Anishinabe in Search of Themselves
From the moment Columbus stepped ashore in the Bahamas, the native peoples of America began to lose their identity. After all, he called them "Indians". Subsequent generations stereotyped and re-stereotyped the American peoples into caricatures and unreal children of nature (or else whooping attackers of wagon trains, disturbing the work of settling a new continent----their continent !). Where did those Anishinabe of the northern woodlands (and others) ever go ? If you hammer people with garbage long enough, they could begin to believe in junk themselves. When everybody seems to think you're an alcoholic loser, you might begin to feel so yourself. That's what was happening in Minnesota and Wisconsin back in the early 1970s where the Anishinabe still dwelt on several reservations and in the Minneapolis-St. Paul urban area. It was a time of Black Power, Red Power, and any other kind of power movement, a period of clenched, raised fists, a loud cacophony of voices saying "this Great Society you're talking about ain't so great. We want a say in how we're governed. We want the police off our backs. We want some of that 'truth, justice, and the American way'. It's not just for some, it's for all the people." And isn't it ?
THE EVERLASTING SKY was written as part of that upsurge of pride, identity formation, and demand for justice in the `60s and `70s. [*I read the first edition, though it has been re-issued.] It is written by an Anishinabe poet mainly for Anishinabe readers and to establish a valid claim, to point out the myriad injustices as well as admit to some faults on the Anishinabe side. I see it as a fair and useful book for the native American people often labelled "Chippewa" or "Ojibway"---both whiteman names for Anishinabe. It is also a rather unorganized book, with certain types of information repeated in several places, with a lot of reiteration of various ideas, and with simplistic descriptions of Anishinabe life or thought. If you are interested in knowing much about Anishinabe culture or direction, this is not the place you're going to get it.
This is a poet writing about politics and social movements and that's certainly what it sounds like. Plus....an irritating plus....while much of the book decries how the whites have lumped all so-called Indians together, failed to see them as dreaming, thinking individuals with a sense of humor and visions of the past, the author does exactly the same thing to whites. Disappointing to say the least. If you want to say "well, that's fair retribution", OK, I can see that, but don't ask me to praise the book for such a tack. Three decades on, I wonder how the Oshki Anishinabe are doing. I wish them success in everything.