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Found out my family is Jicarilla Apache; 5x Great Grandfather was a Chief
So I’ve been on a long journey the past few months to discover my family’s Indigenous roots/identity as we are Latinx/Hispanic/Mexican. The other day, my mom’s cousin asked in a family Facebook group what tribe we are from. A relative replied the Jicarilla Apache and that we have a relative still living on the rez and that he owns part of the Wild Horse casino. I lost my mind lol. Like this is the answer I’ve been searching for. I’ve been doing research by myself and am not on Facebook, so I never really thought to ask extended family. Which in hindsight, a little dumb considering that would’ve saved me time and effort, but I’m glad I didn’t because I have learned so much. So I searched up the Jicarilla Apache and firstly went to Wikipedia. I found an extremely familiar name under notable people, and it all clicked. Francisco Chacon, was a Jicarilla Apache chief who lead the Jicarilla uprising in 1854. My grandpa’s brother has a book with ancestry and basic information. My grandpa gave me the book a few months back. So I take a peek in there to confirm my suspicion, and lo and behold, born in 1810 in New Mexico, was a man named Francisco Chacon. Also his parents and him + his siblings were born in Abiquiu. I’m unsure as to what exactly this place was for the Natives, but I know it meant something to them. I’ve read that the Jicarilla Apache used to congregate there and they’re associated with an agency called the Abiquiu Indian Agency. It’s very hard to find any information online, other than what Wikipedia gave me. It’s all the same stuff about the uprising. Nothing about his birthdate or death. But seeing how the Francisco in the book was born in 1810 and the Francisco I found online led an uprising in 1854, and my relative stating we are Jicarilla Apache, it matches up. And now I’m trying to figure out what to do. I want to learn more about him, but it’s all very limited. Also to see a photo of him, but it seems there isn’t one, at least not online. Does anyone have any sources I could try to check out? In person or online? More information and a photo of him just might not exist but I’d love to try and find them. I do know we likely have other indigenous roots, due to photos of other ancestors that appear very non-white and that aren’t relate to him. But this is the closest and the most solid answer I’ve had in months. I won’t go into it, but I’ve struggled with my identity for such a long time. Doing this has connected me closer to my Mexican roots/culture and helped me feel more connected to discovering and learning about this newfound...identity? Culture? Roots? I’m just not sure what steps to take now. I don’t know if I have a right to reconnect and relearn, but I’d like to try, if that’s okay. I’m thinking of reaching out to my relative still on the reservation and asking for advice on reconnecting, learning and supporting them in ways I can. But if it is in bad taste to reach out, please let me know! And no I’m not interested in tribal membership or benefits, I’m leaving that to people who grew up with the culture. Plus, I am half white and white passing (thanks dad lol); I’m very much aware of my privilege and will always amplify the voices of darker skin Natives; BIPOC in general. Besides, due to blood quantum, I doubt I could enroll anyway. Anyone who has reconnected with their culture(s), what steps did you take? I want to do this in the most respectful and proper way possible. If I’m allowed to do so at all. My first idea was to contact my relative on the rez about it, but I’m unsure if that’ll come off as weird or if these things are disrespectful to ask. I know it’s going to be long and difficult, but I’m willing to put in the effort to learn, decolonize myself/my mind further, and bring this part of my family’s roots/our ancestor’s culture to light again. Thank you for reading :) ! I am sorry if anything came off as disrespectful or confusing, if anything did, please tell me. And if you have questions please let me know as well.
Found out my family is Jicarilla Apache; 5x great grandfather was a chief
So I’ve been on a long journey the past few months to discover my family’s Indigenous roots/identity. The other day, my mom’s cousin asked in a family Facebook group what tribe we are from. A relative replied the Jicarilla Apache and that we have a relative still living on the rez and that he owns part of the Wild Horse casino. I lost my mind lol. Like this is the answer I’ve been searching for. I’ve been doing research by myself and am not on Facebook, so I never really thought to ask extended family. Which in hindsight, a little dumb considering that would’ve saved me time and effort, but I’m glad I didn’t because I have learned so much. So I searched up the Jicarilla Apache and firstly went to Wikipedia. I found an extremely familiar name under notable people, and it all clicked. Francisco Chacon, was a Jicarilla Apache chief who lead the Jicarilla uprising in 1854. My grandpa’s brother has a book with ancestry and basic information. My grandpa gave me the book a few months back. So I take a peek in there to confirm my suspicion, and lo and behold, born in 1810 in New Mexico, was a man named Francisco Chacon. Also his parents and him + his siblings were born in Abiquiu. I’m unsure as to what exactly this place was for the Natives, but I know it meant something to them. I’ve read that the Jicarilla Apache used to congregate there and they’re associated with an agency called the Abiquiu Indian Agency. It’s very hard to find any information online, other than what Wikipedia gave me. It’s all the same stuff about the uprising. Nothing about his birthdate or death. But seeing how the Francisco in the book was born in 1810 and the Francisco I found online led an uprising in 1854, and my relative stating we are Jicarilla Apache, it matches up. And now I’m trying to figure out what to do. I want to learn more about him, but it’s all very limited. Also to see a photo of him, but it seems there isn’t one, at least not online. Does anyone have any sources I could try to check out? In person or online? More information and a photo of him just might not exist but I’d love to try and find them. I do know we likely have other indigenous roots, due to photos of other ancestors that appear very non-white and that aren’t relate to him. But this is the closest and the most solid answer I’ve had in months. I won’t go into it, but I’ve struggled with my identity for such a long time. Doing this has connected me closer to my Mexican roots/culture and helped me feel more connected to discovering and learning about this newfound...identity? Culture? Roots? I’m just not sure what steps to take now. I don’t know if I have a right to reconnect and relearn, but I’d like to try, if that’s okay. I’m thinking of reaching out to my relative still on the reservation and asking for advice on reconnecting, learning and supporting them in ways I can. But if it is in bad taste to reach out, please let me know! And no I’m not interested in tribal membership or benefits, I’m leaving that to people who grew up with the culture. Plus, I am half white and white passing (thanks dad lol); I’m very much aware of my privilege and will always amplify the voices of darker skin Natives; BIPOC in general. Besides, due to blood quantum, I doubt I could enroll anyway. Anyone who has reconnected with their culture(s), what steps did you take? I want to do this in the most respectful and proper way possible. If I’m allowed to do so at all. I know it’s going to be long and difficult, but I’m willing to put in the effort to learn, decolonize myself/my mind further, and bring this part of my family’s roots/ancestor’s culture to light again. Thank you for reading :) ! I am sorry if anything came off as disrespectful or confusing, if anything did, please tell me. And if you have questions please let me know as well. now.
Winter had sucked all the color out of the world. The prairie in the glory of midsummer had been a surge of green, summer winds sending pulses through the tall grass, causing it to wave like an underwater kelp forest in a strong current. Now, however, it had relinquished its blooming majesty, its former radiance dulled to straw the color of a deerhide. The flowerheads were stripped of their colorful identities, appearing like sepia photographs of themselves; the ghosts of summer past. The sweetclover, which had extended from one horizon to the other back in June, covering the prairie in a blanket of gold, was now skeletonized, its broken-off stems rolling like tumbleweeds in the winter gales. Trevor was over it. Another South Dakota winter, another four months until the snows would cease and the ice would melt in the creek. In March and April, the spring blizzards would bury the world and on the subsequent sunny days, the combination of blue sky and white land would be startling, like finding oneself living in the center of a bicolored flag. But for now, a capricious midwinter thaw had left snowdrifts only in the prairie draws, on the north-facing ridges, in the shadows of the ponderosas that speckled the hills. And around the trailer, mud. In a few nights, a deep freeze would turn the sides of the tire ruts into knife edges, testing the suspension of any vehicle that took the approach too fast. Still, that was better than the loamy mud, which could imprison even a 4x4 until freezing cold or drying winds finally freed it. The view from the front porch could be gorgeous. Back in July, when the church group from Virginia had constructed a wheelchair ramp for the trailer, the evening sun had set the prairie on fire, its light reflected by a thunderstorm hanging in the sky as if by a puppeteer’s strings. “God almighty,” the youth pastor had exclaimed. But now, grays and browns mingled in a decidedly drab palette. Over at the little bird feeder, the goldfinches were no longer yellow-and-black exclamation points, but had acquiesced to dullness, dressed for a time of year when vibrant color seemed to be outlawed by some unseen authority. Trevor stared at the expanse of mud that spooled out from in front of the trailer and unwound into a ribbon that led over the hill toward the old sundance ground and, eventually, the paved road. He wondered if he would get out today. Always a calculation this time of year. Driving on the muddy channel that was his approach was out of the question; he would set a course across the grass, which would provide enough barrier to keep his tires from sinking in again. Two-tracks radiating out onto the prairie showed how many times he and his family had taken this course of action since the last snow. It felt ironic that their approach took them by far the long way around – heading north to go south; harder than it needed to be, like so much of life around here. But the way south was blocked by Roanhorse Creek. This wasn’t all bad; the creek provided nice wading in the summer and water for the horses for most of the year. It also gave rise to the only trees on the property, although the cottonwoods whose leaves whispered in the summer breezes now stood dumb and impassive, and resembled skeletal wraiths at nighttime. A horse would make it, of course. He could saddle up the buckskin, ride cross-country and be in town in twenty minutes. But that would be silly…he snorted at the ludicrousness of this thought. First of all, he had to go way beyond town today. And even if he were just going to his old job at the tribal building, was he supposed to just hitch it up outside for the day? Tie its reins to one of the smokers’ benches by the entrance? What was this, 1895? No, better not to risk TȟatéZi getting stolen or having some gang sign spraypainted on it or some shit. Besides, he needed to pull into his job interview looking halfway decent, not spattered with mud and smelling like horse sweat. Trevor regarded his truck, sitting smack in the middle of the sloppy mess. Fuck, he thought. Still, he didn’t really have a choice today. No job interview, no job. No job, no funds. Another calculation, but this one was straightforward. He went back into the trailer and made his way to his bedroom in the back, passing his brothers in the living room. One was sleeping on the couch and the other was crashed out in the recliner, oblivious to the flickering hearth of the muted TV. Let ‘em sleep today, Trevor thought. In the bedroom, he stepped across piles of clothes – some clean, some dirty – and over the miscellany of his life; a pile of old DVDs, a defunct gaming console, a canister of Bugler and squares of broadcloth for the tobacco ties he was supposed to make for ceremony, a scattering of empty Mountain Dew cans, a 24-pack of ramen, a basketball. He hunted around in his closet for the dressy clothes that he knew were there. He had worn them once, on the day of his high school graduation, three years before. And there they were; a purple button-down shirt, a solid black tie, and black chinos. Further rummaging found him a pair of brown loafers and a tan braided belt. He would look sharp for this interview – couldn’t hurt. Trevor took a quick shower. The hot water always took forever to come and once it did, didn’t last long. He got dressed hurriedly, glad the tie that had come as a set with the shirt was a clip-on, and ran a comb through his hair. It wasn’t long enough to do much with other than backcomb it a little with some hair gel, but he figured that looked better than not. He considered putting in big stud earrings to look extra fly, but decided again it; might not be the right look for the occasion. Now fully dressed and ready, Trevor took stock of his appearance. His summer tan was long gone and his skin was as pale as the white kids he had met during his one semester of college. The same change of season that had desaturated the prairie and garbed the birds in dull colors had undone all those days spent out in the badlands sun – working with the horses, swimming at the dam, helping keep fire at sundance. Too many French fur traders in his lineage. He recalled the book that his eighth grade teacher had assigned them – Part-time Indian or something – and thought, Yup, that’s me. Indian in the summer and wašiču in the winter, like changing plumage. Trevor envied his brothers their melanin. He had learned that word in one of his college classes and now thought of it nearly every day. Travis was a rich brown complexion even in the dark days of midwinter. Trenton was in between the two but had jet-black Lakota hair and definitely looked “ethnic,” enough to be followed around stores in the border towns. Trevor knew it was his privilege to be exempt from such treatment, but it bugged him nonetheless. He hadn’t asked to be light-skinned. His brothers called him žiží – a reference to his tawny hair. They had gotten into scraps over this, and Trevor even bloodied Travis’ nose in one such altercation. Once one of them had even called Trevor a “half-breed” but Trevor retorted with “Fuck you, boy, you got the same blood as me. Fuckin’ dumbass.” This seemed to put the issue to rest. Trevor’s brief stint at college had been at an out-of-state school, which now struck him as an ill-advised decision. At least South Dakotans had some experience with Natives. Even the East River kids had at least crossed paths with one at some point, and didn’t think of Indians as something from the pages of a dime novel. Trevor was the first Native in many years – maybe ever – to attend the small-town liberal arts college in a neighboring state. He thought the fact that the college was reasonably selective would mean that the students were smart enough not to ask dumb questions. He was wrong. The queries were predictable enough, clichéd even; Are you really Indian? (Yes) Do you speak your language? (No) Did you get in because you’re Indian? (Who knows? I’m pretty smart and got good grades.) Does the college have admissions quotas for Indians? (If it did, you’d think more would go here.) What’s it like on the reservation? (I don’t know; different.) Do you prefer “Native American”? (I find the question annoying, to be honest.) Do you like Leslie Marmon Silko? (Who?) Have you seen Dances with Wolves? (Some of it.) Do you know a guy from Pine Ridge named Verdell? He used to work with my dad. (Maybe) His last name was something Horse. Running Horse? (No) Fielding these questions was exhausting and added another layer of weariness and alienation to his college experience. He found himself having to answer such inquiries from his roommate, classmates, professors, his R.A…Sometimes they were cloaked in well-meaning concern (I bet you get tired of all these questions, huh?) but they were always there. Most evenings, Trevor would retreat to his room and call his mom. His roommate, Skyler, a cross-country runner who was handsome in an unspectacular way and who monitored his water intake religiously, was hardly ever around. He seemed to have no trouble making friends in college and reveled in the social opportunities around him. In his phone calls back home, Trevor found himself experiencing a homesickness that inhabited the pit of his stomach like a hunger pang. He had never been gone from home for that long. Really, his only trip away had been the summer before his senior year, to a weeklong STEM camp for Native kids that one of the state colleges had put on. But that had been with a half dozen other students from his high school. Here he was alone. The subjects of their conversations would leave Trevor feeling a gravitational pull toward home: Trenton got into a fight at school and got suspended. Travis is drinking again. We had sweat for your auntie because they have to amputate her leg after all. Those dogs were back again. Everett hit $200 at the casino on Tuesday night but of course he put it all back in. They’re having a basketball tournament for that boy who got paralyzed in that wreck. Our hot water heater went out but uncle came and fixed it. They still haven’t found that Two Arrows girl that went missing. Travis wants to go up on the hill this spring – maybe that will get him to quit drinking. Good news, bad news, mundane news…The latter tugged at him the most. Like many who grew up on Pine Ridge, he had a love-hate relationship with the reservation. It was the home of his people after all, and could be so beautiful (“God’s country,” as it was called by even those who had no time for the white man’s God). But the hardships, the tragedies, the death…it all wore away at your spirit, hardened you. Still, the news of day-to-day life going on in his absence; a school powwow, a bingo tournament, tribal council drama, rumors of a Dairy Queen opening. It made him miss home in an ineffable way. The last vestige of his indecision evaporated after a particular conversation in the lounge of his dorm. He had been sitting on a beanbag chair, discussing random topics with two friends (at least, he considered them friends, in some ill-defined adolescent way). They had all left a dull party that hadn’t livened up even after a couple of drinks, but still felt heady and obligated to prolong the night a little longer. So, they were shooting the shit, in a garishly-lit common space that smelled of burnt popcorn, and Trevor was feeling rather collegiate. An off-campus party, late-night conversation; weren’t these the trappings of university life that he had seen in teen movies, if a much more prosaic version? Kayleigh, tipsy off Jäger bombs, started the chain of events that would unravel his college experience with a simple, but pointed question: “How Indian are you, anyway?” Colton snorted at this comment. “Kay, you can’t just ask that!” But he was clearly more amused than disapproving. “You mean like my blood quantum or what?” Trevor asked. “Is that what you guys call it?” said Kay, now playing the innocent party. “I just mean, like, you say you’re Indian, I mean like I know you are, like, I know you are on paper…” The alcohol was causing her to trip over her words but she plowed on. “I mean like, okay, if I were to like, run into you on the street…” Kay was now gesturing expansively, as if the meaning of what she was saying wasn’t explicit from words alone. “Like, I wouldn’t be like, ‘Damn, look at that Indian,’ right? I’d just assume you were a white guy. I mean you know what I mean? Ugh, I’m not making sense.” She was making perfect sense. Colton looked embarrassed, and for a second, Trevor thought he might shut Kay down. But instead, his inhibition similarly worn down by a few shots of German 70-proof, he followed suit. “I think what Kay’s drunk ass is trying to say is, like, your ancestors are Indians, right, like in the history books. Like Geronimo or whatever. But do you consider yourself one of them? Or are you, like, their descendant?” Trevor could feel the ball of rage growing within him, a sea urchin radiating spikes in his gut. Stop talking, he thought. Just stop talking. Colton continued, heedlessly. “Okay, so like I’m Irish but I’m not like Irish Irish, like a leprechaun or some shit. Like my ancestors…” Trevor stood up, his fists balled. He was now stone-cold sober but his anger was its own intoxicant. “It’s none of your fucking business. It’s none of your business what the fuck I am!” He was shouting; he couldn’t help it. He picked up a half-empty can of PBR and threw it at the wall, slamming the door to the lounge on his way out. The sudsy contents of the can leaked onto the ugly orange dorm carpet, as Kayleigh and Colton sat in stunned silence. “Jesus,” said Colton finally. “Just trying to ask an honest question.” After that, Trevor had holed up in his room for a few days, skipping classes and avoiding other students. When he told his mom he was dropping out, she hardly sounded surprised. He knew she would be glad to have him back home; the prodigal son returning. Trevor, the one who had his shit together, who had gone to a STEM camp and was almost salutatorian. He knew she thought that once he got back, he could do what she couldn’t; get Travis on a better path, bring another income to the household, fix what needed to be fixed around the trailer, shoot at the stray dogs when they came around. It would all fall to him. His failure was their blessing; they would lean on him as long as he could stand. So here we fucking go, he now thought, patting his gel-stiffened hair and giving himself one last hazel-eyed glance in the mirror. Gotta get that bread. His brief stint at the tribal building hadn’t panned out. He was a good worker but wet weather made his road too sloppy to get out easily. Too many latenesses had translated into a pink slip. “Shit man we all got bad roads. Gotta leave earlier,” his boss had said. So, lesson learned, he was giving himself extra time getting ready for this interview. Really, the lady had just told him to come by “around mid-morning,” so he’d probably be okay. The job was off-rez, down at the county livestock auction and sale barn in one of the closest border towns, “white towns,” as Ridgers called it. It was mostly going to be paperwork – inventory and itemizing and that kind of shit – but it was decent pay and Trevor hoped that he could transition over to working with the animals before long. On most days, he preferred their company to dumbass people. Grabbing his bag, Trevor stuck the loafers inside with his other miscellany. He would need to wear his cowboy boots across the muddy expanse between the bottom step of the porch and the door to his Blazer so he jammed his feet into them. Outside, he walked gingerly so as not to stain his black slacks with muck. Once in the driver’s seat, he figured he would leave the boots on for the drive, since they were already smearing mud on the floor liner, and in case he got stuck and needed to get out. Trevor knew that the people who worked at the sale barn were as countrified as he was and wouldn’t judge muddy boots under most circumstances, but he also knew that being from Pine Ridge meant he had to put his best foot forward, literally in this case. Trevor fired up the Blazer, put it in four low, and gunned it. His tires found grip and he jerked along, slimy divots of earth spattering his windows and roof like hail. His windshield wipers left a pasty smear that obscured much of his view, but he practically knew the way by feel. As soon as he could, he bumped up onto the grass, gopher holes and clumps of prairie bluestem jolting his ride, testing what was left of his suspension. When he finally hit the pavement, the smoothness was startling as it always was, like a TV being suddenly muted, like silence after a door slamming. He cruised through town, passing the gas station, the other gas station, the commod building, the quonset hut, the old BIA headquarters…and turned south into Nebraska. He tried to ignore the persistent squeal under the hood that had gotten worse lately. The overcast sky reflected the dullness of the land – as below, so above – and Trevor alternated between zoning out and counting hawks on telephone poles. A handful of miles south of the border, the vehicle gave a jolt and Trevor felt a temporary loss of control. He hit the brakes and steered toward the shoulder, but the Blazer was suddenly steering like an army tank. Fuck, he whispered. Once he wrestled Blazer off the road, Trevor got out and popped the hood. He already knew what he would find under the rising steam. “Fucking serpentine belt,” he hissed to the universe. Trevor was good with cars but he didn’t have the tools for this fix. Luckily, he thought, out here in the country, somebody who did would be by soon. Lots of Natives on this road, maybe even a cousin would happen by who could at least give him a ride to town. Trevor thought of calling his dad’s brother Everett on his cell, but figured he’d give it a bit. He hated the thought of owing Uncle Ev anything. Sure enough, in a few minutes, a gunmetal gray truck passed by slowly, hit a u-turn, and pulled up behind him. Trevor felt a twinge of envy over this late-model Dodge Ram MegaCab with duallies. It had county plates on it, so the cowboy-hatted driver was a local guy, and as he got out, his Carhartt overalls and mud-caked boots identified him as a rancher. “Trouble?” MegaCab asked, giving Trevor an easy smile. “Serpentine belt busted,” said Trevor, unconsciously smoothing out his rez accent in favor of a more neutral affectation. Code-switching – another term he had learned at college (by the professor who asked him if he prefers “Native American”). “No shit, huh?” MegaCab considered this information. “I got nothing for that but I could give you a ride somewhere. You call anyone? Someone coming after you?” “No,” said Trevor. “I’m trying to get down to the sale barn for a job interview.” MegaCab looked at Trevor as if for the first time. “Oh ok so that’s why you’re all fancied up. Well, hop in if you don’t mind leaving it here.” Trevor considered this. He was off the rez so there was less of a chance that the Blazer would end up with busted windows or slashed tires. And he was eager to get his interview over and done with. Before he could answer, MegaCab added “I have to stop in Whiteclay first but then I’ll take you down.” This was only a few miles out of the way so Trevor assented and climbed into the rancher’s idling behemoth. It still retained some new-truck smell, mixed with a tinge of manure and rich earth. Really, it was almost luxurious. MegaCab flipped a u-ey again and headed back north toward Whiteclay. Formerly notorious for copious alcohol sales to people from the dry reservation whose border it sat on, Whiteclay’s package stores had been shuttered after the state had revoked their liquor licenses following years of protests over their depredatory business model. Now, it was just a town of a couple small stores and fewer than a dozen permanent residents, its streets empty of vagrants, its ghosts banished. “So, you from Hot Springs?” Trevor momentarily wondered where this question had come from, and then remembered that he had 27-plates on the Blazer – Fall River County, a relic of when he bought the car from a white lady over there. He had kept the off-county registration because the plates were far less likely to get you pulled over off-rez than the infamous 65s of Oglala Lakota County. MegaCab continued without waiting for an answer. “I used to go up to Hot Springs a lot when my dad was in the V.A. hospital up there. Nice town.” “Yup, it’s pretty nice,” said Trevor, wondering if he would have to sustain this small talk the whole way. Luckily, MegaCab took it from there, reminiscing about his high school football team dealing Hot Springs a particularly lopsided loss, and then they were at Whiteclay. Trevor played around on his phone while his driver of the moment went into the little grocery store. He looked up his old roommate Skyler on Facebook (why, he didn’t know; certainly not to friend him) and then Googled “Pine Ridge South Dakota Dairy Queen” just to see if there was any truth to that rumor. MegaCab returned with some mail – Trevor had forgotten that there was a little post office in there – and they turned south toward Rushville. Two miles and five hawks-on-telephone-poles into their trip, MegaCab got chatty again: “I still can’t believe that the state revoked the liquor licenses. They had no legal right to do that of course, but just like everyone else these days, they bowed to the pressure from liberal special interest groups. Those store owners – my brother was one of them – followed the damn law to a T but still got their rights taken away. They’re the real victims in all of this.” Trevor, whose father was found dead in Whiteclay when Trevor was ten years old, didn’t answer. “You know it’s just going to push the problem down the road. These Indians are gonna get their liquor one way or another. You guys must see that all the time up in Hot Springs.” These Indians. You guys. Trevor suddenly recognized MegaCab’s presumption, and wondered when if he should correct it. “If they wanted to buy millions of cans of beer in Whiteclay every year and drink themselves to death, shit, I say let ‘em. It’s a free country, right? Those AIM types are always going on about Native rights and shit, y’know? Well shit, you have the right to drink and die if you want. Not saying that I want that for those people or anything, but the nanny state can’t be protecting everyone from problems of their own making.” Trevor, whose brother had first gotten jailed for drunk and disorderly at age 14, two years after their father died, said nothing. MegaCab continued to rhapsodize about “the Indians” and their problems, adopting the tone of an expert, one who knew all about them. Trevor felt the blood rise to his face. Some coloration at least, he thought darkly. In the pit of his stomach, the sea urchin had returned to stab at his insides. What must it be like, he wondered, to live a life in which people aren’t constantly telling you who you are, naming your characteristics like symptoms, trying to trap you like a spirit in a photograph? The Blazer came in sight on the shoulder ahead. “Can you let me out at my ride?” Trevor asked, his voice hardly recognizable to his own ear, like hearing himself talk underwater. “Sure, you need to grab something out of it?” said MegaCab, reluctantly pausing his diatribe. “No it’s okay,” replied Trevor, “I’m gonna call someone to come help me fix this after all.” He fiddled with his phone as if to underscore this intention. “Well, if you’re sure,” said MegaCab. “And hey,” he added as Trevor stepped down onto the running board. “You be careful around here. One of these rezzers might see you here all by yourself and try to mess you or your car up. And watch out for drunk drivers. You just never know with these Indians.” MegaCab gave a serious nod to accentuate this show of concern. Then he wished Trevor luck and drove off. Trevor watched the truck recede into the distance until it was merely a gray speck between the monochrome earth and the steely sky. He sat down in the cold front seat of the Blazer and looked into the rearview mirror. Hazel eyes stared back at him under a pale forehead. Fuck it, he thought; people are dumbasses. Let ‘em believe what they want; that he was from Hot Springs, that could be was related to that Apache, Geronimo, that he was only Indian on paper. Trevor saw what they didn’t; the hidden depths beneath the surface, and in their faces, in the spaces between their words, their ignorance displayed like a tattoo. In another minute or two, he would call Uncle Ev for a ride. In another hour or two, he would be offered a job at the sale barn that would bring another income into his household (and buy him a new serpentine belt). In another day or two, he would finally finish the tobacco ties for ceremony, at which he would pray for Travis’ sobriety and his auntie’s diabetes. In another month or two, the lengthening of the days would be unmistakable. Spring would come as it always had, first heralded by a single meadowlark piercing the predawn silence with his song. This would be followed by a green sprig on the prairie, pushing up, perhaps, through snow. Then a cluster of pasqueflowers appearing suddenly on a hillside, a skein of geese overhead, sheet lightning on the horizon. Small miracles, one after another. Finally, color would surge back into the world like paint scintillating on a canvas, causing goldfinches to glow like stars and evening thunderheads to stand like towering fires. The brilliant Dakota sunlight would stoke the melanin in Trevor’s skin, and nobody would mistake who he was. He would go up on the hill for two days and nights with Travis that spring, and Trenton would keep fire for them. He would pray for the coming year, for the survival of his people, for enough blessings to outweigh the hardships. And there, among a sea of undulating green, facing the crimson blaze of sunrise, he would again know himself and find the strength to carry on, in the face of all the peculiar indignities of this world.
Things to Do This Week in Phoenix (October 2 - October 8)
Week of: October 2 - October 8 This is a weekly thread of things going on in and around the Phoenix metro area. All types of events are welcome, including focused events for different interest groups, kid friendly, etc. Please visit the UPDATED FAQ for Weekly Events Comment with your event below and I'll add it to the list. Thanks! Before you attend, please inquire to make sure the event is taking place. Special Events this week:
10/6-10/29 Arizona State Fair @ State Fairgrounds 1826 W McDowell, Phoenix Wed-Sun
Looking for the other things to do? Check out the FAQ for more suggestions Feel free to add your own events below. Just list where in the Valley it happens, a cost if there is one, and who might find it interesting. Please also indicate if the event happens each week. People may be interested in trying something new but not know what is expected to get involved. Please upvote people who share good/interesting events, even if it may not be something you will attend.
Around the state Mortimer Farms Sweet Corn Festival – Aug 29-30, 9-6. Sweet corn, hay rides, corn maze, entertainment, craft vendors, Farm Dance from 7-10. Dewey. Central Navajo Fair & Rodeo – Aug 24-30. Health fair, charity run, rodeo, pageants, parade, pow wow, carnival, vendors. Chinle. Sedona Bike & Brew Festival – Aug 28-29. A mountain bike race on a golf course. Awards ceremony, music, food, drink, swag. Come be a spectator if you don’t ride. Check website for racing information, admission info. Sedona. Arizona Trail Marathon, Half-Marathon & 10K – North Rim – Aug 30, 9 am. 13 mile loop along forest service roads and the Arizona Trail with one mile running along the East Rim of the canyon. Check site for more details and registration information. Jacob Lake. In the Phoenix area Live and Local Fridays – Aug 28, 8 pm. Inspiración Flamenca will be performing at the season finale of the summer concert series. Happy hour at 6 pm. The Center’s Store offers 10% off purchases during Live & Local Fridays. Scottsdale. Night Lights Tour at Taliesin West – Fridays through September @ 6:30, 7 and 7:15. Two hour tour with refreshments offered halfway through. Reservations required, not for children under 13. $35. Scottsdale. Prickly Pear Cactus Fruit Class – Aug 29-30. 9:30 am. Learn how to de-spine and process prickly pears. Class is included in daily admission fee. Boyce Thompson Arboretum. Superior. In Circles – Aug 30. “The movie begins in Phoenix, Ariz., a few miles away from the reservation on the map, but in terms of community, it's much further. Isaac Paul Molina) moves back to "the Circles," a neighborhood in Gila River, and begins to learn that things are different than when he left them. With the guidance of his mother Cheryl (Jackson Harris), his uncle Rudy (Douglas Miles) and a family friend Henry (Myron Schurz), Isaac follows a path of discovery to express himself through painting and art.” Independent movie made by members of the Gila River Indian Community. $5. Vee Quiva Hotel & Casino, Gila River Reservation. Full Moon Scenic Hike at Lake Pleasant – Aug 28, 7-9. 2 hours, 4 miles. $6 per vehicle park entry fee. Check site for hike details. Morristown. Hell City Tattoo Festival – Aug 28-30. All things tattoo – artists, competitions, merchandise, art gallery, performances, educational seminars, even a kid zone. Check site for times and admission prices. Phoenix. Plan Ahead White Mountain Apache Tribal Fair and Rodeo – Sep 1-7. Rodeo, parade, royalty pageants, volleyball tournaments, baseball tourney. Whiteriver. 8th Annual Lake Havasu Tattoo Show – Sep 4-6. Live entertainment, full bar, food, tattoos and more. Check site for event times, admission prices. Lake Havasu. 3rd Annual Arizona Reggae Fest – Sep 4-6. Born and Brewed – Sep 18-19. Bike pub tour, local beer, BBQ, live music, games. Check site for event times, prices. Tucson. Big House Music Festival – Sep 5. Family event, food, music, games, beer garden. Tickets available online. Casa Grande. Taylor Sweet Corn Festival – Sep 4-7. Parade, arts & crafts fair, rodeo, barrel racing, fireworks. Snowflake/Taylor. 10th Annual Woodland Wildlife Festival – Sep 5, 10 am. Interactive booths, displays with live wildlife, demonstrations, exhibits. Pinetop/Lakeside. Brewery Gulch Daze – Sep 6. Dress in costume, attend a chili cook-off. Contests: Miz Biz, water-balloon, bed races, pet parade, kissing booth, live music and more. Bisbee. 69th Annual Navajo Nation Fair – Sep 6-13. Rodeo, parade, song & dance, pow wow, carnival, concert, fine arts show. Window Rock. 66th Annual Coconino County Fair – Sep 4-7. Fair food, carnival rides, live entertainment, livestock shows and more. Flagstaff. Apache County Fair – Sep 9-12. Music, carnival, livestock show, Dutch oven cook off, barrel racing. St. Johns. Mohave County Fair – Sep 17-20. Kingman Gila County Fair – Sep 17-20. Globe. Santa Cruz County Fair Sep 18-20. Sonoita. Cochise County Fair – Sep 24-27. Douglas. Greenlee County Fair – Sep 17-20. Duncan. There is always so much going on at the state and regional parks - way more than I can type out each week. Take a look at the calendars and plan some fun stuff! Maricopa County Parks – Check here for events at Maricopa County Regional Parks. Arizona State Parks – Check here for events at Arizona State Parks. Pima County Parks – Click on the Calendar link to the right for a listing of events.
What's happening around town (Wed, Jul 29th - Tue, Aug 4th)
Tulsa's event list. Combined from 12 sources
Wednesday, Jul 29th
Craig County Free Fair(Craig County Fairgrounds - Vinita) The annual Craig County Free Fair in Vinita features a variety of exhibits, livestock shows,…
Drillers(ONEOK Field) Start Time: 7:05pm vs Springfield Cardinals Bark In The Park
Summer Camp 2015 @ Gilcrease - Week 6(Education) Start Time: 9:00am Gilcrease Museum and the Henry Zarrow Center for Art and Education are pleased to offer an exciting…
Bret Michaels in Concert(Hard Rock Casino - Catoosa) Start Time: 8:00pm Get ready to rock out at the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino when iconic rock star Bret Michaels takes the…
Craig County Free Fair(Craig County Fairgrounds - Vinita) The annual Craig County Free Fair in Vinita features a variety of exhibits, livestock shows,…
Sallisaw Lion's Club IPRA Rodeo(Sallisaw Rodeo Grounds - Sallisaw) Bring the family and enjoy the annual Sallisaw Lion's Club Rodeo, an event that consistently draws…
Summer Camp 2015 @ Gilcrease - Week 6(Education) Start Time: 9:00am Gilcrease Museum and the Henry Zarrow Center for Art and Education are pleased to offer an exciting…
Tulsa County Free Fair(Tulsa Fair Grounds) The Tulsa County Free Fair comes to the Exchange Center at the Tulsa Fairgrounds. This event is…
Tulsa County Free Fair(Tulsa Fair Grounds) The Tulsa County Free Fair comes to the Exchange Center at the Tulsa Fairgrounds. This event is…
Tulsa Shock vs Phoenix Mercury(BOK Center) Start Time: 7:00pm Head out to Tulsa's BOK Center to witness the Tulsa Shock take on the Phoenix Mercury. Watch the…
Alice In Chains in Concert(Brady Theater) Start Time: 7:00pm Legendary rock band Alice in Chains is making a stop at the the historic Brady Theater in Tulsa…
Charlie Daniels Band in Concert(River Spirit Casino) Start Time: 7:00pm Round up the posse and head to River Spirit Casino in Tulsa for an exciting performance by…
Chris Stapleton(Cain's Ballroom) Start Time: 8:30pm Advance $17 | Day of Show $19 | Door $19 | Mezzanine (21+) $32 There is a $2 fee that applies to…
Craig County Free Fair(Craig County Fairgrounds - Vinita) The annual Craig County Free Fair in Vinita features a variety of exhibits, livestock shows,…
Sallisaw Lion's Club IPRA Rodeo(Sallisaw Rodeo Grounds - Sallisaw) Bring the family and enjoy the annual Sallisaw Lion's Club Rodeo, an event that consistently draws…
Smokin on Route 66 BBQ Championship(Miami Fairgrounds - Miami) Head to Miami for the Smokin' on Route 66 BBQ Championship. Taste delicious barbecue from various…
Summer Camp 2015 @ Gilcrease - Week 6(Education) Start Time: 9:00am Gilcrease Museum and the Henry Zarrow Center for Art and Education are pleased to offer an exciting…
Tulsa County Free Fair(Tulsa Fair Grounds) The Tulsa County Free Fair comes to the Exchange Center at the Tulsa Fairgrounds. This event is…
2 Hip Chicks Roadshow(Claremore Expo Center - Claremore) Start Time: 9:00am The 2 Hip Chicks Roadshow is coming to Claremore and bringing dozens of vendors and one-of-a-kind…
Alvin Crow / Pleasant Valley Boys et al.(Cain's Ballroom) Start Time: 7:30pm Advance $20 | Day of Show $22 | Door $22 | Mezzanine (21+) $35 Limited Seating will be…
Craig County Free Fair(Craig County Fairgrounds - Vinita) The annual Craig County Free Fair in Vinita features a variety of exhibits, livestock shows,…
Memorial Day Do-Over(Downtown - Tahlequah) If you missed out on celebrating Memorial Day at Lake Tenkiller because of high water, you're in…
Pawnee Bill Memorial Rodeo(Lakeside Arena - Pawnee) The Pawnee Bill Memorial Rodeo is IPRA sanctioned with seven standard events including bareback…
Pawnee Old Time Saturday Night(Downtown - Pawnee) Old Time Saturday Night in Pawnee welcomes anything with wheels to its car show and exciting…
Sallisaw Lion's Club IPRA Rodeo(Sallisaw Rodeo Grounds - Sallisaw) Bring the family and enjoy the annual Sallisaw Lion's Club Rodeo, an event that consistently draws…
Tire Less Tulsa - Tire Recycling Event Start Time: 8:00am Recycle tires for free! TCC -Northeast Campus West Parking Lot 3727 East Apache Street Tulsa OK…
Tulsa Shock vs Minnesota Lynx(BOK Center) Start Time: 7:00pm Head out to Tulsa's BOK Center to witness the Tulsa Shock take on the Minnesota Lynx. Watch the…
World Wide Paint Horse Congress(Tulsa Expo Square) At the World Wide Paint Horse Congress, horses and riders compete in a wide variety of events at…
Memorial Day Do-Over(Downtown - Tahlequah) If you missed out on celebrating Memorial Day at Lake Tenkiller because of high water, you're in…
Pawnee Bill Memorial Rodeo(Lakeside Arena - Pawnee) The Pawnee Bill Memorial Rodeo is IPRA sanctioned with seven standard events including bareback…
Pre-Convention Masterclass with ERIC AGLIA(Daily Family YMCA - Bixby) Start Time: 3:00pm Eric Aglia is the newest Zumba Education Specialist (ZES) chosen to release Zumba Fitness' newest…
Turkey Mountain Dirty Duathlon(5400 S Olympia Ave, Tulsa, Ok 74107) Back for its second year, Tulsa's ONLY Off-Road Duathlon! 5K Run, 20K Mountain Bike, 5K Run…
World Wide Paint Horse Congress(Tulsa Expo Square) At the World Wide Paint Horse Congress, horses and riders compete in a wide variety of events at…
Monday, Aug 3rd
2015 Fall Oklahoma Hunting & Fishing Show(400 Veterans Pkwy, - Claremore) Come out to the Claremore Expo Center August 29th and 30th for the Oklahoma Fall Hunting and…
Pawnee Bill Memorial Rodeo(Lakeside Arena - Pawnee) The Pawnee Bill Memorial Rodeo is IPRA sanctioned with seven standard events including bareback…
Summer Camp 2015 @ Zarrow - Week 7(Education) Start Time: 9:00am Gilcrease Museum and the Henry Zarrow Center for Art and Education are pleased to offer an exciting…
Life Time Re-Commitment Run & Epic Water Fight(Life Time Fitness South Tulsa, 10642 South Memorial Drive) FREE! Open to all! 1-3 mi social run, kids' 100-meter dash, and water gun fight (bring your own…
Pawnee Bill Memorial Rodeo(Lakeside Arena - Pawnee) The Pawnee Bill Memorial Rodeo is IPRA sanctioned with seven standard events including bareback…
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