CROSSING BOK CHITTO
Beautiful story telling and illustrations. This is a children’s book that even an adult can enjoy.
My friend here in Cherokee County told me about this book, how she knew of the artist, Jeanne Bridges, a Cherokee woman from around here. Tim Tingle, the writer, is a storyteller. I have only listened to two Cherokee storytellers and both kept me spell bound, just as this book did, but I admit, listening to story telling is much better.
This book made me think of the Indian belief that you could make yourself invisible by chanting just a few words, that even I tried once, and they seemed to work. But in this case it was a black boy who taught his new Indian friend Martha Tom how to become invisible if you walked slow, but not too slow. My husband taught me that if you didn’t move, you would not be seen, because it is movement that draws attention, and so we tried it together and I saw that it worked. I intuitively used his method once when I was young woman and believe it saved my life, but that is another story. In this case, in this story, movement is necessary.
The story beings, “There is a river called Bok Chitto that cuts though Mississippi. In the days before the War Between the States, in the days before the Trail of Tears, Bok Chitto was a boundary. On one side of the river lived the Choctaws, a nation of Indian people. On the other side lived the plantation owners and their slaves. If a slave escaped and made his way across Bok Chitto, the slave was free. The slave owner could not follow. That was the law,” and this was the story that Tim Tingle had once heard when he as in Mississippi.
Martha, a young Choctaw girl lives on one side of the Bok Chitto River with her tribe, and she was told to never cross the river to the other side but what child ever listens? I know, many do.
In the river there was a path made of flat rocks that the Choctaws had built, rocks that you could walk on in order to get across to the other side; rocks that the plantation owners could not see because they were just under the water. Because they were hard to see, you had to memorize this path in order to not fall into the river.
Martha learned to cross this river one day when she wanted to pick blackberries on the other side, but after picking the berries, she became lost in the woods and could not find the river. She came to a clearing where she saw rolled logs set in a circle. She found a log and sat down on it, but then a black man came to this clearing and called out, “We are bound for the promised land.” She quickly hid in the bushes, and just as she had, and seeing no one other than this man, a hundred voices cried out in a ghost like whispers, “We are bound for the promised land.”
Martha makes friends with the blacks and one family in particular whose young son helps her to get home safely by teaching her how to become invisible to the plantation owners. After that she and the boy Mo become close friends, and so you see she crosses the river again and again in order to spend time with him, and she also learns English and goes to their church. The story continues, but I will leave you here in their church with the choir singing, “Shall We Gather at the River.” I know, that changed the mood of my review, but I couldn’t help myself. Just think of me as the Cherokee Trickster Rabbit who is prone to humorously inappropriate behavior or in this case, writing. I just thought that that song was appropriate for this story.