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 “People” as 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 Nations.  The 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.

Bhagvad Gita

Bhagvad Gita
adapted by Nisha Vyas
(from “Gandhi the Man” by Eknath Easwaran)
April / May 1992

It is one thing to translate the Gita into another language and quite a different thing to translate it into daily living. The first is an intellectual exercise on the surface, no matter how much talent and education be involved. The latter reaches into the deepest of consciousness and leads to a complete change in character and conduct.

The second chapter of Bhagvad Gita ends with a description of the highest state of consciousness a human being can attain.

“When your love is deep enough”, says Krishna to Arjun, “every selfish attachment falls away and takes with it all frustration, insecurity and despair”

Arjun then questions: “How can I recognize such a person? What marks the man who lives always in wisdom and is completely self-confident? Tell me how he behaves and conducts himself when under attack?”

Krishna replies:

He lives in wisdom,
Who sees himself in all and all in him,
Whose love for the lord of love has consumed
Every selfish desire and sense-craving
Tormenting the heart. Not agitated
By grief, not hankering after pleasure,
He lives free from lust and fear and anger.
Fettered no more by selfish attachments,
He is not elated by good fortune
Nor depressed by bad. Such is the seer ….

When you keep thinking about sense-objects
Attachment comes. Attachment breeds desire,
The lust of possession which when thwarted,
Burns to anger. Anger clouds the judgement
And robs of the power to learn from past
Mistakes. Lost is the discriminitive
Faculty, and your life is utter waste.
But when you move amidst the world of sense
>From both attachment and aversion freed,
There comes the peace in which all sorrows end,
And you live in the wisdom of the self.

The disunited mind is far from wise,
How can it meditate? How be at peace?
When you know no peace, how can you know joy?
When you let your mind follow the siren
Call of the senses, they carry away
Your better judgement as a cyclone drives
A boat off the charted course to its doom…

He is forever free who has broken
Out of the ego-cage of I and MINE
To be united with the lord of love
This is the supreme state. Attain thou this
And pass from death to immortality.

For more than fifty years Mahatama Gandhi meditated on those words morning and night and devoted all his effort to translating them into his daily life.

South Slavic Epics

South Slavic Epics
April / May 1992

Dr. Zlatan Colakovic, philologist, folklorist and field-collector, is the author of several books on Ancient Greek Tragedy and South-Slavic Epics and leader of the joint American-Croatian project of field-collecting epics. As a Fulbright Postdoctoral Fellow he specialized in Theory of Oral Literature at Harvard University (1984-1988), and is currently Government of Canada Postdoctoral Award Holder at the University of Waterloo.

South Slavic Muslim Epic recorded in the field, transcribed and translated by Dr. Zlatan Colakovic: who is of Croatian origin, and who has made his dedication to Bosnian Muslims, with love and Compassion

Introduction:
Oral Traditional Literature flourished throughout the history of mankind in “Protean multiformity”, proverbs, incantations, praise and blame songs, laments, hymns, story-telling, short or long lyric and epic poems ..

Heroic Epos, the highest artistic product of illiterate singers of tales, sprang in pre-historic times, long before literacy was invented. It has greatly influenced the written literature. Among Southern Slavic peoples it has been recorded for over five centuries. The Southern Slavs of Muslim faith preserved the traditional oral myth-making until today. Their songs are lengthier than Christian, and artistically more developed. The best Muslim singers of tales create traditional songs lasting for many hours. They make their decasyllable verses, accompanied by instrument gusle or tambura, at an incredible speed of 10-20 verses in one minute. They believe that the stories they are retelling, learned from the older singers, are the “true history”. The stories themselves have a mythic background, and are extremely ancient. Indeed, many scholars, including myself, believe that South Slavic Muslim Epics are pre-Homeric.

During the XIXth Century, Muslim epics were collected by dictation. In the Thirties of the XXth Century, the famous American Homerist:  Milman Parry made an excellent collection of sound-recordings.  Albert Lord and David Bynum continued Parry’s work, and in the Fifties and the Sixties also made fine recordings. All the materials mentioned are kept at Harvard University. The Lord-Bynum Collection from the Sixties, amounting to over 90,000 verses, was transcribed and edited by myself.

In 1989, Marina Rojc-Colakovic (my wife) and I, made our own collection of sound and video tapes.  Thus was the South Slavic Muslim epic poem finally preserved on film for the future.

KOSTRES THE CHIEFTAIN
Epic Poem

Sung by Murat Kurtagic, the illiterate 76 year old singer of tales, on the morning of June 30,1989, in Rozaje, Montenegro, Yugoslavia. Duration: 2 hrs 40 min. of singing; Length : 2,183 verses.

This is the word-for-word translation, whenever possible, from traditional language, which is a mixture of Serbian, Croatian and others such as Turkish, Persian etc. No attempt has been made to better the singer’s text; however, I tried to preserve the rhythm of the original verse, the internal and external rhymes, unusual word order and other poetic devices, the senseless expressions “hey”,”Eh” and so forth, usually at the beginning of the verse, are the singer’s exclamations.

Murat Kurtagic: The song I intend to sing now, about Kostres The Chieftain and about Hrnjicic Mujo [1], I heard from my grandfather Abdul-agha Kurtagic, when I was a small boy.
Zlatan Colakovic: Please start.
… long instrumental introduction …

Aah, my gusle, of instrument of mine,
I sing with you around the world.
We know all that is taking place,
Where someone dies, and where someone is born
Then, we know what happened before,
How the first people lived,
Eh, what the memory they left behind.
One morning as the day just broke
Mujo the sirdar in his chamber awoke.
As the dawn clapped its wings,
Everything on the Earth illuminated.
Mujo equipped himself on time,
Hey, according to his religious custom.
While bowing the early morning prayer,
He prayed to God the Master.
When he had finished it
He sat amongst the windows
On the golden soft pillow.
And in the pillow feathers were stuffed.
And his true-love prepared him coffee.
Coffee drinks Master Mujo the sirdar.
Coffee he drank, and finished it.
It did not take so long a time
When the knocker clanged on the door.
The knocker heavy, the iron door,
So the clang is heard from a far.
(tuning of the one-stringed gusle without pause)
So the clang is heard from a far.
Mujo the sirdar, when the knocker he heard,
The sirdar has no servants,
So he jumped on his swift feet,
And down the white court he comes.
When he crosses the courtyard, and comes to the gate,
With the key he bangs, and opens the door.
When he glanced at his door
He caught sight of an unknown hero.
He holds black horse of many duels.
But foam covers completely the black horse,
It was black, but became whitened.
He saluted Mujo,
And Mujo accepted his salutation.
Let us see who the hero was?
From near he was not, he was from the far,
The imperial messenger from Istanbul the flat,
From Istanbul the famous town.
And to Mujo like this he spoke:
“Mujo the sirdar, the head of Bosnia,
Here is the firman of our tzar:
Take the firman today, on time,
To save your own head;
From the firman no one can escape”

[1] Hrnjicic Mujo is the famous Muslim hero who actually lived in Bosnia in the XVIIth Century

An overview of the verses 1-50:
The epic starts with the illiterate singer Murat Kurtagic stating that he wanders around the world singing his heroic songs, and that he has a superior knowledge of everything that happened in the past. It is a usual way of starting epic in South Slavic tradition. Sometimes the singer also invokes vila, a beautiful supernatural winged female, the divine and powerful helper of the brave heroes and the inspired singers of tales. (In the Ancient Greek tradition, the role of the divine helper of the singer is given to the Muse).

The epic then goes on to describe The Arrival of the Messenger to the famous hero Mujo Hrnjicic, who holds the military command over Bosnians. The messenger salutes Mujo, delivers him the firman (the imperial letter), and tells Mujo that no one can escape from the Tzar’s letter….

THE IMPERIAL LETTER
(verses 51-176)

When he had delivered the firman in his hands
The sirdar accepted, and stamped his signature
That he accepted the imperial firman.
The messenger went back to Istanbul.
Aah, Mujo was frightened by the firman,
It is not easy to quarrel with the Tzar,
At the Tzar, there is great power
And destiny be horrible and dangerous,
And they hang, and heads off they cut,
In dungeons they throw the living
Whose bones remain in chains.
The firman frightened Mujo.
Sat Mujo on the icy stone.
On his lap he unfolded the firman.
He glanced at it with his two black eyes.
What content had the writings of the Sultan?
It is a sad writing, not to be laughed at,
And around the Tzar there are fifty traitors,
All of the viziers and councillors,
All the positions were by traitors occupied,
Just two Turks are amongst them,
Neither of them is asked for advice,
Their own heads are threatened.
How did they betray the Tzar?
How is it written in the firman on sirdar:
“Mujo the sirdar, the head of Bosnia,
I gave you Bosnia and Krajina,
All Bosnia and Hercegovina,
To reign over Bosnia the wavy!
I believed you as my own son.
Hey, you became a traitor.
First treason that you committed:
For the twelve year span of time
Bosnia had not paid us the taxes,
Nor did you send us any gift,
Nor do you acknowledge me as your Sultan.
Have you parted with your faith,
Have you betrayed me?
We cannot both reign.
One country to feed two Tzars
Is not bearable for the poor people.
We shall reveal each other now,
Are you the traitor, are you trustworthy,
Are you of faith, of strong belief?
Do you recall, Mujo, what happened long ago,
When the guard crossed our border
To our shame and solely by force?
It was Kostres The Chieftain who traversed it,
Along with his three hundred armoured soldiers,
To kill our poor people,
Hey, to burn towers and courtyards,
And to plunder great numbers of cattle,
To take away our prosperity,
To deny survival to poor people.
For the twelve year span of time
They oppress us everywhere.
The great complaint came to the Sultan:
Poor mothers grieve for their sons,
And lonely sisters for their brothers,
And young women for their husbands,
And little children for their fathers.
The soldiers chase Kostres The Chieftain.
The soldiers get killed, afflicting no harm on them.
The complaints already annoyed me,
Poor people cannot survive.
It is not easy, for twelve years
He does not allow our lad to mature.
When he turned twenty
His mother stayed a cuckoo,
And his house with fire burned,
And his lonely mother was crushed.
Shall we understand each other now?
Take my strict order!
Your deadline is three weeks,
Of that, not one hour more,
To search for Kostres The Chieftain,
Hey, with his three hundred armoured soldiers.
Your deadline is exactly that long.
If you catch him, tie him alive,
Deliver him into my hands
To answer for what he did;
If you kill him, bring his head,
Or your head you must give instead!
If you do not dare to chase Kostres
Report to me in Istanbul town, in person!
Here is what the Tzar says to you:
I shall forge the chains for your hands,
I shall forge the wrought iron for your legs,
I shall assemble the people from Istanbul,
And I shall invite the pashas and the viziers;
I shall take you to our shore,
To the shore under the Iron gate,
Hey, let the whole crowd watch!
You will not, Mujo, be killed by the hero,
But I shall bring a low vagabond,
The vagabond’s sword will execute you.
The memory of you will be darkened.
If you do not report to me in person,
And in the mountains to join haiduks you flee instead,
I shall write a firman to seven kings,
Let them wait on seven borders!
My soldiers will chase you,
Oh, chase, catch you alive.
For your life you are done!
Under torture your soul will leave you.
So choose what better pleases you!”
And when Mujo understood the firman
The tears fell from his eyes,
Hey, two streams over his white cheeks
Were shed, two streams over his white face.
His face changed colour strongly,
One would say that he became sick,
Or that death approached him.
But his mother is watching him from the window.
When the old one saw the tears,
She felt sorry for the son from her bosom.
>From the window the old one spoke:
“Oh, my Mujo, oh my dear son,
What writing came to you
That it so buried you?
Your face has changed so much
That your poor mother cannot recognize you.
Why the tears shed from your eyes?
Many times writings came to you,
But you have never, Mujo, been like this,
You were reading, and you were merry”

An overview of the verses 1-176, in the introductory verses the illiterate singer Murat Kurtagic states that he wanders around the world singing his heroic songs, and that he has a superior knowledge of everything that happened in the past.  The epic then goes on to describe The Messenger’s Arrival to the famous hero Mujo Hrnjicic, who holds the military command over Bosnians.  The messenger delivers Mujo The Imperial Letter, and tells him that no one can escape from the Tzar’s letter.  Mujo reads the threatening writing.  It contains a very dangerous message:  Mujo must overcome the evil Kostres The Chieftain;  if he is not able to, or refuses to fulfill the task, he shall be executed in Istanbul.  Also, the writing falsely accuses Mujo of being treacherous and not faithful.  Mujo’s old mother asked her son why the writing made him so unhappy that he sheds tears. This was his answer:

THE AVOIDED FRATRICIDE

Ah, unwillingly Mujo spoke:
“Of all the writings, oh mother, that came,
All the writings were, oh mother, easier.
This writing is not to be laughed at,
Your son’s head is lost,
You will stay, oh my mother, childless.
Why did we lose my younger brother,
Ah, Halil younger brother of mine?
For the twelve year span of time,
Oh, old mother, half a year beyond it,
He is not dead, nor is he among the living.
I tried all ways to discover it,
I could neither find out about his death,
That my Halil has been killed,
Nor, oh mother, that he is in prison.
My wings that time were broken
When I stayed without my brother Halil.
Believe, oh my dear mother,
From that day until this very day
I did not meet other people,
Nor did I lead the guard over the mountains,
Nor bring to the Tzar tributes or taxes.
Just sitting I was, lamenting.
Severe is the wound for my brother,
Which cannot be healed.
When the black soil covers my face,
My wound will still not be cured.
What is a falcon without its wings,
What is Mujo without his brother Halil?”

The hero mourns for the mysteriously lost brother for exactly one hundred verses. Mujo is helpless and powerless because of his younger brother Halil’s disappearance. He vanished from this world twelve years ago. At the same time, the evil hero Kostres The Chieftain appeared. Mujo knows that Kostres lives in a hidden cave on the horrible mountain top …

“Now Kostres has moved there
In the mountain, it is called Wilderness.
That Wilderness is boundless,
Neither the sunrays are visible, nor the clouds.
In that Wilderness there is a cave.
There lives Kostres The Chieftain
Along with his three hundred armoured soldiers.
Whatever they capture, there they bring.
After the killing, there they return.
No one may enter that Wilderness
As long as the Sun moves across the sky”

Mujo’s old mother gives him the following advice: to dress himself in the knight’s clothes and to travel to Istanbul; there, Mujo should ask the Tzar for mercy. Mujo does what he is told. His sister helps him to put on the best suit and armour …

Hey, he dresses in the knight’s suit,
And puts the feathers on his head.
And the feathers are of pure gold.
How looks his face between the feathers?
Just like the Moon between the stars.
On the dolman, on two manly shoulders,
There were two golden signs,
Because he is the chief of all Bosnia.
Ah, now Mujo takes the weapons.
First he puts the forged sword on.
Its whole handle is made of yellow ducats,
And its hilt of pure gold.
In the hilt there are three precious stones,
They are worth three imperial towns.
The three stones – three various blazes.
The sword Mujo puts on in the middle.
The sword flies all around him
Just as the dog around its master the hunter.
The sword banged over his thighs.
Beside the sword are the two pistols,
Two barrels having, cast from gold,
Two barrels having, and four bullets.
Then he took the black carbine.
With the carbine he shoots from afar,
With the pistols he shoots from near,
And with the sword where the fray is.
Fine weapons Mujo put on himself.
Into the boots he threw the knife.
Ah, when Mujo prepared himself,
To his old mother Mujo came.
“Come, oh mother, to say farewell!”

Mujo’s mother, sister and true-love were crying while they watched him ride through the fields into the mountains ….

Aah, now Mujo goes through the mountain,
The soil he crushes, the woods he passes.
Mujo passed Kunara mountain,
Directly he went to Miserable woods,
And Miserable is the immense mountain,
Very powerful and very dangerous,
It is mother of the wolf and the haiduk,
The wolves eat, the haiduks beat.
It’s not easy to pass here even for the army,
Let alone for one with no company.
Having nothing to gain, he went through the mountain.
Mujo goes through Miserable woods.
He just passed half way through Miserable,
When something he saw with his eyes:

Now on the road, just in the mountain,
One fir tree was near the path,
And under the fir tree the powerful chieftain.
On his lap the dark carbine,
Above his boots the forged sword,
The grand outfit is on him,
And he looks quite frightening.
There is one spear under the fir tree (pounded in),
And he tied the horse to the spear.
How did he equip the black horse?
There are many pictures embroidered,
The magnificent one is covered to the hoofs.
When Mujo saw it with his eyes,
Then he spoke to himself like this:
“This woods road is captured,
Here is no passing for me;
Neither is there any turning.
I have no place to return,
Only forward, even if I shall die.
This is some powerful chieftain.
Maybe he has an army in the mountain,
Maybe he wants to attack Bosnia,
To burn, and to kill people.”
Then he shouted at the white throat:
“Chieftain, who are you in the mountain?
Move, that I may drive my animal,
So that none of us gets harmed!
If you do not want to move,
Lo, there is a rifle in my hands,
I might have killed you treacherously,
But I do not treacherously kill anybody,
Instead we shall try our luck.
Either you move, or take up your weapons,
So choose as it pleases you!
I can tell you the truth:
If you have heard of Hrnjicic Mujo,
Here I am today in the woods.
If we shall try each other’s manly strength
The time has come that one of us dies.”
And when the dangerous hero heard,
He didn’t take the rifle in hands,
Nor did he take with his hand his weapon,
But at the white throat he speaks:
“Halt, oh Mujo, put your weapons back,
If you kill me, you will grieve for me!
This is not the chieftain of the woods,
Who is leading an army to the border,
Who is burning villages and towns,
Who is enslaving boys and girls;
This is your Mujovic Halil.”

Mujo did not believe him, and he could not recognize his brother after so many years. So he asked the unknown hero to pray the texts of the Kuran …

When Halil ended the prayers
Mujo threw the rifle on the ground.
“Woe on me oh dear God,
I almost killed my brother!”
They cried, arms they spread,
Then they embraced, faces they kissed,
With tears they flooded their faces.
The bright Sun halted in the mountain
Because of two brothers’ sorrow.

Fiercely Italian – Proudly Canadian

Vera Golini JPEG bwVera Golini has been a Professor of Italian Studies at St.Jerome’s College, University of Waterloo, since 1975. She holds a PhD. from the University of California, Berkeley

This is the first of a series of articles exploring Italian culture from various aspects

Fiercely Italian , Proudly Canadian
Vol 1 # 7 1992

The love relationship between Italy and Canada has very long and deep roots. Yet, it seems appropriate that in Cross Cultures we should turn our initial gaze not across the Atlantic to Italy directly, but rather to its immigrant children, who, for five centuries since the landing of John Cabot (Giovanni Caboto, c.1455-1498) on the shores of Labrador, have collaborated hand-in-hand with other cultures in shaping our Canadian heritage.

The areas of Canada most thickly inhabited by Italians were and are contained – as most of Europe is – between 40 and 60 degrees latitude. This takes in land from the most southern tip (Ontario) stretching all across the most thickly populated regions of the Canadian provinces. Italian immigrants from the Alpine hills to the summits of the Apennines extending all the way to Sicily had little difficulty adapting to the rigours of the Canadian winters. What proved and continues to prove a challenge is the long duration of the winters, which through the decades has caused many to journey back to Italy.

However, generations of Italians have been making the Americas their home even before Italy was united into a democratic Republic in 1871. At that time, Italy had a land-based economy unsuited to supporting a growing population especially in its southern provinces. In fact, historical records indicate that between 1870 and the start of World War I, about 5 million Italians migrated to countries overseas looking for work. They were mainly males 14 to 45 years old. A census taken in 1911 in Toronto, for example, illustrates this pronounced imbalance between men and women: of 3,000 inhabitants of Italian background, 2,200 were male while only 800 were female. These statistics corroborate the fact that in the early decades of this century, Italians were largely migrants intending to rejoin their families in Italy after a period of hard work and economy overseas.

After the Great War, despite limitations imposed on immigration by the Fascist Party, Italian presence in Canada continued to grow. With respect to work activity, Italians became surprisingly integrated as all types of work opportunities were welcomed. They worked not only as bricklayers, excavators, and stonemasons in construction,, in railways, in highways, .. but also in mines in northern Canada, in agriculture, in commerce, in steel factories, as well as hotels, restaurants, and small individual enterprises.

Yet culturally, Italians manifested since the early decades of migration, a need for close communal ties. As a result, in focal cities such as Montreal, Vancouver and Toronto there grew districts inhabited prevalently by people of Italian extraction where even streets were often given names of prominent Italian figures. The expression “Little Italy” became attached to these communities – an expression which for some carried derogatory connotations, but which, in reality, already showed the determination in the spirit of the Italian immigrants to conserve together the best of Italian culture while collaborating with non-Italians to gradually create a new Canadian society that would embrace everyone.

The formation of the Italian Immigrant Aid Society in Montreal exemplifies among the early newcomers the characteristic enthusiasm for mutual protection in the face of adversity. To this end, Italian immigrants to Canada even before the turn of the century, were among the first to found mutual aid societies, such as the Umberto Primo Italian Benevolent Society in Toronto.

The love and nostalgia of Italy which energized and continues to energize the Italians’ love for Canada, led earlier on to the founding of the Order of the Sons of Italy in the U.S. and in Canada, as early as 1915. Later, the Order of Italo-Canadians was also formed. (In future columns we will have an opportunity to speak of the enriching contributions made by these national Canadian organizations throughout the past decades.)

Like others, Italians have taken care to preserve their linguistic identity while embracing French in Quebec, and English in the rest of Canada.

On the Italian peninsula, since before national unification, French had been the “second language” as a consequence of historical events, and geographic and cultural proximity with France. Since the 1960’s however, English has steadily affirmed itself as a language of widest communication next to Italian. Hence, today in Italy, as in Canada, English, Italian and French register linguistic dominance.

Today Italian immigrants constitute the third linguistic group in Canada after English and French, with Toronto hosting the largest population of Italian origin outside of Italy.

Among their accomplishments, Italians in Canada have created through the decades, a vast body of literature in the three languages, which have served as a unifying voice. In 1984 for the first time, an anthology was published in Canada (Mosaic Press,ON) collecting the works of principal Canadian Italian writers. Many of these writers are themselves immigrants, while others are children of immigrant parents. In each case, the voice, the courage, and the vision of the writer echoes the life experience of the universal immigrant to Canada taking the first steps towards an unknown reality which will be constructed day-by-day. In each author, the constant interplay, the tension between past and present -especially in respect to the generational gap – give way to a vision of hope for the future, and at times of frustration in the new land. Yet, each composition, be it in poetry, in prose, in theatre or film, serves to shepherd along the spiritual and psychological self-awareness of the writer and reader who, as immigrants, speak a common language of feeling and experience.

With this first introduction, I am offering a poem by Celestino DeIuliis, “In My Backyard”

IN MY BACKYARD

I own a house now.
My father sowed his seeds
in his backyard,
and reaped the lettuce and tomatoes.
He had known who he was when
his hands formed the cheese
drawn from the milk of his flock.
Having come here, he was less sure
and worked in factories or construction sites.
He made his own wine and slaughtered still
the Easter Lamb for us
(and for himself too, there’s no denying).
He loved what was his own with little show
and fewer words.
The language never yielded to him, strong as he was.
I wrote the numbers out on a sheet
so he could write his cheques,
pay his bills …
My youth was spent in shame of him.
My tiny face would blush, my eyes avert
on parents’ night when he would timid come
to ask in broken syntax after me.
In my backyard
I have my grass and flowers
and buy my produce at Dominion.
My eyes avert in shame now
that I ever was that boy.

Mr. DeIuliis was born in 1946 in the Abruzzi, a region
in Central Italy. He received his B.A. and M.A. at the
University of Toronto. He has published several
collections of poems, and presently lives in Toronto.
(In My Backyard is reprinted from Italian Canadian Voices,
ed. Caroline Morgan DiGiovanni. Oakville: Mosaic Press
1984. With kind permission from the Canadian Centre for
Italian Culture and Education, Toronto

 

“Lucia’s Monologue” – Our Monologue !
Vol 2 # 1   February / March 1993

Generation differences and problems are part of the constellation of themes and concerns pervading the large corpus of literature by Canadians of Italian origin. Some of Mary Di Michele’s acclaimed and best loved poems address these differences with poignant language and striking images: “I love my father .. who knew me from the beginning / as a vague stirring in his loins,/ a burst of ecstasy/ on a Sunday morning.” The poem reprinted here speaks of Lucia’s struggle toward self-affirmation in the family and its special context. This composition is in part a response to two previous poems – the three comprising a unit. The first, “Mimosa”, a prologue, outlines the character of the father, Vito, “more than a tired man .. a sad man” who “married young, just after the war/ and hard times made him stop breathing for himself / and spend it all on his children.” The second poem, “Marta’s Monologue”, is spoken by the younger daughter who lives at home to please her father, teaches school, makes a good salary, and knows “enough to risk nothing”. Lucia is the first-born, a self-made young woman whose vision extends beyond established familiar boundaries. “Marta’s Monologue” and “Lucia’s Monologue presuppose the presence of a listener. These poems belong to the great tradition of the “dramatic monologue” made famous by Robert Browning.

LUCIA’S MONOLOGUE:
from Mimosa and Other Poems (Oakville, 1981). Reprinted with kind permission of the author

Mary Di Michele has resided in Canada since 1955. She has a B.A. (’72) in English Literature from the U.of Toronto and an M.A. (’74) in English and creative writing from the U.of Windsor where she studied with Joyce Carol Oates.

Her poems have appeared in University of Windsor Review, Ontario Review, Grain, Quarry, and The Malahat Review. Her books include Tree of August, Bread and Chocolate, Mimosa and Other Poems, Necessary Sugar, and her latest, Luminous Emergencies (1990). She won the CBC competition for poetry in 1980, and the silver medal in the Du Maurier Award for poetry in 1983. She now teaches English Literature and creative writing at Concordia University.

So much of my life has been wasted feeling guilty
about disappointing my father and mother.
It makes me doubt myself.
It’s impossible to live my life that way.
I know they’ve made their sacrifices,
they tell me often enough,
how they gave up their lives,
and now they need to live their lives through me.
If I give it to them, it won’t make them young again,
it’ll only make me fail along with them,
fail to discover a different, if mutant, possibility,
succeed only in perpetuating a species of despair.

Most of the time I can’t even talk to my father.
I talk to mother and she tells him what she thinks
he can stand to hear.
She’s always been the mediator of our quarrels.
He’s always been the man and the judge.
And what I’ve come to understand about justice
in this world isn’t pretty,
how often it’s just an excuse to be mean or angry
or to hoard property,
a justice that washes away
the hands of the judge.

Nobody disputes the rights of pigeons to fly
on the blue crest of the air across the territory
of a garden, nobody can dispute that repetition
is the structure of despair and our common lives
and that the disease takes a turn for the worse
when we stop talking to each other.
I’ve stopped looking for my father in other men.
I’ve stopped living with the blond child that he loved
too well.
Now I’m looking for the man with the hands of a musician,
with hands that can make wood sing,
with the bare, splintered hands of a carpenter.
I want no auto mechanics with hands blind with grease
and the joints of a machine.
I want no engineers in my life,
no architects of cages.
I want to be with the welders of bridges
and the rivers whose needs inspired them.
I learned to be a woman in the arms of a man,
I didn’t learn it from ads for lipstick
or watching myself in the mirror.
I learned more about love from watching my mother
wait on my father hand and foot
than from scorching novels on the best seller lists.
I didn’t think I could be Anna Karenina or Camille,
I didn’t think I could be Madame Bovary or Joan of Arc,
I didn’t think that there was a myth I could wear
like a cloak of invisibility
to disguise my lack of self knowledge.

The sky is wearing his snow boots already.
I have to settle things with my father before the year is
dead.
It’s about time we tried talking
person to person.

More than a tired man, my father is a such a lonely,
disappointed man.
He has learned through many years of keeping his mouth
shut
to say nothing,
but he still keeps thinking about
everything.

“If I had the language like you”, he says to me,
“I would write poems too about what I think.
You younger generation aren’t interested in history.
If you want people to listen to you
you got to tell them something new,
you got to know something about history to do that
I’m a worker and I didn’t go to school,
but I would have liked to be an educated man,
to think great thoughts, to write them,
and to have someone listen.
You younger generation don’t care about anything in the
past,
about your parents,
the sacrifices they made for you,
you say: ‘What did you do that for,
we didn’t ask you !’
right,
is that right ?
These are good poems you have here Lucia,
but what you think about Italy !
‘a country of dark men full of violence and laughter,
a country that drives its women to dumb despair.’
That’s not nice what you say,
you think it’s very different here ?
You got to tell the truth when you write,
like the bible, I’m your father, Lucia,
remember, I know you.”

The truth is not nice,
the truth is that his life is almost over
and we don’t have a common language any more.
He has lost a tooth in the middle of his supper plate,
the gap makes him seem boyish and very vulnerable.
It also makes me ashamed.

It’s only when he’s tired like this that he can
slip off his reserve, the roman stoicism,
the lips buttoned up against pain
and words of love.

I have his face, his hands,
his anxious desire to know everything,
to think, to write everything,
his anxious desire to be heard,
and we love each other and say nothing
we love each other in that country
we couldn’t live in

 

To Bribe or Not to Bribe ..?
Vol 2 # 2   April / May 1993

To bribe or not to bribe .. this is the question mark in the centre stage of Italian political and economic life since World War II and a matter of international interest in the past several months.

Bribes, kick-offs, protection moneys paid/received for favours are known as tangenti.

This problematic practice reached preposterous proportions in the past two decades so that most branches of central and regional Italian governments were implicated. Of late, Italians refer to their country as tangentopoli, the country of bribes.

Public protests and demonstrations are demanding imprisonment for top political figures such as former socialist Prime Minister Bettino Craxi, former Foreign Ministers, top executives in FIAT and in the State Energy Corporation. Recent national surveys (L’Espresso, March 21,1993, p.15) indicate that the Italian people have no faith in their present government under socialist Prime Minister Giuliano Amato, who has proposed some unpopular and unsuccessful measures to protect his colleague and good friend, Craxi, from imprisonment.

Each day new resignations are handed in and new arrests are made for corruption and bribery. Hundreds of people are implicated as 900 arrests have been made and over 1,000 people are still under investigation including 41 members of Parliament.

Since the war, main political parties have been financing themselves illegally and have been insisting on payment of kick-backs on public contracts. In virtually any sector where the State hands out contracts to private companies or even to State owned companies, there is a rake-off – tangente – which goes into the pockets of the political parties including the Democratic Party of the left, formerly the Communist Party.

So what else is new ? Some Italians and many non-Italians have the impression and the conviction that this is how things are done and get done in Italy, that ‘bribery’ is the order of the day. No longer ! Italy is finally cleaning up house. In the April 1992 elections, Italians voted overwhelmingly against the old parties that have dominated the political scene since the war. Also, with the end of the cold war, there is no longer the necessity to maintain the same old parties in power and the absolute necessity of keeping the Communist Party out of power.

Until recently, Italy had the largest Communist Party in the West, and that was a major headache for the centre and right-wing parties as well as the Atlantic Alliance. As a result, the growth of corruption in Italy was fostered by the notion that anything was justified in order to keep the aggressive Communist Party out of power.

Through the past year a new social and political corrective organization has quickly gained popularity in Italy. This is the Northern League which would accede to power if an election were conducted today. It comprises and represents the hard-working, honest, and very angry people of Italy who feel that they have supported the burden long enough, and are not prepared to shoulder it any longer.

Political scholars maintain that Italy is at a watershed now because affairs simply cannot continue as in the past especially since Italy is an important member of the European Community.

However, the battle against corruption has not been won yet. Much depends on what will happen in the coming months, what sort of punishments are meted out, what reforms are instituted to prevent the recurrence of corruption. Newspapers and magazine reports indicate that most Italians hope that there will be a real break with the past, and that the kind of corruption that has finally come out in the open will not occur again. Then, perhaps, the wish of Italy’s people, and also of most ardent patriots since Dante may come true: a united nation, free from foreign oppression and internal greed:

My Italy, though words do not avail
To heal the mortal wounds
That in your lovely body I see so dense,
I wish at least to let my sighing sounds
With Arno and Tiber wail,
And Po, where now I sit in deep suspense …
Flattered by an idle part,
You do not see and think that you can see,
Who in bribed peoples expect love or trust. …
Inside a single cage
Now wild beasts mingle with the meekest flocks,
are nested so that the best are in need; …
Is not this the dear soil for which I pined ?
Is not this my own nest
Where I was nourished and was given life ?
Is not this the dear land in which we trust,
Mother loving and kind
Who shelters parents, brother, sister, wife ?
O God, that in such strife
You may remember this; that you may gaze
With pity on the tears of suffering men
Who in their terror raise
Their hope to you on earth; relieve their pain,
Feed them with pity’s grain,
And against cruelty
Virtue will fight and soon the debt be paid:
For the old gallantry
In the Italian hearts is not yet dead . . .

(“Song to Italy” Francis Petrarch, 1304-1374)

 

Inscribing Ourselves Into Multiculturalism
Vol 2 # 4   September 1993

Those of us who like warm weather will remember the summer of ’93 with pleasure after the rainy one of ’92. For one thing, good weather really affords us the chance to get to know our neighbours and their children as well. The young couple at the corner of the street had been grooming their front lawn for almost an hour when I decided I’d walk over as I had not visited for a while.

“The lawn looks great! Best in the block!” I called out remembering the cute yellow wild flowers all over my back lawn. Ron was trimming the hedge with the electric scissors while Nanette knelt by the geraniums turning the soil and pulling the much unwanted weeds.

“Bloody lot of work this lawn, I tell you”, retorted Ron, his gaze fixed on his work. When he came to the end of the hedge he turned off the current and unplugged the cord. Passing the back of his hand over his beady, broad forehead he asked how come they hadn’t seen me for some time. Had I been away ?

“Non, elle fait son travail de recherche”, injected Nanette, turning around with a smile. Sometimes she speaks in French, the second language which we three have in common – she being the best at it as she is a pharmacist from Montreal. Ron comes from Leeds, has his own business and writes in his spare time. I studied French in junior high in Italy and later in Canada. “How is your research on Italian-Canadian writers coming along?” asked Nanette with her transparent French accent which I find so charming.

“Oh, much better than can be expected. There is so much material that needs to be catalogued”, I replied. “I had not suspected that Italians in Canada had written and published so much. All the while, I am also having a crash course on Canadian literature which is itself a vast, fascinating field. In fact, you know, Ron, I came across your stories in the Canadian Fiction magazine and enjoyed them very much”

“I wrote those a few years ago. Now I stay away from pure fiction. I’m more interested in material with social and cultural implications”, Ron observed while pulling off his gardening gloves and slapping his cap over his knee. “I must be growing old because I no longer have much patience with writing that doesn’t make some kind of committed statement. Take Canada. The state of the nation really invokes a lot of dialogue. So many issues to discuss.
Language is really a bridge covering space between people, connective tissue, I call it. And I don’t feel like wasting language now on fiction. So I’m working on a couple of things that look at the matter of multiculturalism in this country – something many people view as a problem but which to me is an asset. You see …”

“Oh, oh”, exclaimed Nanette with a twinkle in her eyes, “I smell one of your long conversations brewing on the horizon. Ron, why don’t you come in and wash up and then join Vera on the porch while I get us all some ice tea”

Left to myself, I sat quietly for a while on the grey lawn chair admiring the sunlight shimmering off the restless leaves of the dark maple in front of the house. Before long the screen door burst open and Ron reappeared with a notebook under his arm.

“I’m so glad you dropped by”, he said sitting in the shade to the other side of the patio table rubbing his hands together. “Nanette has already read some of my material. But this gives me a chance to get another perspective on things. You see, multiculturalism in Canada is not an accident, or, pardon the expression, an affliction, as some Canadians seem to think. Our very Founding Fathers including Queen Victoria were the first to open the doors to a multicultural reality. They acknowledged the presence of native nations as well as the French and the British on Canadian soil. They were the first to have hopes for a culturally rich future for a people united in peaceful coexistence”

“What gives you that impression”, I asked calmly, sensing his increasing enthusiasm, and not wanting to show my insufficient knowledge of Canadian history.

“It’s not an impression, Vera, it’s fact. Do you know that the British North America Act signed by Queen Victoria in March of 1867 and proclaimed law on July 1st gave French Canada (Quebec) important safeguards? While some people had been opposed to Confederation, by 1867 even to the French people Confederation became justified by the arguments that French Canadians would get back their ‘provincial identity’ – the phrase used then – as Quebec City would become again their capital. What’s more, the anglophone domination of Ottowa feared by French Canadians would be counterbalanced by a strong French Canadian representation in the Federal Cabinet. The Constitution Act of 1867 states clearly …”

“Voila du the froid pour tous”, Nanette’s voice sand out her invitation for us to join her as she appeared with a tray of tall glasses full of ice tea and lemon.

“Delicious, ma chere”, exclaimed Ron smiling at Nanette and pulling up a chair so she could sit right next to him. “When I first came from England and settled in Quebec nearly thirty years ago I was a young chap confused about life, and even more about the political and cultural relationship between Quebec and the rest of Canada, including the aboriginal cultures. So I started reading up on Canadian history. And then I fell in love with this wonderful lady here from Montreal, and she epitomizes for me all that’s good about Canada and French culture as part of it. I’d marry her all over again any time”, he said emphatically, passing his left arm over Nanette’s shoulders. I thought to myself that right here in front of me I was witnessing what was a beautifully balanced marriage of two different cultures.

“As I was saying before”, started Ron, anxious to resume where he had left off, “the Constitution Act of 1867 puts it in black and white that either the English or the French language could be used by any person in the debates of the House of Parliament of Canada and of the Houses of Legislation of Quebec, and both languages were to be used in the respective Records and Journals of those Houses. Also, it states that the Acts of the Parliament of Canada and of the Legislature of Quebec ‘shall be printed and published in both those languages’. I was so struck by the openness of the statements that some of them stayed with me. I think the Act even makes provisions for English as well as French to be used equally in any Canadian court of law. Seems like in those days they were more accepting of differences”

I was impressed by Ron’s grasp of historical facts about Canada. “Maybe they didn’t view them as divisional differences”, I suggested, “but rather as sources of enrichment, to go back to your metaphor of the marriage of different cultures”

“Today we like to think of ourselves as very broad minded”, intervened Nanette in a pensive tone, “but really, I think that we regard the world with a narrow approach of exclusion rather than inclusion. This brings to ourselves and our cultures a lot of frustration and sadness”

She paused and took a slow sip. For a while we were quiet; the cool air around us announced the imminent sunset.

“Canada is a country with three founding cultures, and many more founding languages if we take into consideration the various aboriginal Indian languages, as well as the various dialects brought over by the French settlers: Quebec French is really an interesting amalgamation of those earlier dialects. Today’s picture of multiculturalism in Canada is really a continuation and amplification, in my opinion, of the original vision set forth over a hundred years ago. What do you think?” Ron asked, lifting up his head and turning to me, looking, I sensed, for some kind of opposition or debate.

“Well, you’re not going to get an argument from me”, I retorted in a jovial tone, wishing to distance some of the seriousness in the air. “Canada has been my home since 1956 and I have loved being here. Besides, French was the second language in Italy for over a century until English began to replace it in the ’60s. Before that, Spanish had been the second language, and before that, during the Renaissance and Middle Ages, Latin was at times the second, at times the prevailing language. Italy being a geographical focal point, has also been a cultural focus in the West for centuries, and for centuries it has experienced and continues to experience foreign presence on its soil. People from other nations have certainly contributed in the forging of its rich culture, including and foremost the British and the French who have always been attracted to Italian shores. Besides, Italians are a curious lot about other human beings and like to travel as much as they can afford to. With the result that when people from other lands come to Italy whether to visit or to stay, they are not exactly strangers, but rather and first human beings with different languages and customs. Throughout the old world, anyway, it is customary for the average person, young and old, to be fluent in three or four languages. In Canada we’re fussing about two”

“Yes, instead of viewing our cultural situation as a privileged one, we see it as a burden”, mused Ron. “Whenever we go visit in Quebec, it’s for us like renewing ourselves, and when we come back to Ontario the same process happens. We’re really lucky that we can experience this broader type of existence”

Now Nanette broke into the short-lived silence as the street lights came on casting light shadows over the driveway and the trim lawn. “I’m beginning to think that discomfort with multiculturalism is really wrapped up with us human beings being at odds with the environment, with the ecological system, and even with ourselves. Does this sound preposterous?”

The ringing of the telephone dispelled our reflective mood and Nanette dashed into the house. Ron said that they were expecting their two boys back from camp, and that he and Nanette had spent a blissful week of peace and quiet away from everybody, enjoying working at their respective hobbies. Nanette came to the door to excuse herself because she had to get the supper on the table. I thanked them both for the ice tea and the very intense conversation.

Ron and I shook hands. As we parted I said they’d given me a lot of food for thoughts – thoughts which next day, Sunday, came right along with me to church where, surrounded by all the different people, I live each time with inner joy my Canadian multicultural identity.

Some references:
The Canadian Encyclopedia (1988), Vol.1, “Confederation;” Vol.2, “French Language”
Dictionary of World History (1973), “British North America Act”
“The Canadian Multiculturalism Act: A Guide for Canadians” (1990)

 

Italian Feminism – Then and Now
Vol 2 # 3   June / July 1993

In Italy today they call it “pink power” (energia rosa). It is that type of unique yet universal human vision and energy which derives from the equal half of the human race, the woman. Wile Italian culture, like other Mediterranean cultures is too often defined by imperfect common colloquialisms,, and Italian women did not obtain the right to vote in federal elections till 1945, we should not forget that in Italy, as in other Mediterranean cultures, the woman has openly and latently played a central role in the development of “culture”. Medieval monasteries and abbeys, repositories of religious and secular knowledge, were administered by men as well as women. The presence of women teachers and scholars in medieval and renaissance universities has been historically ascertained.

The elite society of renaissance Italy placed much emphasis on the breadth of education and social refinement which a woman should receive before marriage: education along the lines of the seven liberal arts, and refinement empowering the woman for the efficient governance of a household and of the social network upheld by the noble class. Contemporary treatises (as Leon Battista Alberti’s About the Family, 1444) advised gentlemen that they would do well to marry intelligent and well educated women because not only do they foster well-being at home, but are also able to provide wise counsel to the husband in matters of business and human character.

Outside and within the Church, in the public life of the courts as in the private world of the family, the woman has always played an essential role in the Italian peninsula. After the Renaissance, in the 1600s and 1700s educated women were very much part of scientific and artistic life as they participated in the work of the Academies, sources of new ideas and trends.

Until its independence in 1871, Italy had been constantly under foreign domination since the middle ages; in the 19th century for example, not one, but three foreign nations ruled this peninsula of surface area 1/3 that of Ontario.

In their national character Italian men and women value above all autonomy, individuality and the spirit of collaboration – qualities which through the centuries have enabled the spirit of the peninsula to survive despite oppression.

In the 19th and early 20th century Italian women took part fully in the suffragette movement unfolding across Europe and in the United States.

Just after unification while Italy depended entirely on an agrarian economy, women workers initiated strikes demanding higher wages and shorter working hours: the first strike by rice workers took place in 1883 followed by a second (800 striking women) in 1886 protesting the 12-hour working day. The strike of 1890 caused 3 deaths with 10 gravely wounded. When in 1897 women went on strike because farm bosses had imported women from other provinces to work the fields, the imported workers joined strike with local women. Employers were forced to concede to demands. However, 42 women received long jail sentences for having “challenged the freedom to work and having resisted to authorities.” While Italian women were employed mainly in field work or in factories, historical data shows that between 1877 and 1900 about 224 women graduated from university, 31 having two degrees, and one with three degrees. Two women became particularly well known because both the national medical and the bar Associations prevented them from exercising their respective professions. The resulting scandal was so widely known, that national newspapers and magazines took active interest in time to aiding to correct such flagrant injustices.

In 1912 the vote was extended to all males, including those who could not read or write. Consequently, Italian women (of whom a small fraction were literate) nearly won the right to vote in 1919 as the law was approved by the Chamber of Deputies with a vote of 174 in favour, and 55 opposed. On the way to the Senate, however, the law was tabled on account of Italy’s military troubles in northern Yugoslavia. The Fascist regime sought to promote the vote. However, conditions were totally restrictive: the right to vote was conceded only to women who had received the medal of honour for military service, to mothers who had lost sons in the war, and to women with an education and who paid taxes in excess of a specified sum. Hence Italian Fascism transformed the “right” to vote into a “privilege” and a reward open only to a handful of women in Italy.

After the fall of Fascism the question of suffrage was taken up for passage in the Senate in 1945. Meanwhile, Italian women have been making headway at home and abroad contributing to the economic and cultural life of the nation.

In 1926, ten years before her death, the Sardinian writer Grazia Deledda, was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature – the second Italian to have received the Prize after the poet Giosue Carducci in 1906. In 1986 the Italian neuroembryologist Rita Levi-Montalcini (1909-) received the Nobel Prize for medicine/physiology. Yet since 1945, for nearly half a century, Italian women have been experiencing discrimination in the work place and at home. The national media has been addressing this problem in recent years. We will elaborate on this in our next article.

In the meantime our readers may be interested in a publication by the United Nations, The World’s Women: 1970-1990, which contains statistical information on nations across the globe on concerns such as family, political life, decision-making, public education, raising of children, health and maternity, work, and the economy. One reviewer of this publication states that despite some areas of slight improvement, “on almost every subject in almost every country, there is very little cause for rejoicing” ! (Noidonne, April, 1993, p.55)

continuing . . .

Italian Feminism – Then and Now
Vol 2 # 5 1993

Until twenty years ago, as we saw in Part I, the rights of Italian women were closely linked with national advantage in relation to conservation of the family unit and the general public good, with individual rights secondary in importance. The consequences of the Fascist era were still much in evidence. Yet Italy, as other industrialized nations, has felt deeply and the central administration has reacted (though not rapidly) to the pleas for equality that the global women’s movement has been voicing during the past two decades.

In 1985 the Presidential Committee of the Italian Council of Ministers published the proceedings of the Nairobi World Conference celebrating the tenth anniversary of the United Nations for the Women, promoting equality, development, and peace. This important document is prefaced by an announcement made in 1983 by the then Italian President of the Council of Ministers, the Honourable Bettino Craxi. In his Point 5/7 clause he states: “Great importance must be given to the problem of equality between the sexes which has found, in principle, some suitable solutions in the supposed law on equality issued in 1977. This law now exacts concrete and operative means of action to better fight against discrimination relating particularly to career development since discriminatory attitudes in the work place tend to deny women positions that carry great responsibility. Some suitable initiatives had already been put forth in the past legislature and the Government must do all it can in order to pass and approve immediately a new law on the subject” (Translation from Italian mine)

This statement of promise and initiative on the part of the Italian government indicates it is gradually awakening to the reality of discrimination in the work place and to demands Italian women have been expressing at the national level most vehemently in the past two decades with the inception of a real, united feminist movement, the Unione Donne Italiane (UDI). The formation of this association coincides, not accidentally, with the centenary of the unification of Italy into a free, democratic republic in 1871. In May 1981 in a national referendum registering 70% majority, Italians confirmed legislation providing for free abortion for women eighteen and over. The private, the public, and national identity of Italian women is plagued by fluctuations between extremes: traditional preferences, on the one hand, are upheld by political fronts, church groups, regional customs advocating a moral conservatism aiming at preserving the family as a focal social unit at any cost; liberalization, on the other hand, is catalyzed by leftist party politics with materialistic consumerism resulting in part form Italy’s emergence, in the past twenty years, as an industrial superpower. The matter of the Italian women’s identity is further complicated by regional, educational, and economic disparities which persist for centuries. The sense of infinite variety in the national character of Italian women should be interpreted in part in the light of four hundred years of continuous foreign domination preceding Italian unification in 1871. Some statistical information may facilitate here a more concrete grasp of the private and public realities inherent in the lives of Italian women in the past two decades. Data is gathered by the 1985 national census taken every 10 years by the government’s Central Office of Information in Rome.

The publication by the National Committee for Equality between Men and Women entitled Figures on Italian Women offers data on various facets of private and public life. For instance, the percentage of the female population receiving a high school education in the decade 1972-83 had improved from 42.5% to 49.3% (p.25). With respect to university, 2.1% of the women hold a degree as compared to 3.6% of the men (p.24). Here we see an obvious parity in the level of higher education between men and women. If we then proceed to statistics related to employment, we notice that while women in Italy made up 52% of the total national population in 1985, only 35% fourteen years old and over constituted the work force (Italian Women and Work, p.1). Of these, 34.5% had a high school or/ and university degree. Moreover, of the women of age to be included in the labour force, 32.4% were employed, while 58.1% were unemployed and looking for work. In the past decade, the level of education for women has risen noticeably. Nevertheless, the rate of unemployment has remained visibly high. Although 46% of university students are women and there has been a noticeable improvement in the level of education for women since the 1970s, as we have seen, nevertheless the percentage of women fourteen years old and over who choose to become housewives has remained stable through time. Statistics from 1980 and 1985 registered in the studies above, show that in each year, 41% of the women were occupied with home and family while the presence of women in the work force increased only by 2%, from 32% to 34%.

Recently, as a result of legislative relaxation in Italy as well as recognition of dual citizenship, people from former fascist Italian colonies in Africa (Somalia, Eritrea, Lybia) are taking up residence in Italy, as are also people from far and disparate racial and cultural heritage. Women comprise the larger percentage of these new emi/immigrants from former socialist countries, from war-torn areas of the Middle East, Jugoslavia, from Latin America, and the far South-Eastern Asiatic basin. This kaleidoscopic influx of people unto an already crowded Italian landscape not only creates the effect of “fast-forward” in aperture for social change, but also generates unforeseen human and economic problems. In a future article I will try to “map” out the large diversity of international presence in Italy today and the activities of women in a country whose geographical area is 1/3 that of Ontario holding more than double the population of Canada

 

Women Immigrating to Italy
Vol 3 # 1 1994

For the past year newspapers in Italy have been drawing attention to the vast presence of women from ‘foreign’ nations and continents involved in Italian communities, especially in the Italian capital, Rome. Hundreds of women of all ages from Asian, African, and South American nations have chosen to take up residence in Italy during the past twenty years. During the years of fascist dominance, mainly 1928-38, Italy had thriving colonies in Africa, in Somalia, Libya, Eritrea. Pockets of Italian-speaking people there are awakening to the opportunities for work and a better life in Italy where they are already comfortable linguistically.

Since the 1960s Italy has occupied a prominent place along the leading industrialized nations of the world. With the opening up of work possibilities, therefore, the Italian woman has left the home and headed for the workplace. Precisely in relation to work and employment, one interesting Italian phenomenon – a national custom, in fact – is that if a family has a business, instead of seeking employees out side of the family, all the members, men and women, become occupied in the efficient running of this business. Where financial matters are concerned, as well as loyalty to the job at hand, Italians place their trust first and foremost in family and relatives. This means that someone is needed in place of the wife and mother, in the running of domestic affairs while the woman is helping with the family business. As a result, the past twenty years in Italy have created a high demand for jobs in the areas of domestic, child care and care for the elderly at home. The vacancies in these areas have been filled by women im/migrating from Eritrea, the Tigrai, the Philippines, Cap Verde, Iran, Palestine, and Latin America. Women and fewer men from these areas today constitute the most numerous communities of im/migrants. To date there is no single organization in Italy which collects statistics, or safeguards the human rights of these largely domestic workers. However, these im/migrants make every effort not only to maintain and cultivate their cultural identity, but also to insert themselves into the social network of Italian culture and public life. A recent review articulates some of the characteristics of the cultural communities (which are located in Rome) of these domestic employees from different parts of the world.

In the Eritrean community, for example, 80% of the women work full time in domestic work. They have Thursday and Sunday afternoons off, dedicating this time to volunteer work aiding the illiteracy, drug addiction, and other problems of a national character. This community seems well-knit and united so as to offer its members both emotional and cultural support.

The Filipino community seems to be less open. About 90% are exclusively women often without families. They organize excursions, participate openly in Italian cultural activities, work mostly full time at domestic jobs. In the area of Rome, there are about 20,000 Filipinos organized into three large groups which in reality have political affiliation and loyalties to political parties in their countries of origin in the Philippines. For example, of the 400 members of the “Kampi” club 350 are women. Their meeting places are in churches, in piazzas when weather permits, and in the vicinity of Rome’s Termini station, the central train station. The members of the Filipino community of Rome are a closely knit cohesive group, sharing houses in order to save as much as possible given the fact that wages are low. Although one finds families as well as single individuals, the largest number is constituted by women alone working hard to send money back home.

The community from Cap Verde comprises 80% of women employed full time in domestic occupations. The majority are women in their late teens and early 20s whose exclusive wish is to achieve a good marriage. To this end, their community is uniquely open to cultural influences and new relationships, with the frequent danger of too early and/or unwanted pregnancies. In many cases illegal abortions are procured, often at great risk for the mother. Women who instead keep their babies, become single mothers.

For the women workers from the Tigrai area, the living situation is similar to that of the women from Eritrea and whose number is not very large. For the most part they are in their 30s and 40s, residing in Italy already for some time. In fact, the younger women remain for a short time since their main concern is to find a husband, and relocate with him wherever he may find work. The men from these areas are largely political refugees, and as such, have greater possibilities for im/migration to English-speaking countries such as Canada and England, where they are assisted by political and social organizations.

The Iranian community of Rome comprises about 400 women, almost all of whom await immigrant visas. They stay in Italy for the length of time required them to learn the language of the country into which they wish to immigrate. In the meantime, they look for domestic work. The young women who are students seem to be very receptive to European ideology and Italian values, as they readily adopt the styles of dress, of eating, and other social customs.

The Srilankan community contains a balanced number of men and women with numerous families, and therefore, children. The men engage in various trades, crafts, and assisting with restaurant work, while the women contribute income from their domestic work.

The number of women from Palestine is limited since for the most part they are students, daughters or wives of diplomatic officials and employees based in the Italian capital. Their participation in Italian social and communal life is therefore rather restricted.

Women from Latin America seem to remain in Italy, especially in Rome, for the longest time; they immigrate for reasons of study or for political motives. In recent years, the economic crisis in Latin America has increased the presence of Latin American women in Italy in service jobs and domestic work, women coming for example from Chile, Argentina, Ecuador, El Salvador, and Peru.

The composition of the Italian population changes yearly. In the past twenty years the influx of im/migrant working women has also contributed in bringing some change to the human face of the nation.

This very real movement or displacement of women brings to mind a parallel situation in Canada in the 1940s and 1950s, decades in which men im/migrated at first without families to Canada from European countries in search of work and a better life. The quest by men and women for a better existence will perhaps never abate, nor will the need for all the people of the world to promote and embrace racial co-existence

 

Men Without Women : Early Italian Migration to Canada
Vol 3 # 2 1994

Both historians and scholars of world population studies agree that mass migrations across the world are among the prominent phenomena of our century. A rich body of literature has been produced studying the demographic and economic effects of movements of masses of people from one country to another. Yet, surprisingly little has been written on the psychological repercussions that such massive population shifts have had and continue to have on both the persons who migrate/immigrate * , and on those who are left behind. To date, studies have been principally devoted to analyzing the processes of assimilation/ acculturation into new lands of adoption.

However, beyond these considerations, other questions remain which also deserve attention. What are some of the obligations the im/migrants feel toward the country of origin? How do the members of the family left behind regard the person who has left? How is the family unit affected by the absence of some of its essential members such as husbands, fathers, sons? The answers to these and other questions differ not only from family to family, but also from culture to culture. In relation to early im/migration from Italy, studies have generated some notions which social critics seem to hold in common.

For example, in the first decade of this century, Italian critics of migration thought that men leaving the country were indirectly responsible for a degree of criminality in Italy since families were left unprotected, and children were deprived of the vital role of the father in their lives. This was true of men who left the country, but also of those who left small villages and migrated to industrialized Italian cities, as well as European cities in search of work. While the lay person is under the impression that Italians have always been eager to im/migrate to Canada, this is not completely correct.

Italian social critics at the turn of the 20th century pointed out the negative repercussion of profuse male migration away from Italy: there occurred a radical proliferation of illegitimate births, of cases of adultery, of prostitution, and even infanticides by women unwilling for matters of honour, to accept births of an illegitimate child. (1) Unfortunately, local social prejudices intensified, and were directed mainly against women for corrupting men and social values. Prejudices of woman as corruptor of man derive not only from traditional ideas about creation, and all women deriving from Eve, but also from the Deterministic philosophy widely spread in Europe in the late 19th century. Italy, the foremost Catholic country, fed avidly on these and other discriminating notions. Consequently, in the most conservative household, the woman whose husband or boyfriend migrated, was virtually under “house arrest” since members of the extended household took care to guard her honour. For their own part, migrant heads of families lived abroad with a sense of guilt for not living up to family obligations, in relation to their children, their wives, and often aging parents.

Some historians of migration patterns identify an additional type of migrant worker not only in Italy, but in other cultures as well: one who was able to return home at least once a year, look after financial matters, re-establish the future birth of a child, and return to his work abroad. (2)

As for the problems faced by Italian migrant males in North America, recorded history categorizes them mainly along lines of discrimination. For example, both young and middle-aged Italian males were routinely stigmatized with “infecting” the women with whom they had relations with disease. (3) They were accused even back home of leading a loose existence in North America. But interviews with young and older workers in the years prior to WWI, tell a vividly different story. Away from loved ones, deprived of their mother tongue, isolated in labour camps in lonely regions of Canada, these Italian labourers, men without women, confessed to feeling like “beasts of burden”, worthless, different from and certainly inferior to Canadians as well as Anglosaxons. (4) In reality, there was suffering on both sides of the Atlantic: lonely migrant men in the host country, lonely women left behind – a suffering resulting not from abuse of individual freedom, as was generally presumed, but rather from emotional and physical rigours and frustrations which are not part of normal existence.

Acculturation on the part of these migrant men was out of the question since for them, as for men from other European nations, the period of stay was to be brief, primarily for the purpose of making and saving money to take home. Moreover, in these early decades, Canadian authorities ensured that these “target migrants” were kept in places all together by nationalities. Logically, the “leaders” of working groups, as well as managers or labour “bosses” came from the same country, speaking the same language; they were perfectly placed to take advantage of the workers through favouritism, pay-offs, and the like. (5) It is significant to realize, then, that the formation of ethnic foci as for example the sections known as “Little Italy” in Canadian (and American) cities such as Vancouver, Toronto, Montreal is a social characteristic of Canadian culture encouraged in part by early attitudes of Canadian authorities toward migrant people. Until lately, popular attitude tended to disparage ethnic people who grouped together for the conservation of language and culture. This was viewed as a reluctance to leave oneself open to receiving cultural influences from the land of adoption.

Perhaps the best documentation of the reality experienced by early migrant workers is to be found in the writings by these workers which are slowly coming to be accepted as part of our Canadian literary heritage. Whatever hardships may have been endured by early Italian labourers, one thing is certain: whenever they were able to rejoin their families with some of their savings, they did so with feelings of gratitude toward the host country. Meanwhile, despite the harsh descriptions of climate and labour conditions brought home by these workers, there persisted in Italy, in the imagination of Italians, and in their 20th century literature, impressions of Canada as a land of plenty and of opportunity. During Fascism Mussolini closed migration to the U.S. and Canada in the 1920s and 1930s because he wished to populate Italian colonies in Africa. But at the close of WWII Italians turned again to Canada in the late 1940s. However, this time their exodus assumed the character of full-fledged immigration, men with their families. The contrasts between war-torn Italy and the potential energies openly evident in the Canadian landscape, created dramatic and lasting images in the minds of Italians on a quest for a better future. In 1949 a farmer’s wife from Abruzzi wrote her first letter home expressing relief at having reached Canada safely with her husband and daughter. She loved Canada immediately, though she did not know English. In a couple of days she had become convinced, the letter said, that “God had created Canada in the daytime, and Italy at night” (6)

The poem offered here, “Canadese”- Canadian – by Antonino Mazza (7) speaks of a genuinely felt wish for belonging to Canadian culture, of the time and growth leading to acculturation, and, in the end, of the lightly cynical realization that when one comes from a foreign country, one never really “belongs” for even if we wish to believe ourselves wholly Canadian, those born here, even our own children, will remind us that we come from elsewhere:

Canadese

Because life for him
has been labour and struggle,
Canadese, remember your father.
Don’t try to stifle your mother tongue,
in our cage, it is wrong;
do canaries smother their private song?
Be patient , don’t rage,
Canadese, in time we’ll belong;
We’ll acquire our own sense of the land;
we’ll record life and death of our million births;
we’ll have families,
above and below the earth
Canadese, you must never forget
what you are . . . never!
because when you do, they’ll remind you

* Migrate: with the goal of returning to their country of origin Emigrate / immigrate: with the goal of settling in the country of adoption
(1) T.Cyriax, Among Italian Peasants (Glasgow, 1919), 216
(2) V.Nee, Longtime California. A Documentary Study of an American Chinatown (Boston 1973, pp.60-124)
(3) S.Gagumina, Wop. A Documentary History of Anti-Italian Discrimination in the United States (San Francisco 1973); and R.Froester, Italian Emigration of Our Times Cambridge: Harvard, 1919), 441
(4) “Notiziario”, in Rivista di emigrazione [Review of Emigration] May 1908, p.42; and J.Davis, “Town and country”, in Anthropological Quarterly, July 1969
(5) M.Nelson, Temporary Versus Permanent Cityward Migration. Causes and Consequences (Boston 1976), 63
(6) Correspondence of Raffaelina Colilli with her uncle Rocco Golini
(7) Antonino Mazza came to Canada in 1961 and is a celebrated Italian Canadian writer. He has received numerous prizes for his original works of literature and translations into English. He lives with his family in Toronto

 

The Sistine Chapel : The Work of Restoration of the Century
Vol 3 # 3 1994

A new school year is upon us again! Are your children alert and excited? How about some review, or a smart quiz before the big plunge into the void of the classroom? Try an art quiz with them or some of your friends. You have the questions and of course the answers. What is the largest work of art in our Western culture undertaken by a single individual? What work of art is viewed each year by the largest number of people? What work of art has been restored after nearly 500 years and is almost as beautiful as when first executed? Who is the artist? The answer to all these questions is the Sistine Chapel ceiling by Michelangelo Buonarroti.

Each year tens of thousands of people from all parts of the world, of all ages and religions stream daily into the Vatican chapel to view Michelangelo’s master work. This year marks the fifth anniversary of the completion of the restoration of the ceiling, and signals the conclusion of the restoration of the Last Judgement as well. The entire composition was badly in need of cleaning and several corrections. Besides having suffered bad touch-up work, it had accumulated leached salts, dust, candle soot, mould, and other pollutants for over 450 years since its completion in 1512. After more than a decade of demanding labour amidst much controversy as to how the restoration ought to be carried out, the Sistine Chapel ceiling and front wall, considered by many the greatest work of art in Western history, emerged clean and radiant. The Sistine Chapel ceiling consists of an 8,070 square-foot flat surface. The front wall illustrating the Last Judgement measures 2,200 square feet. Michelangelo used the ancient medium of “fresco” (painting on wet plaster) on which to record his singular vision. The ceiling fresco composition portrays the Creation and the Fall, 12 prophets and sibyls from the Old Testament, 40 ancestors of Christ, and about 300 additional figures, young and old. The story on the ceiling extends from God’s bringing order out of chaos by separating Light from Darkness, followed by the creation of the planets down to the creation of man and woman, their expulsion from the Garden of Eden, the Drunkenness of Noah, and the Great Flood. Michelangelo was only 33 when he began this work about which Goethe wrote, in the 18th century, that “We cannot know what a human being can achieve until we have seen this fresco.” More recently, Professor James Beck, Chair of art history at Columbia University, has called the fresco “the umbilical belly button – the navel – of Christianity, and in many ways the navel of modern Western civilization.”

About the painting of the Sistine ceiling, the story recorded in the history books is that Michelangelo had been commissioned to execute a monumental tomb for Pope Julius II, great sponsor of the arts. Michelangelo’s conception of this tomb was so magnificent, that it aroused the jealousy of Donato Bramante, the then papal architect. In order to distract Michelangelo from work on the tomb, Bramante conspired to have the work of the Sistine Chapel assigned to Michelangelo. Bramante knew Michelangelo as a great sculptor, and could never have suspected that in the few years following, 1509-12, Michelangelo would execute a work of painting which would surprise and continue to thrill the world for centuries. Yet, despite his great genius with the brush, all his life Michelangelo considered himself a sculptor before a painter.

The restoration of the Ceiling frescos and those of the front wall of the Last Judgement, have been undertaken for the purpose of keeping alive and safe one of the greatest treasures of Western civilization. At the same time, the restoration of the huge fresco to its natural, original, bright and radiant colours accomplishes an equally important task, that of correcting centuries-old misconceptions of Michelangelo himself as a sombre, solitary, melancholic man, as traditionally geniuses were supposed to be. The darkness of the Sistine ceiling had always been associated by even eminent art historians, with the presumed “darkness” of Michelangelo’s character. How could modern historians know what true brightness, what brilliant gems of shapes and colours lay underneath five centuries of candle soot and pollution. Thus unveiling the bright symphony of glowing colours and perfect shapes which convey Michelangelo’s vision of the greatness of God’s creation, also brings to light new and more accurate impressions of Michelangelo the man and the artist, as a lover of life, of beauty, and of humankind. These qualities in Michelangelo’s character are already eloquently inscribed in his many magnificent sonnets read only by scholars, but which in fact are available to everyone in a new English translation.

It has taken 13 years and over 35,000 working hours to bring the work of restoration to a successful completion. Tons of chemical solvents, as well as sensitive computer equipment have also been indispensable in the cleaning up process. The international team of expert art restorers have also lifted 17 of the 40 sets of clothes which were awkwardly painted onto nude figures as ordered by the Vatican in the 1700s. Thus, today the entire composition is more like Michelangelo’s work than at any other time in history. In order to preserve this freshness of colour, the latest technological aids have been put to work in the Sistine Chapel: a special mat has been installed to absorb dust brought in by tourists; special air filters and air conditioning equipment are at work at all times; appropriate halogen lamps are also used to seal and highlight the colours.

The entire work of restoration has cost the equivalent of over 11 million U.S. dollars donated by Nippon Television Company of Tokyo. Contributions have also been given by international companies. However, the bulk financing belongs to Japan, for which, according to a contract made in 1981 with the Vatican, Nippon Television had the exclusive rights to works of restoration, has made over 170,000 metres of film equal to 250 hours of work. The contract which expires in three years also gives Nippon Television rights of reproduction of images of Michelangelo’s work for commercial purposes. It is here relevant to note that a remarkably large number of tourists who come to admire works of art in Ital and throughout the Western world are in fact from the East. Since the 1970s Japan has given assiduous and generous contributions to the preservation of western works of art. I was very moved by this and glad, while holding back of my head with both my hands this July as I gaped with open mouth at the Sistine Chapel ceiling together with the two hundred or so people in the room. A man’s voice kept reminding us, “Silenzio! Silenzio!” However, tourists find it very difficult to keep “quiet” in front of such a wondrous work.

Why is tourism Italy’s largest industry? and why do tourists from all parts of the world keep flocking to Italy? Only tourists can give answers to such questions. I felt like a tourist this summer in my own country of origin, as I determined once and for all to try to understand the source of this attraction. As I streamed down the Vatican steps to the Sistine with my young niece who lives in Rome, and with the swelling river of people who quietly moved step by step down closer to the Chapel, I felt myself gasping with emotion, and hot tears welled secretly in my eyes: I was not only proud to be of Italian origin, but also happy that human history has left us such precious monuments as the Sistine Chapel which keep on inspiring our sentiments and refreshing our passions for love and appreciation of humanity. After all, what is the role of art which lasts and lasts after its moment of completion? Is it not to transcend time beyond generations so that the universal passions of those who created the work, may live also in the hearts of those who come into contact with that work of art, be it literature, architecture, film, music, or any one of the arts. Art transcends time. Is this why tourists come to Italy? to experience timelessness through art and the physical remains of history? The passions which crowned Michelangelo’s vision of the spiritual human cosmos live today more resplendently than they have lived in the past 450 years. The world is grateful for this. I experienced a similar sense of gratitude last weekend when I visited the McMichael Canadian Art Collection in Kleinburg, Ontario, to view the paintings of the Canadian Group of Seven. I reflected that, while Michelangelo has shown us the glory of being human, the Canadian Artists of the Group of Seven have shown us the beauty, the wonder and glory of Canadian virgin nature which is the cradle for the lives of us all and which we all should work to conserve.

If you cannot take your children to see the Sistine Chapel as school begins again, do take them to Kleinburg, (at Hwys 7 & 35 very near Toronto) to see the magnificent works of the Canadian Group of Seven that inspire great reverence for our Canadian natural heritage!

 

Looking for Responsible . . . Actions
Vol 3 # 4 1994

The recent United Nations International Conference on Population and Development held in Cairo (Egypt) places the responsibility of the future welfare of the earth squarely on the shoulders , not only of governments, but of every breathing human being for whom this planet is a home. Although in its first days the conference was plagued by infighting on sensitive issues such as abortion, it is fortunate that the more than 170 nations represented reached understanding and a compromise on many issues. It is expected that the texts will be made public in the near future. The voices which emerged from the conference focused specifically on ideological and practical problems surrounding issues of population control. It is unfortunate that these issues “stole the show”, so to speak, since not much in the way of news regarding the equally important matter of “development” reached the average person interested in the proceedings of the conference. In his speech, U.S. Vice-President Al Gore called for a “holistic understanding” of population planning that would embrace a wide range of development issues such as women’s empowerment, maternal – and child health care, democratic development, and reduced levels of official corruption. He hastened to point out that “No single one of these issues is likely to be sufficient by itself to produce the pattern of change we are seeking”

In this post war era, the industrialized and developing nations have been playing a trading “game”: people travel from the South, and the East toward the North and the West, while technology and material goods travel from the North and the West to the South and the East. This has been possible and even necessary since the Western nations – and very Catholic Italy is among these – have used not only education and family planning, but also drastic measures to control population growth. The West expects developing nations to follow its example by reducing the birth rate. This is not an easy task by any means, as the West has yet to learn. A number of developing nations subscribe to nuclear development programs. The Globe and Mail (September 6, ’94, p. A8) pointed out that Pakistan is suspected of being among these nations whose governments are for this reason ineligible for U.S. financial assistance. Yet, Pakistan’s Prime Minister, Benazir Bhutto underscores on the same page the fact that lower fertility rates would not be achieved in her country without more aid. Pakistan’s population, she points out, has increased to 125 million from 70 million in 30 years, and may reach 243 million by the year 2050 (when world population is expected to be double), if major investments are not made in Pakistan. Moreover, there is no indication thus far that developing nations are unanimously in favour of reducing population growth in their respective countries. Just as the Vatican is ideologically at odds with sex education and reproductive-health education, so also the Islamic countries, for example, regard the spontaneous, natural reproduction of life as a “good” since each new human being can potentially make great contributions to the world good. The past half century has proved that research and great improvements in health sciences, together with humankind’s indomitable desire to reproduce have been stronger than any other argument or measure to check population growth. Who can guarantee that the next half century will be different?

While the West can convey some examples in population control, it provides thus far less than admirable examples in areas of sustainable development. In fact, the developed nations are a living illustration of the fact that the lower the population growth, the higher is the standard of living and the greater the threat to environmental welfare. Even as the world achieves a drastic slowing down of population growth, humanity still has to reckon with its unquenchable desire for “improving” its material lifestyle – something which places an unsustainable burden on the environment, as we have witnessed in the past two decades.

Irrespective of their economic standing, today’s nations are caught in a Catch-22 predicament: a slower population growth is necessary in order to allow sustainable development; on the other hand, reduced global population would permit higher standards of living which place unprecedented demands on global resources. Global consciousness has awakened to problems of population explosion and sustainable development which were very real concerns in California 30 years ago when I was a struggling graduate student there, and recycling was already part of daily activity. But nations have yet to conceive of problems tangential to achieving population control. These loom large over the horizon of the earth which is part of our bodies and our homes. The following poem which I wrote at that time did not seem to have great relevance in terms of global destiny since human injury to environment was not a forefront issue outside California three decades ago. Today, however, this little poem seems to have relevance in terms of the earth’s past innocence compared with present persistent technological “battering” of the environment. I offer it here in publication for the first time especially because it concludes optimistically with a plea for a return to a simpler life in harmony with the environment.

EARTH

Is there still hidden hope
in the bowels of your world?

Before darkness falls
can we strangle these cancers
that choke us all?

Every continent and island
is teeming with expectant life,
with joy, with war and strife.

Primordial Earth
how beautiful you were!

Nothing was holier than your nakedness
against man’s nakedness:
it burned
it shivered
and was vast like the cloak of seasons.

Freedom and imagination soared like eagle wings.

Impenetrable at evening
your domains were infinitely delicate,
infinitely violent.

Your children spoke words without syllables
on radiant mornings
when colours
all about you
pierced through passions of your shepherds’ hearts.

It was you they loved:
with monuments of blond stones
they decked your valleys and your peaks.

Even along deserted island roads
they built with songs their temples
and their homes.

Earth,
how beautiful you were,
our sole redeeming gift
when you belonged to none
but gave yourself to all

till now
ravished in rags
you lie

so beautiful
even as you die.

Our lakes, mountains, and our falls
sing still in rapture
with each rising sun
concealing underneath
the tumours of our times.

Our hearts are cold with hate.

Too late we suffer
and rage for man
who ravaged
and laid you low,
our Mother and our Pride.

Now nameless voices
from their graves cry out,
faceless, brave and loud,
yet we with all our madness
cannot hear . . .
listen:

they are scattered like our winds
that speak to us of love and song
they are bursting like the morning sun,
fragrant like the flowers of our dreams

 

Canadian Women Writers of Italian Descent
Vol 5 # 1 1996

Canadian women writers of Italian origin have been active in many of the Canadian provinces during the past fifteen years. In fact, there exists in Canada, stretching from East to West, a bright constellation of women writers of Italian origin. We note here those who have contributed substantially to Canadian literature through their many and assiduous publications. In the Easter provinces Liliane Welch lives in New Brunswick, but was born in Luxembourg. She was raised by an Italian mother whose parental last name was Bravi. Lisa Carducci, born in Quebec, is fluent in five languages, but writes mainly in French and Italian. Mary Melfi also lives in Quebec, but was born in Italy and came to Canada at the age of five. Her works are in English. This is also true of Mary di Michele who lives in Montreal but came to Canada as a child.

To date, the province of Quebec has been very fertile ground for the production of literary works by Italian Canadian women and men. Elena Maccaferri Randaccio, recently deceased, wrote in Montreal between 1958 and the late 1970s under the pseudonyms of Elena Albani, and Elena MacRan (the first three letters of Maccaferri and Randaccio). She published in Italian, in Italy, the two earliest novels by an immigrant Italian Canadian woman.

In Ontario, Maria Ardizzi has been enriching Italian Canadian literature since the early 1980s through her unforgettable novels and moving poetry. Three of her novels comprise “The Emigrant Cycle” and have earned her both national and international acclaim. Gianna Patriarca’s poetry continues to delight the reading and listening public since the poet travels throughout Canada to give her readings. Her poetry reveals a quest for precision of language, both Italian and English, a language which conjures up deeply remembered personal experiences. The past 15 years have engendered an ever growing number of Canadian writers who “tell stories of hardship and of success, stories about their own or – more commonly – their parents’ experiences. They try to understand the two worlds in which they live and function … But what struck me about all these novels – by Italians, Ukranians, Poles, or whatever – is that they are both particular and universal in their aim and appeal. They are not just about Italians, Poles, or Ukrainians and their problems as immigrants fitting into our ethnic mosaic; they also articulate the problems of any newcomer to any new society”

The Canadian Prairies have given us Caterina Loverso Edwards, born in Venice, emigrated to England with her family, and then moved to Canada. Her novels and short stories are written in English, and are highly evocative of Italy, especially the Venice of her childhood memories.

On the West coast, Genni Donati Gunn lives and writes in British Columbia, but was born in Trieste and came to Canada at the age of ten. Fluent in Italian, Genni Gunn writes poetry, short stories, and novels in English and collaborates very productively with established Canadian writers.

As just mentioned, Elena Albani and Maria Ardizzi are the two writers who employ the Italian language as their consistent vehicle of expression. They are also related to the extent that the dichotomies existing between Italy and Canada are focal concerns in their novels accentuating territorial displacement, or deterritorialization, as some have called it, as well as loss of communication within the family. Elena Albani’s earliest work, the novel aptly entitled Canada, Mia seconda patria, published in 1958, focuses on a young Italian family’s trauma while in Canada during the Second World War. Albani, herself a school teacher, emigrated to Montreal in the early 1950s. Montreal was a place of refuge for several Italian expatriates. Among these we find the protagonists of the novel, which does not in fact directly address the position of the French Canadian woman of Italian origin. Yet the main character, the young immigrant wife Claudia Moreni, faces social and cultural hardships directly related to the human socio-cultural landscape existing in Quebec at that time. Statistical studies indicate that in Quebec, in 1911, women of Italian origin constituted 2.5% of total immigrant women. The number climbed to 15.3% by 1961, and to 16% by 19811 with a slight increase through the 1980s. The 19 year old Claudia in Mia seconda patria, experiences a total sense of alienation on account of a lack of adequate human contacts. The double linguistic barriers French/English, seem as alien signs of communication, aggravate the state of separation of self from society. The husband’s sudden departure for Italy on family business further complicates the young woman’s relationship to the social and cultural reality which surrounds her. The year is 1940. Concrete historical facts remind us that in June of that year Canada declared war on Italy, and severed diplomatic relations. This meant that, once in Italy, Michele Moreni could not re-enter Canada nor could he communicate with his wife. Claudia is faced with the harsh reality of having to survive with her daughter in isolation and abandonment. Claudia’s human predicament as immigrant, mother and widow, is solved happily in her joining with a British immigrant who is more concretely integrated with Canadian social and economic reality. Elena Albani thus creates a woman who, thanks to her tenacious character and her spirit of adaptability, is able to leap over centuries of Italian traditions seeking integration not only on Canadian soil, but in the company and partnership with a member of the dominant culture. This novel addresses a number of themes which find expression in later Italian Canadian literature as well: the woman’s isolation; the fraying of familial communication and ties; the woman’s eventual attainment of personal and social freedom which, in the 1950s, would have been difficult for her had she remained in Italy.

In the setting of English-speaking Ontario, almost a generation later, Maria Ardizzi also explores the life situation of an Italian wife and mother in relation to her individual freedom. In Ardizzi’s novel, as in Albani’s we find the strong vein of separation between men and women. Unlike Albani’s young protagonist, Ardizzi’s Nora is unable to make positive employment of her individual freedom by effecting a new social network for herself. Her life needs to be increasingly alimented by her children’s presence and affections. Nora’s vision of life and family retain the image of a confined cage or “gabbia stretta” to such a dramatic point that she becomes physically paralized, and eventually silent. Nora internalizes what she perceives to be external elements of social and familial rejections. In time her body rejects her.

The poetry of Liliane (Bravi) Welch is reminiscent of ancestral customs and traditions. Her poetry dwells on remote memories which are engulfed for the most part by the austere nature of the east-Canadian landscape, and by the ever-present voice of the Atlantic ocean.

Some of Welch’s autobiographical concerns centre on her ancestral roots as displayed in the 1987 collection Word-House of a Grandchild.2 Here, in the Preface, Welch states, “I have learned from my genealogy that a family epic is something as forbidding, incomprehensible and ritualistic as a wilderness area; that when you are looking for one specific ancestor at the beginning of a path, another one is waiting for you at the next turn . . . My awakening to my grandparents’ plights and adventures began when, in 1978, I first went to Italy . . . The firm sense of social relations and family commitments returned me to the world of my childhood.” The writer nurtures a magical fascination with her grandfather, “Rinaldo Bravi” – his name/ conceals power and panic … the vowels/ spell ‘strong ruler,’/ the consonants rise up/ proudly. [“Names”,3] In “Slaves of Solitude”, the grandchild, in a voyeuristic rhapsody paints snake-like, a vision of carnal engagement between her grandparents, more an exercise in mutual devouring than redemptive conjugal love:

How I feel
this evening their already
fettering
intransigent lust!
In my body-
heat, their division
revives its rock-face
the secret pulse,
exhaustion traps their thirst
and moans rise from
these stubborn slaves of solitude. [21]

In the course of preparing this collection, Welch, by the gift of her creative memory, has brought back to life the persons of her grandparents. The poems serve the purpose of real visitations to the setting where their lives unfolded. The writer returns to Italy to reclaim the memory of her childhood. The deceased ancestors return to the imagination of the writer, and through her, to the village to resume a former life, so to speak, whose episodes Welch recounts. In the end, in the last poem aptly named “Migrations,” the ancestors migrate back to their afterlife, as the writer migrates back to Canada:

Grandfather I heard you
in the flock of Canada
geese last night
when their honk came peeling
from the wind, through clouds,
past rooftops into my bed, that pure
lonely, soaring call
lifted me out of my dreams
to the confines of your migrations
to earth’s end. You were bereft of voice
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I too am driven by your need
for a hundred migrations to come.
I seek you, Rinaldo. Promise of flight.[62]

The need which the immigrants have felt, and continue to feel, for reaching back in their memory for recollections of the past to confirm the present has been considered a typcically immigrant syndrome. Let us remember however, that the exercise of recalling the past both in order to confirm the present and to provide consolation for it, were and continue to be cherished exercises of writers and artists the world over. Memory and doting on remembrances play central roles in creative evolution and in the unfolding of our individual existence.

The time has come for us and for other Canadians to realize that Canadian authors of Italian origin bring to the thresholds of our hearts and memory themes which are dear to them and to all immigrants in our quest for personal identity and authenticity. Let us not forget that many of these themes are universal in nature, though particular in expression and language. If culture emerges from actions and human expressions, Canadian women writers of Italian origin are certainly luminous examples of culture questioning itself as it creates, through the human body, the spoken and written word.

1 Alidya Lamotte, Les Autres Quebecoises (Montreal: Ministere des Communautes culturelles et de l’immigration, 1985),pp21-22,60. Lamotte elaborates with respect to type of employment, noting from studies conducted that of the 106.700 immigrant women in general who receive wages, 72% are employed in factories, while 40% work in domestic and service activities
2 Liliane (Bravi) Welch, “Word-House of a Grandchild” (Charlottetown: Ragweed Press, 1987)
3 “Italian-Canadian Women Writers Recall History,” Canadian Ethnic Studies,XVIII, 1 (1986),83

poems . .

Buenas Noches, Senority
by Hoang Chinh

Buenos dias, Senorita
Good morning, the stateless girl
Life in exile’s hopelessly thin
since grief’s ulcerating us, bones and skin.

Buenas tardes, Senorita
Good afternoon, my little girl.
Life’s going downhill; life’s difficult
any hope in your haggard eyes ?

Buenas noches, Senorita
Good evening, little girl. Night is fathomless.
Fires are South, where your homeland is
Nicaragua, or Guatemala … ?
Through the darkness of night
covered by curtains of tear.
Do you still see your home country everywhere ?

Buenas noches, Senorita
Sleep well, dear ; please sleep for me
Since on the other side of the sea
my parents are suffering in the desperate fight
how can I sleep in this luxuriously comfortable night
thinking about pieces of tapioca
and sweet potato of my home country ?

So please dream an extra nice dream for me.
Buenas noches, Senorita

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Bello Canada !
by Maria viuda de (widow of) Amaya

mi segundo patria,
que me acogio con amor,
me abrio sus brazos
cual madre amorosa
y posar en tu dulce regazo.
Te amo, mi segundo patria,
por que eres bella, eres grande y generosa,
cual una diosa,
Para ti, que has hecho nacer en me pecho,
torrentes de amor,
por tus lirios perfumados,
por tus rosas rojas,
por el blanco sudario de tus campos
cubiertos de nieve
Por tudo, TE AMO !

Beautiful Canada !

My second country,
that welcomed me with love
opened its arms
like a loving mother
embraced me close to your heart
I love you my second country
for being beautiful, vast and generous
like a goddess
for you who has created in my heart
lots of love,
for your perfumed lilies,
for your red roses,
for the white shroud of your prairies
covered with snow
For everything, I LOVE YOU !