Showing posts with label American Indians. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 20, 2024

Helen Rountree and E. Randolph Turner III, "Before and after Jamestown: Virginia's Powhatans and Their Predecessors"

Helen Rountree (born 1944) has long been the leading historian of Virginia's Indians. She turned a girlhood obsession with Pocahontas into a successful academic career, writing several books about the people she calls Powhatans. The books she wrote herself cover the period from European contact to the present, and she has also teamed with archaeologists to write two others that take the story back in time.

Before and After Jamestown (2002) is a popular book written at a pretty basic level, but it is full of good information. It is particularly strong on how we know what we know about the Indians of 1607. The sources are: English narratives, especially those of John Smith, William Strachey, and (three generations later) Robert Beverly; archaeology; ethnographic comparison with other Native American communities; and "living history," i.e., modern attempts to re-create past technologies. Rountree makes no use of supposed Native "traditions" until a much later period, when she refers to oral histories recorded in the late 1800s to reconstruct the movements of tribal communities in the reservation era. Rountree is a fan of the English narratives, and while she thinks they misunderstood much, she generally defers to specific claims they made.

For example, John Smith tells us that Powhatan (the person) received the English seated among a dozen of his wives, who were all decked out in their finery. Historians of a feminist bent have challenged this, asserting that the women Smith saw must really have been the Women's Council. But none of our sources mention that Virginia Indians ever had women's councils on the Iroquois model, and even among the Iroquois women's councils had nothing to do with receiving foreign ambassadors, which was entirely managed by the men. Rountree follows Smith's version.

When it comes to archaeology, Rountree is also – how to put this? – pro Eurocentric scholarship. She makes much use of evidence that comes from excavating human burials, including demographic data  and chemical analysis that can document diets and movement between regions. Some modern Indians regard information gleaned from looting graves the way others see the work of Nazi scientists, and think it should never be cited. Virginia's Indian communities have until recently been officially on board with Rountree's approach, and have insisted only on reburial of remains after study. One of the biggest Indian events in Virginia in my lifetime was the reburial of the skeletons from the Great Neck Site in Virginia Beach. I think this probably stems in part from the struggles Virginia's Indians have gone through to establish their identity as Indians, which has made them value historical information over purity. I have the sense, though, that this is changing, and younger generations of Native leaders will try to block any excavation of Indian graves.

Rountree participated for decades in living history programs, introducing generations of her students to Indian basketry, ceramics, house-building, and so on. Some participants in these programs have gotten good enough at the tasks involved to give us real data on how long things like weaving reed mats or stitching shell beads to deerskin actually took. The answer is always some version of "a long time." Certain moderns like to fantasize that more primitive peoples lived laid-back, lazy lives, but this was not true of North American Indians. At least two Indian men are recorded as bragging that they were at home wherever they went, since their houses could be put up in a few hours. But that few hours only covers the assembly of the house. The preparation of the materials could take months, especially in areas where the roofing was reed mats. One of John Smith's famous observations was that forests around Indian villages had been completely stripped of small trees and downed branches, so you could gallop a horse through them unhindered. That was done by women collecting firewood, and it means that after a village had been in place for a few years the women had to travel miles to find fuel for the fires they kept constantly burning.

Rountree has a good eye for issues that are interesting in both the scholarly and general senses. She devotes quite a few pages in Before and After Jamestown to the great difference between men's and women's lives. She has the same impression I have, that certain Indians considered men and women to be separate species that had to come together to make babies but otherwise avoided each other. We have descriptions of Indian women treating their husbands as little more than sources of meat and hides, and mocking or even divorcing them if they failed to provide enough. As for the men, when they entered adulthood they went through a rite that comes down to us under the name of Huskanaw. This was a verion of the standard Woodland Indian initiation rite, in which adolescent boys were taken into the woods and made to hallucinate through some combination of hunger, thirst, pain, exhaustion, and drugs. In the Powhatan version they were supposed to imagine themselves being reborn and emerging with everything they learned in their childhoods forgotten. They even had to be retaught to eat and drink. It's hard to know how seriously to take that claim, but William Strachey wrote it down, so Rountree and I both believe some Indian told him that. Anyway the newborn young men were supposed to forget all childish things and everything else about the years they spent in the company of their mothers.

Randy Turner's contribution to Before and After Jamestown uses archaeology to extend the story back to around 900 AD, when Virginia Indians took up growing corn and beans. This section is pretty thin, because, honestly, what archaeology tells us about Indian life is pretty thin. We have the outlines of their houses, quite a lot of their pottery, enough animal bones to confirm what John Smith wrote about their diets, and thousands of stone arrowheads. Virginia has the worst kind of soil (acidic) and climate (alternately wet and dry, cold and hot) for preservation of anything else. We have next to no art, and all of what we do have was preserved by being taken to Britain. (Like the deerskin cloak above, to which hundreds of small shells were stitched; the Ashmolean calls it Powhatan's Mantle.) We know the Indians made cloaks covered with feathers, but none survive from this part of the world. We know they made music, but we have none of their instruments. 

That leaves us with the burials. From them we learn that Virginia's Indians had a harsh age pyramid, with many people dying young and very few living past 50. We learn that they traded for copper from the Great Lakes region and used it to make ornaments. We learn that they had several different ways of treating the dead, which is honestly one of North American archaeology's more puzzling discoveries. Every Indian a white man ever asked said, "Among my people we treat the dead like this," without any qualifications about different approaches for different kinds of people, but the archaeology shows this was not so.

It is humbling for an archaeologist to consider that there is more information in any one of the three main English accounts of Powhatan life than we have ever been able to learn or could learn by any technology we have or could imagine. 

What archaeology can do is push the story very far back in time. So far as we can tell, after AD 900 Indians in eastern North America were living in pretty much the way that Smith and Strachey described. They were also ethnically the same people, speaking similar languages. Which is why Turner and Rountree started their book at that time. Rountree in particular has been a great advocate for Virginia's Indians, which had led to her being made an honorary member of two tribes, which I think is yet another reason why she chose this framework of dates.

Because so far as archaeologists can tell, the cultures that formed across the eastern seaboard when Central American agriculture arrived – the triad of corns, beans, and squash – were not ancient. Before that Indians practiced a limited sort of agriculture with native North American plants such as sumpweed and sunflowers, but without corn their lives seem to have been quite different. Tracing the story back 10,000 years we can see people living as hunters and gatherers with low population densities, a world Powhatan people would have found very strange.

Linguistics also tells a story. The Powhatans spoke Algonquian languages that anthropologists are pretty certain came from the Great Lakes region within the past 2,000 years. The archaeology points to c. 500-700 AD as the most likely time. And this is, after the issues of burials, the place where scholars and Indians have lately come into the most stubborn conflicts. After having been shoved out of one place after another, many Indians have taken to insisting that their peoples have lived in their current homelands "forever." For eastern North America, this is not true. Archaeology tells a story of repeated migrations and replacements going back thousands of years. As in Europe and Asia, the spread of agriculture seems to have been accompanied by large scale migrations and conflicts. Of course that never means total replacement, and the Indians who lived in Virginia presumably had some genes from people who had lived in the region 5,000 years ago. But archaeologists don't do "forever."

By starting in AD 900 Turner and Rountree avoided all this controversy. Which is fine, their book is about the Powhatan people, who can't really be said to have existed before then. As I said, as a book about the ethnography and history Virginia's Indians it is very fine. It is also highly accessible, even for students, which is a real achievement. So if you are curious about that time and place I recommend it. I wonder, though, if the historical consensus represented by this book can long endure, or if it exists even in the 2020s. The agendas of Indian activists and people who want to science the past have lately been moving ever farther apart, and I expect that will continue.

Monday, March 25, 2024

The Codices of San Andrés Tetepilco

Three new Aztec codices have been discovered! They were kept by a family who considered themselves the stewards of traditional knowledge in Culhuacan and Iztapalapa, formerly a distinct region that is now within the Mexico City megalopolis. They have now been donated to National Institute of Anthropology and History of Mexico. The whole press conference at which this was announced is on YouTube; English summary here.

The first is called Map of the Founding of Tetepilco, and is a pictographic map which contains information regarding the foundation of San Andrés Tetepilco, as well as lists of toponyms to be found within Culhuacan, Tetepilco, Tepanohuayan, Cohuatlinchan, Xaltocan and Azcapotzalco. The second, the Inventory of the Church of San Andrés Tetepilco, is unique, as Oudijk remarks, since it is a pictographic inventory of the church of San Andrés Tetepilco, comprising two pages. Sadly, it is very damaged.

Finally, the third document, now baptised as the Tira of San Andrés Tetepilco, is a pictographic history in the vein of the Boturini and the Aubin codices, comprising historical information regarding the Tenochtitlan polity from its foundation to the year 1603. 

I think the above is the map; all of these are screen caps from the press conference.

And this is the inventory. All of the images below come from the chronicle. More on these documents here.








Friday, March 8, 2024

Scott Siskind, Elizabeth Hoover, and What it Means to Belong

The New Yorker ran a weird story by Jay Caspian Kang a few weeks ago about Elizabeth Hoover, the latest "Native American" professor to be unmasked as entirely white. Scott Siskind was disturbed by it and wrote a long response. Siskind's essay is good in that he probes at important questions about identity in America; we put huge cultural and some legal emphasis on ethnic and other identies that mostly lack any clear definition, and that creates pain and suffering. But he misunderstands what it means to belong to a traditional community.

I'll let Siskind summarize the story:

A woman named Adeline Rivers drowned under mysterious circumstances in 1928. By the time her granddaughter Anita was growing up, family legend said that Adeline was a Mi'kmaq Indian who committed suicide to escape an abusive white husband. Anita leaned into the family legend and taught her own daughter Elizabeth to be proud of her Native American heritage.

As a kid, Anita would take Elizabeth to pow-wows (Native American ceremonial gatherings) where she would play with all the other young Native girls. As she grew up, many of her closest friends were Natives, and she practiced Native American dance. By the time she was a teenager, she had taken a Mi'kmaq name, wore Native clothing, and was involved in Native political causes. In college, she wrote a thesis on Native American issues in the US, then got a PhD in anthropology, where she studied Native American affairs, then got a professorship at Berkeley teaching about Native American culture. She married a Crow Indian and went on trips to various Indian reservations where she studied and wrote papers about the problems they faced, and she was informally adopted by one of the Native families she stayed with. . . .

At some point, maybe after going to the Mi'kmaq reservation during grad school to hunt down family members, Elizabeth must have noticed holes in her family legend; it seemed that her great-grandmother wasn’t really Native American, just some ordinary white woman who drowned for unclear reasons. Although nobody knows for sure, it seems like after realizing this, Elizabeth tried to hide it - maybe from herself, but at least to others. She kept claiming Native ancestry, and even writing about her (nonexistent) Native relatives.

After Elizabeth Warren and other high-profile cases brought the issue of fake Indians ("Pretendians") into the spotlight, some people from the Native community started going after Professor Hoover, challenging her to prove her Native descent. Over time the challenges got louder and louder, and eventually she had to admit she wasn’t Native after all. Some of her students wrote an open letter demanding that she resign, which said:

We find Hoover's repeated attempts to differentiate herself from settlers with similar stories and her claims of having lived experienced as an Indigenous person by dancing at powwows absolutely appalling. [She has] failed to acknowledge the harm she has caused and enabled.
At which point Hoover's life fell apart.

Siskind has a long history of siding with victims of the cancel mob, so he immediately identified with Hoover and felt that attacks on her were unfair. I had the same gut feeling; by the moral code of a gentle modern soul like Siskind or me, the attacks on Hoover are barbaric. But I know enough about traditional communities to understand what happened here.

First, after a short discourse on what race means in our world, Siskind notes that the key variable seems to be "lived experience":

Although race doesn't exist biologically, it exists as a series of formative experiences. Black children are raised by black mothers in black communities, think of themselves as black, identify with black role models, and face anti-black prejudice. By the time they're grown up, they've had different experiences which give them a different perspective from white people. Therefore, it’s reasonable to think of them as a specific group, “the black race”, and have institutions to accommodate them even if they’re biologically indistinguishable.

Siskind's main mistake is assuming that this post-modern sort of definition applies to a traditional community like an American Indian tribe. What defines membership in such a community is not "lived experience" in some generalized sense; it is personal, family ties to other members of the community.

This comes across very clearly in the New Yorker story. When Hoover tells Mi'kmaq Indians that she is Mi'kmaq, they don't ask how many pow-wows she has been to; anybody can to go a pow-wow. They ask, "Who are your kin? Where are they?" As Siskind suspects, this is where Hoover's story fell apart. Confronted with these questions, she looked, found that she had no such connections, and realized that by the Mi'kmaq definition she was not and could never be one of them. If Hoover's family legend had been true, she might have found some of her relatives, and if they had welcomed her (as they probably would have) she could have begun the process of becoming a member of the Mi'kmaq community.

There is a ton of anthropology about how this works, and I read a significant swath of it while writing my dissertation. Consider that in many languages, there is no common word for "friend." You call your best friends "brothers" or "sisters" and your secondary friends "cousins" and your more distant friends "kinsmen." That is the paradigm under which many Native American tribes have historically operated.

This does not necessarily have anything to do with blood; many Native tribes have strong traditions of adoption. But if you are adopted into a tribe, and really want to be thought of as a member, you have to work at it. First, you work on really joining the family that sponsored you, and then you work your way out into the broader community. If you don't build up those personal ties, your formal membership will not count for much. (Unless somebody in the tribe wants something from you.)

To most Indians, whether you wear Indian clothes and take an Indian name and dance at pow-wows is of no real importance; Indian wannabees have been doing that for a century. What counts is your personal, family ties to community members.

(For tribes with membership rolls, formal membership is also important, but in the first place those lists were really built up from family ties, and in the second your formal membership will not avail you much if you don't know anybody else in the tribe.)

The second point I would make concerns the viciousness of the attacks on Hoover:

Her graduate students stopped working with her and switched advisors. Her department tried to prevent her from attending meetings, and made her promise not to do work on any Indian reservations. The entire academic and Native American communities are giving her the cold shoulder. She wrote an apology letter saying that she had "put away my dance regalia, ribbons skirts, moccasins, and Native jewelery . . . I've begun to give away some of these things to people who will wear them better," but privately described her life as being in “ruins".

I could never participate in such a shunning. Which is another way of saying that I have no strong community allegiances at all.

Real world communities only endure if they viciously defend their boundaries. Think of the scorn that many groups have heaped on wannabees and poseurs, or, in reverse, they lengths to which people will go to fit in to their chosen group, changing their speech, clothing, etc. For our tribal species, community membership is of extreme importance.

One of the ugliest such fights going on in the world right now is between trans women and so called "TERFs", feminists who want to police the boundary of womanhood and keep out the poseurs and the wannabees. There is nothing mysterious about this; if you think membership in your group is important, you pretty much have to defend its boundaries, and TERFs are not at all unusual in their willingness to be cruel about it. 

Or consider how many Americans who think of "American" as an import category feel about people sneaking across the border.

Yes, race in America is really weird right now. I am dismayed by the whole apparatus of "Native" scholarship and the like, which I find bizarre. Universities are western institutions rooted entirely in western values, and their attempts to accommodate Native American or African "perspectives" are always going to be fraught. I find it offensive to say that no white person should teach Native culture or African history. I place much of the blame for stories like Elizabeth Hoover's on the academic valuation of ethnic belonging, which I don't think has any place in a university setting.

But as long as people value their ethnic groups, they are going to police the boundaries of those groups, and so far as I can tell Elizabeth Hoover really was on the other side of the line than she claimed to be.

Wednesday, October 11, 2023

Elsie Stone Holiday

Elsie Stone Holiday is a Diné basket weaver who married into the Douglas Mesa family of weavers and sells mainly through the Two Rocks Trading Post in Utah. Above is the basket that blew me away, Eclipse.

Fadeaway

Blue Butterflies and Starburst

Four Seasons, which seems to have won a blue ribbon.

Turtle

Wednesday, August 30, 2023

Indian Boarding Schools and the Modern Tragedy

What is the purpose of elementary and high school education as we practice it in the US? I would say, to make children full members of our society, able to navigate its systems and support themselves within its economy. And this, I would say, has been the purpose of our educational system since at least the Civil War.

Many, many children have hated this, and many parents have hated seeing their children trained in a different way of speaking, acting and thinking than their own. That way, the Tao of the modern west, is the path of middle class discipline we have discussed here many times before: regulate your days by the clock, do your assigned tasks in a timely fasion, keep yourself and your home neat, brush your teeth, never act crazy in public. The central purpose of schooling, beyond reading and writing, is to shape children into this mold.

There is a vague notion on the left that we could have education that is not coercive in this way, that would somehow empower children and give them agency within our world without forcing them into a particular model of being and acting. I don't believe it. I think learning this way of life as self-discipline and self-esteem is the only way most people will ever thrive in our age.

Which brings me to Indian boarding schools. The first of these schools was opened in 1801, and some still exist, although most are now under the control of Indian nations. They have always been controversial, attacked as abusive and coercive from at least the 1840s, well before the great wave of schools opened after 1880. They always saw their goal as "civilizing" Indians, that is, inculcating the habits of middle class western life. These schools loved before and after pictures like the ones included in the poster at the top, and they don't show their students learning to read; they show them changed from wild Indian children into properly behaved scions of the middle class. There is of course a racial angle to this; most of the Indians sent to these schools saw these as White ways, and some of their teachers seem to have hated Indians. But the people who ran these schools would have been just as happy to print photographs showing the transformation of poor white kids from Appalachia or formerly enslaved blacks into well-dressed young gentlemen and ladies. They were aiming at a certain sort of person, of whatever race.

How were children treated in these schools? I'm sure it varied enormously. A small, isolated boarding school seems like a good way to empower sadists to work their way on vulnerable victims. But then education was abusive and regimented for everybody in those days; it was a rare student who got a high school degree without a litany of beatings and other punishments. Right now there is a lot of attention focused on the graveyards of those schools, but they weren't killing students on purpose; students died because lots of children died everywhere in those days, and because children who grew up in low-density rural environments still had a lot of infectious diseases to be exposed to. Quite likely the problem was made worse at some schools by poor diets, frequent beatings or other harsh punishments, etc. But the cause of death was almost always disease.

Some Indians who were sent to these schools complained about the hard work, that is, raising their own food, sewing their own clothes, cleaning the buildings, and so on. But the "industrial school" model was common all over the world back then, and millions of students of every ethnicity found themselves learning new skills by having to make their own clothes, raise and cook their own food, and so on. Again, I am sure that at some schools sadistic schoolmasters made this a lot worse than it had to be, but there was nothing racist about the model.

There is also a lot of complaint about the ways children were forced into these schools; in a few cases parents were jailed until they signed papers handing over all parental responsibility to the schools. It is easy to forget, though, that education is mandatory for every American child; this is a massive coercion of ourselves, not something we just do to Indians. Plus, not all Indians opposed it; as I mentioned a while back, when some of the Osage got rich off oil money they sent their kids to expensive boarding schools in the East. It seemed to many Indians at the time that however much their children hated these schools they were the only way forward for their people.

The more serious charge against the schools, to my mind, is cultural genocide. Because this was, quite explicitly, their mission: "kill the Indian and free the man," as one advocate put it. Most of the schools insisted that their students speak English all the time, and some of them beat anyone who lapsed into Lakota. They forced all the students to practice Christianity and forbade native rites as "devil worship." Their goal, quite explicitly, was to replace Native culture with the culture of middle class Christian Americans.

How should we feel about that?

Consider, for a moment, Interior Secretary Deb Haaland, a full member of the Laguna Pueblo and the first Native American to hold her job. She has made it part of her mission to focus attention on the Indian boarding schools. NY Times:

In an effort to lift the veil on abuses within the system, Secretary Haaland has been traveling around the country for more than a year, conducting listening sessions with Indigenous communities still dealing with the fallout from the boarding school system. In the Senate, a bill has been introduced to establish a truth and healing commission to address the legacy of Native boarding schools, similar to one undertaken by the Canadian government in 2007.

“Federal Indian boarding school policies have impacted every Indigenous person I know,” Ms. Haaland said in a statement. “Some are survivors, some are descendants, but we all carry this painful legacy in our hearts and the trauma that these policies and these places have inflicted.” 

But I have a feeling that all those Methodist and Catholic school teachers who went out to Indian Country would be very proud of Deb Haaland. This was exactly their goal: to raise Indians who would thrive so well within American society that they would one day be cabinet secretaries. And Senators, generals, Congressmen, CEOs, engineers, tenured professors, and all the other nice job slots nobody can get without a full commitment to the middle class Tao.

The Indian boarding school system did what it was intended to do: radically accelerate the assimilation of Native Americans into the Amercan mainstream, so that they could compete and succeed within this system. 

Of course, this was a horrific blow to Native cultures. Many were destroyed, and those that survived were weakened. Much has been lost: languages, faiths, stories, ways of standing and walking and feeling.

Even more important, to my mind, is the psychological harm this did to generations of Native children, who ended up feeling neither one thing nor the other, no longer fully Indian but also never feeling really at home in the broader American world. I follow several Indian writers, and this is a huge point of emphasis for all of them. Paul Chaat Smith:

I felt persecuted by history, tortured by fate. I wanted it all to be one thing or the other. I hated being half-white and half-Indian. . . . The truth is that I longed to be a stereotype. Mainly I wanted to be the full-blooded Comanche, secure in his own Comancheness, raised on the stories of his people. (Somehow the full-blooded Comanches whom I had known my whole life, who had never moved away from southwest Oklahoma, who almost always married other Comanches, would not suffice. They were Christians and not traditional enough. I think over the next rise I imagined more suitable Comanches.)

But, confused as he is, Paul Chaat Smith has a nice job as a curator of Native art at the Museum of the American Indian. Would it really have better for him to have been born fully Comanche and raised on the plains? Who knows?

The Indian boarding schools certainly represent a tragedy. They represent the tragedy that unfolded when Native American cultures encountered the vastly richer and more powerful cultures of Europe and experienced a massive die-off, ten or fifteen Holocausts, from diseases to which they had no resistance. Once that encounter had taken place, I do not think there was a good path into modernity for Indians. They could either have remained outside western civilization, living in a violent, Neolithic world, or they could join and endure double consciousness and outsider, minority status. Taking on this transformation voluntarily did not necessarily make it easy; consider what happened to Japan.

I see modernity as a gigantic machine that has ground up the whole world and spit it out in a different form, like one of those road-building machines that chews up the old, bumpy road surface and simultaneously lays down new, smooth blacktop behind. There is a sense in which the new road is better: smoother, safer, faster. And there are powerful ways in which modernity has made our lives better: we live longer, healthier lives, have greater material comfort, have great freedom to choose where we work and live and whom to have as our friends. We can learn far more about the world than anyone ever could before. We can watch spaceships and astronauts soar into the heavens and imagine living on other worlds. But there are also great costs. The symbols of those costs are all the traditional cultures that have been ground up and spit out by the modern machine, from Scottish Highlanders to Korean rice farmers, Norwegian fisherman to Kazakh herders, Algonquin farmers to Comanche buffalo hunters. Many people raised entirely within this world feel great anguish about the losses: of community, continuity, certainty, religious faith. Many born outside it, or with one foot in this culture and one in another, are bewildered and torn, wanting some kind of truth and healing commission to find out what happened to them and their world.

What happened to them is what has not happened to almost everyone in the world. We have all been caught up in the machine of modernity and ground into nicely rounded pieces that fit smoothly into the racing engine of an ever-accelerating history. School is at the heart of how this happens, for everyone. Whether the process is worth it is a very deep and hard question.

Monday, July 17, 2023

The Zapatistas and the Fall of Mississippian America

My readers know that I have long been fascinated by the relationship between the mound cities of the Mississippian Indians, between 1050 and 1700 AD, and the Indians of the 1700s. Indians of the better-documented eighteenth century did not live in mound cities, and many had an ideological dislike of living in towns or under states. I have long wondered if there was a conflict between the kings and aristocrats who lorded over the mound cities and other Indians who resisted their authority:

But not all Indians built mounds. At some times the habit was confined to a small area, at others it was widely distributed. But in every case the habit eventually faded away, and by 1720 it had completely disappeared. It seems that Indians embarked many times on experiments in “high” civilization, with big towns, massive earthworks, elaborate celestial observatories, and workshops of professional artisans turning out fabulous regalia for a powerful elite, and then a few generations later just walked away from it. They not only didn’t seem to regret giving up civilization, they proudly embraced life in the woods. One wonders if there was a long-standing tension between the power that the elites of a mound city could amass and the desire of others to live free. When disease wiped out most of the mound cities in the late 1500s, only the freedom-loving, anti-city people remained. And not only did they hate cities and central power, they forgot about their existence as quickly as they could.

So I was very interested in this, which David Graeber wrote in his essay, "The West Does Not Exist":

In fact, if my argument is right, what these authors are doing is searching for the origins of democracy precisely where they are least likely to find it: in the proclamations of the states that largely suppressed local forms of self-governance and collective deliberation, and the literary-philosophical traditions that justified their doing so. (This, at least, would help explain why, in Italy, Greece, and India alike, sovereign assemblies appear at the beginnings of written history and disappear quickly thereafter.) The fate of the Mayas is instructive here. Sometime in the late first millennium, Classic Maya civilization collapsed. Archeologists argue about the reasons; presumably they always will; but most theories assume popular rebellions played at least some role. By the time the Spaniards arrived six hundred years later, Mayan societies were thoroughly decentralized, with an endless variety of tiny city-states, some apparently with elected leaders. Conquest took much longer than it did in Peru and Mexico, and Maya communities have proved so consistently rebellious that, over the last five hundred years, there has been virtually no point during which at least some have not been in a state of armed insurrection. Most ironic of all, the current wave of the global justice movement was largely kicked off by the EZLN, or Zapatista Army of National Liberation, a group of largely Maya-speaking rebels in Chiapas, mostly drawn from campesinos who had resettled in new communities in the Lacandon rain forest. Their insurrection in 1994 was carried out explicitly in the name of democracy, by which they meant something much more like Athenian-style direct democracy than the republican forms of government that have since appropriated the name. The Zapatistas developed an elaborate system in which communal assemblies, operating on consensus, supplemented by women and youth caucuses to counterbalance the traditional dominance of adult males, are knitted together by councils with recallable delegates. They claim it to be rooted in, but a radicalization of, the way that Maya-speaking communities have governed themselves for thousands of years. We do know that most highland Maya communities have been governed by some kind of consensus system since we have records: that is, for at least five hundred years. While it’s possible that nothing of the sort existed in rural communities during the Classic Maya heyday a little over thousand years ago, it seems rather unlikely.

Certainly, modern rebels make their own views on the Classic Maya clear enough. As a Chol-speaking Zapatista remarked to a friend of mine recently, pointing to the ruins of Palenque, “we managed to get rid of those guys. I don’t suppose the Mexican government could be all that much of a challenge in comparison.”

Monday, May 15, 2023

Pekka Hämäläinen, "Indigenous Continent"

Pekka Hämäläinen is now one of the leading historians of Native North America. I loved both of his single-nation studies, The Commanche Empire and Lakota America, so I eagerly ordered a copy of Indigenous Continent (2022) as soon as I heard about it. Indigenous Continent tells the story of North American Indians from the establishment of the first settlements in Virginia and New France down to the final defeat of the Plains tribes in the 1890s. The central thesis is that Native nations worked for their own interests as best they could, including fighting against the European invasion, and that they were often successful.

Part of Hämäläinen's thesis is that the history of North America was very different from that of Mexico or Peru because there were no native empires for Europeans to conquer. With the Aztecs and Inca the Spanish pulled off what a modern military would call a decapitation, deposing the emperor and sliding into his spot, using the already-existing machinery of empire as the basis for their rule. But in North America power was dispersed among hundreds of tribes, and most of the powerful tribes were led by councils rather than single leaders. There was no head to lop off and no existing imperial system to coopt, leading to a very different history.

The first substantial section of Indigenous Contient covers the interactions between Indians, Europeans, and Africans in the 1600s. The main argument of this section is that the early, tentative outposts like Quebec and Plymouth Bay only survived because Indians found them useful. They wanted to trade with Europeans, so they tolerated or even encouraged the estalishment of European towns and forts in their territory. Down to 1660 they could have destroyed those settlements any time they wanted to – Virginia is a possible exception, since it survived major Native assaults in 1622 and 1644 – but did not because they wanted European goods and got great benefit from trading directly with Europeans rather than through Indian middlemen. When those early settlements led to violence, that often meant wars between Indian nations over access to European trading posts.

The second section, covering roughly 1660 to 1756, emphasizes that in this period everyone in eastern North America was reacting to the Iroquois. It was the Haudenosaunee who were setting the political agenda, waging war from Wisconsin to New Orleans, destroying dozens of other tribes and dominating the rest, holding the fate of New France in their hands and probably that of New England as well. The Iroquois called what they were doing the "mourning wars." The idea was that every person lost in warfare had either to be avenged or replaced. So the bigger the wars got, and the more men were lost, the more wars had to be fought to avenge and replace the lost men. One result of this policy was whole "Iroquois" villages where nobody spoke Iroquois; every person was an adoptee recently brought into the confederacy. Hämäläinen has some great material on how frightening and baffling this all was to European observers, especially in New France, where officials wrote long reports bemoaning that the Iroquois had wrecked their plans, destroyed their allies, and might decide to attack Quebec at any moment.

In the 1776 to 1830 period Hämäläinen's focus then shifts south, to the "five civilized tribes" and the decades-long campaign of ethnic cleansing that eventually forced most of them either west to Oklahoma or south into the Everglades. One important development of this period was that the Indian nations divided into factions. Some wanted to become more like the Europeans; this included the Cherokee and Choctaw leaders who had their own plantations, with African slaves. Others tried to reject European ways and hold tighter to their own traditions. The "Red Sticks", a faction of the Creek, fought against both European interlopers and their own leadership, which they thought was betraying their traditions and working too hard to conciliate white men.

The focus keeps moving west with the frontier. Hämäläinen reprises his own work on the Comanche and the Lakota in two excellent chapters. However, the rest of this section felt thin to me, with very little on California or the Great Basin. I thought the biggest hole was events in Indian Country (the future Oklahoma) about which Hämäläinen says next to nothing; I have always wondered what happened after the Trail of Tears, but I guess I will have to read that in some other book.

Indigenous Continent has gotten extravagant praise from reviewers, and it is certainly remarkable. I don't know of any other work that covers this much Native American history so well. I think, though, that it has an audience problem. If the goal is to supply an overall introduction to this history for people who don't know it, it has a flaw that is all too common in such works: too many names. Hämäläinen is the sort of careful historian who has to say exactly who did what, who will not use locutions like "Indian leaders said. . . ." There is also the political reality that modern Indians think the identity of their nations is an important fact; they hate to always be subsumed into some entity like "the Great Lakes tribes". So Hämäläinen names all the tribes over and over, and there are a lot of them. Sometimes I got lost in this thicket of names, and I have been studying pieces of this material for decades. I imagine that for people who do not have some familiarity with these tribes and tribal leaders, the deluge of names might prove overwhelming. I would be leery of assigning this book to undergraduates.

My other issue with Indigenous Continent has to do with its slant. I think it was great idea to try to narrate the history of the continent from the Native perspective. As I said at the start, Hämäläinen plays up the ways Indians defended their homes, and calls attention to their successes. Which were many; after all, this conquest took nearly 300 years, and Native nations still control large areas of the continent. Hämäläinen calls out several occasions when European leaders tried to overawe Native chiefs, only to be mocked for their weakness by chiefs who understood very well what the real score was. Hämäläinen also explains some of the contradictions and failures of British, French, Spanish and then American policy toward Indian nations. But he says very little about the contradictions and failures of Native policy toward Europeans and Americans, which were ultimately much more consequential. It may be that their situation was pretty much hopeless, at least once they had allowed Europeans to achieve their first footholds. But I don't think they managed their affairs perfectly, or were always as wise as Hämäläinen wants them to be. I understand that he had limited space and wanted to emphasize Native successes, but for such an enthusiastic narrative to end in such disaster was a bit jarring.

I would only recommend this book to people who really want to know this history. Because of the torrent of facts and names it is not always easy or especially fun to read. But it does relate the history of Native North America better than anything else I know.

Friday, April 28, 2023

David Grann, "Killers of the Flower Moon"

David Grann has now written a whole series of best-selling nonfiction books, a remarkably successful record. His method is to find sensational stories that were once famous but have been mostly forgotten and bring them back for a new audience. I very much enjoyed The Lost City of Z, a story of exploration and disappearance in the Amazon that was front page news in the 1920s but had faded to the point that I had never heard of it. The story told in Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI (2016) is not as thoroughly forgotten, but certainly most Americans had never heard of it. Grann's is a great formula because you know the stories will sell; after all, they already did, less than a hundred years ago.

The Osage were once one of the great tribes of the plains, rivals of the Lakota and the Comanche for supremacy. But they were devastated by disease, betrayed by their white friends, defeated by the Cherokee, and pushed onto smaller and smaller reservations. In 1878 they bought a godforsaken corner of Oklahoma from the Cherokee and settled there, thinking that surely nobody would bother them any more on land of such little value.

Then, in a year variously given as 1894, 1895, or 1897, oil was discovered on the Osage reservation. It became the hottest oil patch in the world, a place where fortunes were made and lost overnight; three of the famous oilmen who got their starts there founded the companies called Getty, Sinclair, and Phillips. The Osage became the richest people, per capita, in the world; Osage chiefs were the Arab sheikhs of the 1920s. In 1923 alone the 3,000-member tribe's revenue from oil leases was 30 million dollars. People say that "Black Gold" became a common term when an Osage horse by that name won the Kentucky Derby in 1924.

It is worth noting, given the current brouhaha about Indians being sent to boarding schools, that some of the new Osage millionaires spent their money sending their children to the most expensive boarding schools in the country. People are these days trying to deny that Indians ever did that of their own accord, but that is just wrong.

All of this wealth brought a trampling herd of criminals, grifters, and fortune-seekers to Osage County, determined to get their hands on some of that Indian gold. They were aided by a system, imposed by the Federal government, that ruled on which Osage were competent to manage their own money. Those who were not had to employ white "guardians" who controlled their funds and charged them handsomely for the privilege of accessing their own fortunes. Businesses regularly charged Osage several times as much as whites for the same services. Osage were cheated, robbed, scammed, and extorted by a whole system of leeches who were often backed corrupt officials in the county and state governments. They called it "the Indian business" and it made a lot of white people rich.

All of that is no more than you would expect. But the story of the Osage has a much darker side, so disturbing that it is hard to believe even about the America of the 1920s. 

The profits of the oil were distributed to the Osage under a system of "headrights." Headrights could not be bought or sold, only inherited. But if an Osage married an outsider, the headright could pass to the spouse or the mixed-blood children. This launched numerous schemes to marry into Osage wealth and get control of it. One local resident was observed saying to another, "Why don't you just marry a squaw and take her money?" And Osage kept marrying outsiders, for reasons that remain obscure in Grann's book. Some of the Osage hated this and women who married outsiders could be ostracized, but the marriages went on. I wondered if maybe some of the newly wealthy women were trying to escape from Osage culture, and in particular its patriarchal idea of marriage. But anyway there were deep tensions within the Osage that helped to divide and weaken them.

There were also rumors, beginning during World War I when the oil checks first made people rich, that Osage were being murdered for their money. The murders, people said, were covered up by a white power structure of politicians, businessmen, oil barons, and guardians who exploited Osage when they were alive and just killed them when they got inconvenient. But this was all murky and unproved.

Then in 1921 a series of high-profile killings of wealthy Osage caught the nation's attention. From 1921 to 1926 at least 20 wealthy Osage were murdered, a time the Osage call the Reign of Terror. Local law enforcement made no progress in solving the crimes. Some of the Osage were millionaires, so they hired private detectives to investigate, but that never led to anything, either. Eventually the complaints caught the attention of J. Edgar Hoover. Hoover had just become the head of something called the Bureau of Investigation or BOI. At that point BOI agents had no real police powers – they could not make arrests or execute search warrants, for example – but Hoover was determined to make them into something much more like a national police force. He decided that the Osage murders were the perfect case to make his agency's reputation.

So in 1925 Hoover sent one of his best agents from Texas to Osage County, letting him assemble a picked team of both undercover and above-ground operators. Within a year they had cracked an important group of cases, convicting both the trigger men and the local boss who organized an insidious plot to kill Osage and inherit their headrights. The triumph helped make Hoover and the (soon to be) FBI. But, as I said, it applied to just a few murders of the at least 20 that had been committed. Which may have been a small part of the actual total. Grann argues that the real number of murders was much higher, likely in the hundreds. The BOI had opened one crack in the local mafia of politicains, lawyers, crooks and thugs who were preying on the Osage, but it seems likely that most cases were never solved and most perpetrators never caught. One white lawyer friendly to the Osage was murdered on the street in Washington, DC, when he went to talk to the Justice Department about the killings; everyone assumed he was killed because he knew too much about the "Indian business," but nothing was ever proved. The murders also went on after the "Reign of Terror" officially ended, likely until the 1930s when the Depression and the drying up of the oil made the Osage poor again.

It's a terrific book, and if it sounds like your kind of thing, read it.

There are some questions, though. The number of murders is murky, as Grann admits. Many of the possible murder cases involved Osage who allegedly died from alcohol poisoning. Some of them may well have been intentionally poisoned. But during Prohibition thousands of Americans died from poisonous moonshine; it was a major nationwide problem. Nobody denies that the Osage drank a lot of moonshine. Which doesn't mean some of them were not murdered, but it makes it impossible to know for sure which deaths were homicides. Grann also tries to estimate  the number of murders by comparing the death rate of the Osage to that of the nation as a whole, but in fact all Indians of that period had much higher death rates than whites or blacks, and the rate varied widely from tribe to tribe, so the high Osage death rate is suggestive but doesn't prove anything. Still, I finished the book believing that at least fifty Osage had been murdered for their money and that the crimes had been covered up, and the money leeched away, by an astonishingly corrupt system that reached at least to the governor of Oklahoma.

The second thing that struck me was the strange passivity of the Osage. In 1921 there were Osage still living who had fought the Cherokee and the US government in the 1870s; plus, more than a hundred Osage had volunteered to fight in World War I. Yet in the face of what looks like an organized murder campaign against their nation they did very little. There was one point where good evidence emerged against a man and some Osage threatened to kill him if he weren't arrested, but that was the only case I noted where any Osage even threatened violence. Of couse any Osage who did kill a white man would likely be executed, but that did not deter many other Indians of that period from acts of violence. For a young man to sacrifce his own life in defense of his tribe was (and remains for some Indian nations) an honored tradition. 

The weird passivity starts with people who told friends they were afraid they were being poisoned by their friends or even their spouses but don't seem to have done anything to defend themselves. They kept living with the spouses they feared, kept buying moonshine they thought might kill them. Why?

And why did the Osage nation as a whole do so little? They had leverage; they could have refused to issue more oil leases until the murders were solved. They could have forced the oil barons to take action against the corrupt county officials who were covering this all up; in 1925, no county sheriff stood a chance in a fight against the Gettys and the Sinclairs. But the Osage did nothing of the kind. They did not even boycott the businesses of the men they suspected most strongly.

Grann says at one point that the Osage felt trapped in a vast fog that covered their whole reservation, stretching across the white world beyond it. They could not tell who were their friends and who their enemies; they did not know what to do or where to turn for help. The people eventually exposed as murderers all posed as friends to the Osage. Maybe the Osage suspected they weren't really friends, but they absolutely needed help from white lawyers and officials, and how could they tell whose friendship was sincere?

And this gets me to what I see as the second tragedy that lies behind the astonishing evil of the murders. What happened to the Plains Indians between 1870 and 1896 was the utter destruction of their way of life, the loss of their homes, and the loss of their world. This operated, not just at the political or cultural level, but psychologically. They were unmoored. Indian men were also unmanned, completely cut off from the activities (buffalo hunting, war) that defined them as men. In the strange passivity of the Osage through the Reign of Terror I think we can get a glimpse of how utterly destructive this loss was to the people who lived through it.

The good news is that both the Osage and the American nation have moved on. The number of Osage has rebounded and is now around 20,000, roughly what it was in 1800. In 2011, the US government reached a settlement with the Osage, paying $380 million for their part in mismanaging the Osage's oil weath and other trust funds. This happened because, on the one hand, the Osage have found their footing in the new America and are much better able to navigate the system, better able to distinguish friends who might help them from leeches out to rob them. On the other, the US government is less out to rob and subjugate Indians, and in some quarters even trying to undo some of the harm done in the past. Which is not to say that everything is fine now; Grann talks to people still haunted by the Reign of Terror and what it says about the fate of Indians in a white world. But the worst times are now very much in the past.

Monday, March 13, 2023

Strife in the Cayuga Nation

The NY Times reports on the trouble among the Cayugas, one of the nations of the Haudenosaunee or Iroquois League. The tribe lost its reservation in the 1800s, but they have been fighting in court to get it back for decades and may eventually win at least part of it. Meanwhile they are also trying to buy up land to recreate a reservation of sorts through ownership. Their elected leader is a man named Clint Halftown. Halftown is considered the "nation representative" by the federal and state governments and thus their leader in the lawsuits and other sorts of negotiations. He signs the deeds when they purchase land.

Halftown is opposed by a faction that call themselves "traditionalists." They don't like Halftown or his methods, which have included opening two casinos. But they mainly think the tribe's modern government is wrong, because it follows the European model of elections rather than the Haudenosee model of clan mothers and hereditary chiefs. They especially hate that Halftown is their sole legal representative in their ongoing battles with outsiders. He may be elected, but they consider one-man leadership inherently less democratic than their old model, with multiple chiefs and clan mothers.

And that is what makes this situation particularly interesting to me, and not just another sordid factional strife. The Haudenosaunee Confederacy was above all a political entity, aimed at keeping peace internally and organizing for war against outsiders. Its traditions were mainly political traditions. This would be even more true in modern times, since most Iroquois are Christians, and traditions related for example to relocating villages to new agricultural land would hardly be relevant. A few speakers of the Cayuga language remain on their Canadian reservation, but nobody in the US speaks it fluently.

So if the Cayuga give up their political tradition, what do they have left? And it is indeed a fascinating legacy, which worked well enough to make the Haudenosaunee a regional power for centuries. I can see the appeal of retaining it, and also the resentment against using a different system imposed by the US government. Surely part of the reason the US promoted the idea of a single, elected tribal leader was to have somebody who could legally surrender tribal lands.

On the other hand, democracy and modernization seem to be what a majority of Cayugas want. Nobody questions that Halftown was elected multiple times in free and fair elections. I suspect that some of his supporters think the "traditionalists" are just sore losers, who promote an alternative system of government because they can't win elections. Even among the Cayuga, the appeal of democracy, of equality, of one-person-one-vote, has for now triumphed over hereditary chiefs and clan mothers.

Wednesday, November 30, 2022

The Murder of Sawantaeny, the Law of Feud, Haudenosaunee Politics, and the Blindness of Racial Thinking

In February 1722, two British thugs named John and Edmund Cartlidge crossed the frontier of settlement into the woods of what is now central Pennsylvania. They went to the cabin of a mixed-blood Indian named Sawantaeny, hoping to trade for furs. But they got drunk, there was a fight, and John Cartlidge killed Sawantaeny. This random bit of violence threw the colonial authorities into a panic. Although Sawantaeny was a shady character he was theoretically a citizien of the Haudenosaunee or Five Nations, and they had visions of a wave of Iroquois warriors descending on frontier settlements for revenge. They tossed Cartlidge in prison and put him on trial for murder.

This is a famous event because it was copiously documented, giving us a rare glimpse of life in the frontier zones of eighteenth-century North America. Beyond the agreed borders and the named settlements there were numerous characters like Sawantaeny and the Cartlidges, people not claimed by any settled community who lived by their wits in the mostly empty spaces opened up by epidemic disease and endemic warfare. Many were some kind of mixed blood: Iroquois/Shawnee, Delaware/Miami, French/Huron, Finnish/German, and so on. They delighted in crossing every sort of boundary and defying every sort of convention. This includes some of the Indians; as we will see, they also had a lot of cultural baggage that some were eager to escape from.

History professor Nicole Eustace is fascinated by this event. She has written a whole book about it (Covered with Night: A Story of Murder and Indigenous Justice in Early America), which I own but have not been able to finish because it is long, boring, and annoying. But now she has an op-ed in the NY Times summarizing her argument in a form short enough for us to deal with. Eustace doesn't much care about the murder. What fascinates her is the actions taken by the Iroquois leadership, which she thinks opens up a different Indigenous model of how to handle violent crime:

At a meeting in Philadelphia to try to resolve the crisis, Native diplomats explained to William Keith, the governor of Pennsylvania, that the Haudenosaunees expected Native practices to prevail in resolving the murder. One of those diplomats, Satcheechoe, a member of the Cayuga nation, presented the Haudenosaunees’ view. He demanded that the governor travel to Albany to join British and Haudenosaunee leaders there in working out a treaty between the two and to pay his respects in person to the Native representatives. Only a formal visit could satisfy Haudenosaunee protocols, which required the expression of formal condolences, participation in spiritual rituals of community renewal and the payment of trade goods as reparations.

Then Satcheechoe added a final explicit instruction to the governor: The Haudenosaunees, he said, “desire John Cartlidge may not die for this. They would not have him killed.” Governor Keith argued that “the laws of our great king” did not allow for setting a killer free, insisting that “such a man by our laws must die.” But Satcheechoe made the Native position clear: “One life is enough to be lost. There should not two die.”

In September of 1722, Governor Keith traveled to Albany to meet with the Haudenosaunees and delegations from the colonies of Virginia, New York and Pennsylvania. Because all of the assembled were at peace with one another, Native leaders argued that it made no sense to pursue vengeance. Rather, a representative of the gathered members of what were then five confederated nations of Haudenosaunees explained, “we do in the name of all the Five Nations forgive the offense and desire you will likewise forgive it.” The Haudenosaunee representative asked that the Cartlidges “be released from prison and set at liberty.” Governor Keith responded that he would fulfill their request “in order to confirm the friendship that is so happily renewed and established by this treaty.”

All true.  

What’s distinctive about the Treaty of 1722 is the alternative approach it offered to creating a fair society, one in which people who commit crimes can later be reintegrated into the community — and one in which a crisis of violence can be resolved without inflicting further harm. The treaty provided a working model of restorative justice, demonstrating how communities of the victims and the perpetrators of a crime can come together to repair social relationships through economic, emotional and spiritual offerings. The story has applications today, demonstrating that criminal justice reforms that may sound radical now, as they are pursued by a wide range of community activists, researchers, educators, legislative reformers and progressive jurists, actually have a long American tradition.

Radical? I am not sure what the word means to Eustace, but I consider it the opposite of "traditional." And there is nothing more traditional in human life than the law of feuding. Which is what we are talking about here, the ancient tradition of weregild and blood money, paid by the killer or his kin to prevent violence from spiraling out of control. Governor Keith tried to keep the payments he made out of his official report (and the British press), which is indeed an interesting detail. Eustace thinks he did this because he didn't want to admit he had encountered a superior Native way of doing things. Actually he was covering his ass because in England feud was forbidden, and paying compensation for murder was explicitly illegal, because the English had all too much experience of how it worked. 

Feuding societies are violent societies. This is certainly true of the Iroquois; and also the Lakota, the Cheyenne, the Comanche, and all the other Native warrior societies I know anything about. They survived as societies because they had ways of dealing with violence, as Eustace lays out, but they all had high murder rates. Eustace seems to think that the chiefs were acting in the service of some Native ideal of justice and community. Maybe they were, but they were also acting to enhance their own power and prestige. They cared not a fig for a drunken renegade like Sewantaeny, a man of no family and no honor. When they saw that his death scared the British authorities, they took advantage of that fear to get something they wanted.

Why, I ask, did the Five Nations chiefs not want Cartlidge to be executed? Well, what would they have gotten for that? Nothing. Instead they manipulated the situation to get wagonloads of English presents and a conference in which three colonial governors journeyed to their land and sat on the ground with them to treat for peace. They emerged from this with their power and status dramatically enhanced, all for forgiving a murder they didn't care about. As a side line they signed away their nonexistent rights to land they had never owned in Kentucky and Tennessee, and promised to return runaway slaves to their English owners. (Which they never did, so far as I know, but they did promise to do it.)

In less modern societies, leaders need to be seen wielding power. How do you know that is the king? Well, he is dressed like a king and acting like a king, doing kingly things. How did the Iroquois know somebody was a chief? Because he dressed and acted like one. And to them the most chiefly thing was to sit in conferences with other important men, giving long speeches to which the other important men listened attentively, arriving at agreements that were solemnified with days-long rites and extravagant promises of friendship. And lavish gifts. Most English and French leaders hated this, although a few got to like it, and the fact that English leaders didn't really want to be there made it all even more sweet for the Haudenosaunee chiefs. 

It is also relevant that in 1722 Haudenosaunee power was declining because a series of epidemics had ravaged their population. They gave up trying to get a piece of the fur trade action in Kentucky because they no longer had the men to continue that war. So the boost the chiefs got from this treaty was especially valuable to them at a time when they had fewer soldiers than they used to.

The treaty meeting of 1722 was not a clash between Indigenous and European models of justice. It was a clash between two modes known around the world, one of feud, in which the family and friends of the victim claim the right of revenge and the leadership usually acts to reach settlement, and one in which all power of retribution has been claimed by the state. Both can work, although I don't know of any feuding society that ever achieved the extremely low rates of violence seen in Victorian Britain or 20th-century Japan.

This makes Nicole Eustace's bad take on the Treaty of Albany a symptom of one of our age's worst intellectual sins: racial thinking. She wants to assign all violence and other bad things to Whites, and all peace and virtue to the Indigenous. Actually there have been few societies in history more violent than the Haudenosaunee. They genocided the Mahicans, the Hurons, and the Erie; they waged warfare as far from home as Wisconsin and the lower Mississippi; they fought numerous battles with the Cherokee and Catawba over control of the deerskin trade in Kentucky and Tennessee, carrying out murderous raids as far away as South Carolina. Notice the language of the chiefs, which divides people into those we are at war with and those with whom we have peace. In war, brutal violence; in peace, negotiation and agreement. The Iroquois got along well with the British because the two peoples respected each other as mighty warriors who maintained a high standard of "civilized" manners at home. Governor Keith readily reached a deal with the Haudenosaunee chiefs because they were so much alike.

I also divide up the world, but I don't do it on the basis of race or culture. To me, the most important distinction is the one between the powerful and the powerless. I mistrust all kings, wherever they are, whatever their color. To me the most important thing ever said about politics is "power corrupts." I mistrust everyone with power: Egyptian pharoahs and Roman senators, Chinese mandarins and Japanese samurai, prosecutors and police, English governors and Haudenosaunee chiefs.

Some people wouldn't want their daughters to marry a black or an Indian; I wouldn't want my daughter to marry a governor or a chief.

Saturday, August 13, 2022

Mound Cities of the Mississippian Indians

Timothy R. Pauketat, Cahokia: Ancient America’s Great City on the Mississippi. New York: The Penguin Library of American Indian History, 2009.

Robert V. Sharp, Ed. Hero, Hawk, and Open Hand: American Indian Art of the Ancient Midwest and South. The Art Institute of Chicago, 2004.

When scholars first explored the mound cities the dotted the American landscape, they wondered who built them. Some believed they were the work of ancient Native Americans, but others thought that some completely different civilization must have been responsible – Phoenicians, Egyptians, the Lost Tribes of Israel. These days it is commonplace to mock those theorists for their ignorant racism, but really it was a hard problem. The Indians of the 1700s and 1800s not only didn’t build mound cities, they had no memory of their ancestors building them nor even any stories about them. Many Indian men were openly contemptuous of the kind of work needed to build massive earthworks. When looters dug into the burial mounds at those cities, they found artifacts of a type and quality unlike anything made by post-contact Indians. So far as I can tell, no white man ever met an Indian who moaned about the olden days when his people lived in cities and drank from jade cups. On the contrary, those Indians prone to ideology liked to brag about the great freedom of their lives in the woods, and they regularly claimed that while the regimented life of a city might be fine for white men, it was totally unsuitable for forest-dwelling Indians. It was often the scholars who knew the most about Indians who refused to believe that their ancestors had built the enormous mounds.

Thanks to modern archaeology, we now know that the mounds were built by Indians. We also know that the mound-building habit arose at several different times in different parts North America, mainly in the Southeast and the lands drained by the Mississippi River. The first massive earthworks in North America were built at Poverty Point in Louisiana as early as 3500 BC. Two distinct mound building cultures arose in the Ohio Valley, the Adena of 1000 to 200 BC, and then the Hopewell of 200 BC to AD 500, who covered the Sciotto Valley with a stupendous series of earthworks aligned to the sun and the stars. But not all Indians built mounds. At some times the habit was confined to a small area, at others it was widely distributed. But in every case the habit eventually faded away, and by 1720 it had completely disappeared. It seems that Indians embarked many times on experiments in “high” civilization, with big towns, massive earthworks, elaborate celestial observatories, and workshops of professional artisans turning out fabulous regalia for a powerful elite, and then a few generations later just walked away from it. They not only didn’t seem to regret giving up civilization, they proudly embraced life in the woods. One wonders if there was a long-standing tension between the power that the elites of a mound city could amass and the desire of others to live free. When disease wiped out the last of the mound cities in the late 1500s, only the freedom-loving, anti-city people remained. And not only did they hate cities and central power, they forgot about their existence as quickly as they could.

The greatest of the mound cities were built by a civilization we call Mississippian, which we can date from AD 1050 to the arrival of Spanish conquistadors in the mid 1500s. Actually one Mississippian people, the Natchez, kept up their old ways into the early 1700s, long enough for French explorers to leave descriptions of their society. Those descriptions are a key source for figuring out what Mississippian civilization was like. But all the other mound cities seem to have been abandoned by 1600, and none of them lasted for more than 200 years.

Cups from Cahokia for the Black Drink, a Holly Extract with Crazy Amounts of Caffeine

The first and greatest of the Mississippian cities was Cahokia, on the floodplain of the Mississippi River just across from modern St. Louis. Timothy Pauketat’s excellent little book is a good introduction to the site, its history, and the history of archaeological efforts to explore and understand it. Pauketat is one of the top scholars of Cahokia, and in this book he does a fine job of presenting his knowledge in a brief, accessible format. My only complaint is that the book lacks illustrations, but I suppose including pictures of even a tiny sample of the most important and spectacular finds from Cahokia would have kept the book from being the inexpensive volume the editors of the Penguin Library of American Indian History obviously wanted.

The most striking thing about Cahokia is that it appeared almost instantaneously, arising from the preceding villager cultures in less time than the margin of error in our most sophisticated dating techniques. Some time within a few years of 1050 AD, a large village on the Cahokia site was razed and the people relocated. In its place arose a vast complex of mounds, surrounding a 50-acre plaza that had been carefully leveled and given a consistent slope so slight you can’t notice it, but sufficient that water drains off easily. The largest of the more than 100 mounds, the Monk’s Mound, was the largest pyramid north of Mexico and the third largest in the New World. The mounds were built of carefully layered earth, in alternating colors, each layer compacted by pounding with wooden poles. Surrounding the mound complex were residential neighborhoods that held 10,000 to 20,000 people. Nor was this all. Three smaller mound cities were built nearby, one in modern St. Louis, one at East Louis, and one along the Mississippi a few miles to the south. These also contained great complexes of mounds, and so far as we can tell they were built at the same time as the mounds at Cahokia, by the same people. The inhabitants of some outlying villages seem to have been serfs, or slaves; their artifacts include many spindle whorls but few weapons, and their skeletons show that they lived on a mostly corn diet, with inadequate protein. Taken together, the Cahokia metropolis spread out across 200 square miles and had a population of more than 50,000. For about 150 years, Cahokia lorded it over the middle Mississippi Valley, growing ever grander and more populous. Then, around 1200 AD, it entered into a rapid decline. A defensive palisade was built that surrounded less than half of the original city center. By 1300 Cahokia had been almost completely abandoned.

Effigy Tobacco Pipe from Cahokia

Pauketat terms the founding of Cahokia a “big bang.” By this he means that it was an event, happening in one place in a brief interval of time, that had repercussions across much of North America for centuries to come. But what was the event, and why did it happen? Archaeology has trouble answering this sort of question, but Pauketat makes a valiant effort. One intriguing possibility is that the event was related to the supernova that was visible across the world in 1054 AD. Like many ancient cultures, the Mississippians were much concerned with celestial events, and they built huge, circular “wood henge” observatories laid out with lines of site that led toward significant celestial events, like the midwinter sunrise. The supernova of 1054 is depicted in several surviving pieces of Native American art, including rock paintings and decorated pottery, so we know Indians were much impressed by it. 

Another possibility concerns the connections between Mississippian civilization and the Toltec civilization of Mexico. Some of the motifs used by Mississippian artists seem to be copied from Mexican objects, some North American myths seem to reflect Mayan influence, and more broadly the whole tone of life in the Mississippian mound cities seems too much like that of Mayan and Toltec cities for coincidence. On the other hand, next to no actual Mexican objects have been found at North American Indian sites (only one that everyone accepts), so direct contact cannot have been common. Could the connection have been in the form of one person, who traveled to Mexico, saw the Toltec cities, and then came home to Cahokia, where the new star helped him persuade his people to embark on a new way of life? Pauketat seems to believe that there was such a person, a charismatic war leader who built up the Cahokian state from a collection of allied villages into a mighty nation and made a city rise from the marshes.

Copper Plate Depicting Red Horn (Note the Rigid Braid)

The best evidence for the existence of such a founding hero is certain myths preserved by later Indians, especially the Osage and the Winnebago, which have been used to interpret Mississippian cult art. Many of the most elaborate objects depict one semi-divine hero, known variously as Red Horn, He-who-wears-human-heads-as-earrings, or Slapped-with-deer-lungs. Red Horn was connected to the Morning Star; in some traditions he was the Morning Star, in others he was its son. The cult art of Cahokia seems to imply that the ruler was the avatar, or even the actual reincarnation, of Red Horn. (When George Armstrong Custer took the Indian name “Son of the Morning Star,” he was associating himself with this same myth.) Among the Natchez, that late surviving Mississippian kingdom, each ruler was considered to be the reincarnation of the previous one, stretching back to an original who was the Son of the Sun. His coronation took the form of an elaborately staged resurrection, the new ruler at some point slipping into the regalia of the old, so that he appeared to be the old ruler’s corpse brought back to life.

The Natchez king was an absolute ruler with the power of life and death over all his subjects. Or so his ambassadors told the French, and certainly the king’s power was very great. From what we can tell of other Mississippian peoples, power among all of them seems to have been focused in the hands of one man, the scion of a divine lineage. It seems simplest to imagine that this tradition began with an actual great founding king, a man who appropriated for himself the identity of Red Horn and was able to exert great power through his military and religious charisma.

We may even have found this great man’s tomb. One of the most spectacular discoveries at Cahokia was made in a low, ridge topped mound called Mound 72. (Ah, those wildly clever archaeologists and their poetic names!) Here archaeologists uncovered the burial of a large man, probably in his 50s. His skeleton was found on a platform of 20,000 shell beads that may have been the remains of a bead cloak in the shape of a thunderbird (above). Radiocarbon dating places the whole assemblage at around 1080 AD. He was buried just above another person of similar age and size. The excavors thought this was another man and suspected a connection to those myths that give Red Horn a twin brother who was a dark, murderous trickster figure. Recent restudy, however, suggested that the second person was a woman; still waiting for DNA study to settle the question.

A spectacular array of offerings accompanied these burials, including two bushels of mica sheets and more than 700 arrows, their stone points among the mostly finely crafted stone tools ever found in North America. It may be significant that the historic Winnebago offered arrows in tribute to Red Horn.

Many other skeletons were also found in the mound, including those of 52 young women who were almost certainly the victims of human sacrifice. Their skeletons bore no signs of violence, so they were probably strangled, or else their throats were cut, before they were laid carefully in rows in a log-lined tomb. In another pit were 39 other victims who were treated even more harshly. Their bodies were lying haphazardly in their burial pit, and most seem to have been killed by a blow to the head. Many had other wounds, though, and arrowheads were found in two. Perhaps they were prisoners of war. It looks as if they were lined up along the edge of the pit, dispatched with a club, and pushed in, one after another. The finger bones of a few were found digging into the soil, showing that they did not die at once. Given the date of this burial and its extraordinary nature, it seems to me that Pauketat may be right, and it may be the remains of the great city's founding king and those killed to accompany him to the night lands.

As I said, the one problem with Pauketat’s book is that it lacks illustrations. This problem can be solved by turning to Hero, Hawk, and Open Hand, a magnificently illustrated collection of essays on American Indian Art prepared to accompany a 2004 exhibition at the Chicago Art Institute. Not only are the pictures amazing, I found the art historical approach taken in these essays to be very helpful in understanding what Mississippian culture was about. Mississippian culture was an elite, courtly affair, and elaborate rituals accompanied by impressive costumes and splendid cult objects were central to that court culture. So the surviving cult objects are among our best windows into the Mississippian world. For example, you can get a good idea of the importance of warfare in this society by contemplating the many images that depict a divine warrior or human king with a club or mace in one hand and a severed head in the other. 

Numerous other images depicted cosmological scenes, and by putting them together with scraps of Indian myth, we can learn a great deal about how the Mississippians viewed the universe and their place in it. We can also learn something about the connections between the various cult centers, since objects made at Cahokia have been found at other centers such as Etowah, Moundville, and Spiro Mound. I very much recommend this book for anyone who wants to recover the excitement old-style archaeology, when it meant digging beautiful things from the ground and learning from them about forgotten peoples.

And yet for all that we have learned about the Mississippians, the disconnect between their world and that of Indians in the 1700s remains a problem. It seems bizarre that the great city of Cahokia, with its huge mounds, powerful rulers, and villages of serfs, makes no appearance at all in the oral history, folklore, or legends of any tribe. Even the later centers of Moundville (AD 1200 to 1450) and Etowah (AD 1200 to 1375) were forgotten so quickly that by 1700 no Indian could tell Europeans anything about them. I think the causes of this disconnect can be found in the nature of nineteenth-century Indian societies, the Mississippian world itself, and in the problems the people of the mound cities must have had feeding themselves.

Consider, first, the question of why no Mississippian center remained powerful and populous for more than about 150 years. This may have had political causes we can only guess at, but it also had ecological causes we understand very well. Mississippian Indians were farmers, but of a rather primitive sort. Outside a few favored river bottom locales they practiced swidden or "slash and burn" agriculture. That is, they cleared an area by girding the trees to kill them and burning off the brush, grew crops on it for three or four years, and then abandoned the land to grow up naturally for about 20 years until its fertility was restored. Many historic Indians moved their villages about every ten to twenty years, when the local soils were exhausted. A mound city like Cahokia would draw food from a much larger area than a village, but even so the soils within easy reach would become depleted over time. Also, Mississippian agriculture seems to have focused very heavily on corn (maize). Corn is a great crop in terms of calories per acre, but it is not a very good base for human nutrition. Historic Indians reduced this problem by planting beans together with the corn (this also helps keep the soil fertile), but there is not much evidence of beans on Mississippian sites and the corn-beans-squash triad seems to have developed rather late in prehistory. North American Indians had no domestic animals other than dogs, and they always relied on hunting to provide them with animal protein. Trash pits at Cahokia that may be the remains of great public feasts contain the remains of thousands of deer and turkeys. Such consumption would inevitably, over time, deplete the game near the mound city, leaving its inhabitants dependent on an inadequate corn-based diet. These economic facts help to explain why the mound cities were always rather ephemeral, and this lack of continuity at particular sites may help explain why the Mississippians did not develop an enduring historical tradition.

Between the Mississippian cities and historic Indians lay a great historical chasm, the die-off caused by European disease. Our best guess is that between 1540, when Hernando De Soto explored the southeast and brought the first European microbes to the region, and 1800, disease killed at least 90 percent of the Indians in North America. This catastrophe led to the disappearance of many tribes and cultures, and even those that survived suffered huge cultural losses with the deaths of so many knowledgeable people. Across the Mississippi Valley, the surviving cultures seem, by comparison to Mississippians, to be stripped down and simplified. Mississippian ritual was mainly a phenomenon of the highest elite tier, with rather little connection to the lives of most people. It was the peak of the social pyramid. When the base of that pyramid was drastically cut back by death, its pinnacle crashed and disappeared.

But why didn't the Indians remember what they had lost? Perhaps, as I said, because many of them always hated the mound cities and their despotic kings. Perhaps, though, it was simply because they had very little interest in history of that kind. It is a characteristic of most traditional Indians that their sense of time has two poles, the here-and-now and the eternal. They are interested in their living memories, stretching back two or three generations, and in the doings of the gods in the beginning times. This pattern is characteristic of hunter-gatherer and other simple societies worldwide, and it is sometimes used (for example by Vine Deloria) to explain why Indians have little interest in the work of archaeologists. Comparison of Mississippian cult art with later Indian myths shows that the Mississippian cosmology endured, along with many of their stories about gods and heroes. In fact, comparison of American Indian cosmology and shamanistic practice with those of central Siberia shows that some of these ideas are more then 13,000 years old. So the oral culture of the Indians was fully capable of passing down ideas that were important to them. The past of a few hundred years ago, it seems, was not important enough to be remembered.

It has been therefore left to Euro-American scholars to learn about the Mississippian world, and to bring its great treasures to light. Rather unfortunately, most of those treasures have been found in tombs, and the uncovery of Mississippian civilization has therefore come about by the massive looting of Indian graves. At times this has been the accidental byproduct of development, as with the mounds of St. Louis and East St. Louis, flattened to make room for growing modern cities. In some cases it was a frankly commercial enterprise; in the 1930s a business partnership was formed to loot Spiro Mound in Oklahoma and sell off the fabulous artifacts found there. At other times, as with Cahokia's Mound 72, the excavation was done by archaeologists seeking to learn about the past. I certainly have no personal feelings about disturbing graves; I can't imagine any better fate for my remains than that they might one day help archaeologists understand my own time. But many Indians do care. They see the desecration of their ancestors' bones as just another chapter in the long, sorry tale of their conquest, exploitation, expulsion from their homes, and near destruction. I wish this weren't so, but there it is. What, then, is one to make of museum cases or book full of looted grave goods, and arguments about the past based on the desecration of tombs? I think that for the world to know about the mound cities is a great thing, and I don't think that the Mississippian kings, their victims, or contemporary Indians are hurt by the presence of grave good in museums. What we know of the kings tells us that they sought fame, and now they have it. Their victims have also now had their stories told, and they can at least stand along with all the others as witnesses to the evil that can occur when power, narcissism, contempt for others, and religion come together. Modern Indians can point to the Mississippians as the doers of great and terrible deeds, just like the conquering kings who have such a prominent a place in European history. I support the reburial of the bones from those tombs, if there are Indians who want to receive them and give them an honored place. But I think the great works of art, and the knowledge that comes from archaeology, should remain in the public eye, so we can all learn about the Indian past. How can we honor something about which we know nothing at all? 

September 1, 2009; Revised August 9, 2022