Santa Cruz, California, October 28th, 2014

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Showing posts with label Hweeldi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hweeldi. Show all posts

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Okay, so we know WHY I write, but do we know WHAT I write?


Most TFTR readers know that I write about Navajo history, specifically The Long Walk and the prison camp near Fort Sumner, New Mexico known as Bosque Redondo, or most properly, "Hweeldi".

So, let's talk about the first story...A Dangerous Mercy.

The first book starts in 1864, in the POV (point of view-the person "telling" the story) of Tsi'tnaginnie (Sit-nah-ginnie) a Navajo silversmith whose family and clans are being marched at gunpoint from their home in Canyon de Chelly (du Shay) across the desert to Fort Sumner, New Mexico.

Then things get worse.

At the time the story takes place, Native Americans were despised by most settlers and military personnel. Absolutely DESPISED. They were seen as savages, vermin, wild creatures, blocking the God-fearing folk from progress and destiny.
But, not just in North America. The attitude of European Anglos toward indigenous peoples almost everywhere on Earth was patriarchal and superior. Africa, the South Pacific, Asia, Latin America, everywhere...white=smarter, better, more civil. thus, the darker the skin tone, the more ignorant a person was.

But hey, who built Machu Picchu? The Great Wall? Who read the stars and crossed the South Seas in outriggers? Who saw the night sky as their map?

And for many, the sad state of affairs was mostly encouraged with the blessing of whatever religious authority was around. 

So, let's review... very few Anglo-Europeans and Native Americans got along. Treachery and death had a lot to do with things. 

On both sides.

Anyhow...
I tell the story of one family, the people they loved, and what would've happened in the land story tellers adore...the land of What If.  

"Tsi'tnaginnie" 
Martin Sensmeier by Wolfn Photography*



Kasha Kropinski as Kemma Fallon*


What if after he's taken prisoner, Tsi'tnaginnie finds work at Hweeldi with the blacksmith, Eamon St. George? He's skilled with metals and learns the trade quickly from Eamon.
What if he becomes the brother that Eamon always wanted? 
What if kinship saw only the heart, and Tsi'tnaginnie's parents and daughter loved Eamon as one of their own?
What if Tsi'tnaginnie's worst enemy was the fort commander, Josiah Fallon? 
What if Tsi'tnaginnie's greatest love was the fort commander's daughter, Kemma?
What if the only person between Kemma, and intentional death, was Tsi'tnaginnie? 
What if the ever present evil of slavery touched Tsi'tnaginnie, and destroyed his whole world?






What if Tsi'tnaginnie's belief in God hinged on the impossible? 







Sometimes, only the impossible will do.

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Here's the Pinterest link for the book:
https://www.pinterest.com/jenniferlmajor/a-dangerous-mercy/
*DISCLAIMER: These pictures are from my Pinterest boards and do not imply that either actor is involved with my work, but are meant only to provide a visual for the reader.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

When the truth is stranger than fiction...





Sometimes, I just tilt my head and wonder, outloud, how some people come to certain conclusions. 
Take this, for instance.
This is our actual address, and yes it's really in there, and has been for 19 years.






Now read the stuff on the yellow sticker.


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Weird.

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Soooo, we're NOT here?

Or someone just didn't try. 

Or care to try.

Or care to try and learn the truth.

Or, since the community mailbox IS ACROSS THE STREET FROM MY HOUSE???

And no one tried...maybe...


We're....


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...not there.

Dude, that's funny, and creepy.
And very sad.

Can you imagine knowing you are here, but no one sees you?
No one cares?

NO ONE thinks you matter?

And the ones who do see you? 

The few who can change whether or not anyone else knows about you???

Lock you up and try to bury the key?

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What do you mean "lock up?"



It happens.

All over the world.

All the time.

And it happened in Arizona and New Mexico, back when they were territories.
In 1864.

To her...
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...to him...
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It was brutal.
Cruel.
Unforgettable.


But now? Mostly forgotten.


Unless you're Navajo, or Apache.

Or?

A historian.
Or a citizen of New Mexico, or Arizona.
Or you've been taught it in school.
Or a few other reasons...

Like, being a crazy white girl from Canada, and can't let it go.


Me and fellow trouble maker Ted Charles, retired teacher and life long Marine, Canyon de Chelly (d'shay)
November, 2013 

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I'm going to be blogging more on the 'why' of my work, and the 'who'...

But if you want to have a face to start your point of reference as to my drive to tell the story of The Long Walk, look no further at my dear friend Ted Charles.

What does Ted have to do with The Long Walk and the prison camp known as Hweeldi?

Ask his grandfather, Tsi'tnaginnie, who was a prisoner there, at Bosque Redondo.

As a child.

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So, how do we counter that?

We already know.

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He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.

Micah 6:8


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