, tragedies might happen and life goes on. But when it happened that I suffered a great loss I needed my family, friends and cultural community to pull me through. During that bad time, I did not have enough strength to help myself and it was my great good fortune that the people in my life saw what was happening to me and were able to guide me to a resumption of the future that was intended.