Native Born

Native Born
by Johnny Rustywire

There was a small white envelope waiting for me when I got home, it
reminded me of some work I had done two years ago on some land matters
that ended up in federal court. It was a subpeona, it said be here at
this time and don't be late or else bad things will happen to you. So
I went, it was a long day, not that day but the day before trying to
catch up on some things, so I worked late till 4 in the morning, went
to get some sleep for couple of hours and got up real late...what did
the paper say....8 and don't be late, well it was about 9 when I got
there.


The federal court building is a magnificent granite ediface, marble
and granite, the court room was all mahogany, quiet and stately.


I sat there waiting while the preliminaries were done and it is one of
those cases that is going to go a couple of days...those lawyer types
dressed in pristine white shirts, and black suits waved me over...we
will probably need you tomorrow they said...but since you are a
witness you will have to wait just outside, don't wander off we might
need you, so don't go anywhere. I went outside and stood in the
hallway. It was a large hallway white marble walls, cold and quiet.


A couple of people from the tribe were there, Raymond and Everett,
were there names, it involves them and the work I did for them...I
stood there with them, all dressed to kill with white starched shirts,
a blue tie for me and a suit, one that I like that fits comfortable
and so I stood there with them. We talked about fishing, and a little
about the snow of late. Them two from the tribe dressed just as I,
holding up those white marble walls....


The hallway began to fill little by little people of different shapes,
colors, from nations like Iran, China, Sweden, Thailand, Mexico and
alot more, just down the hall. I walked down there and saw a sign, a
paper on a door. It said, Citizenship ceremony at 1:00, assemble here.


We stood there and watched them as people kept coming slowly, with
children, grandmas, an Hassidic Jew with a feathered hat, an Indian
woman in a sarong, Iranian women wrapped head to toe. The went into
the room and spilled out into the hallway.


The court room where the case was going on was just off to the side, a
little ways from them. As time passed the lawyers inside the court
room took a break, one of Assitant U.S. Attorneys for the government
came over and stood with us three in the center of the hallway.


I had heard he was Native but not for sure so I sort of asked him
where he came from; he told me he was Seneca Cayuga and spoke to us of
his people. There we were, four Natives standing there, quietly
talking and looking down the hall at all those people just over there.


It was a naturalization ceremony, they are to be sworn in as American
citizens. We all looked at each other, and without saying a word
walked over to the door and joined the masses standing there...these
people from all over the world....wanting to be American.


I am not sure who said it, but one of us did. "Maybe we should join
them and get sworn in." We all started to laugh. The people there
looked at us, those four making noise...wondering what country we were
from... we looked at them closely and wondered how it would be...so
the break was over the case resumed....


I stood there for a minute and watched those waiting to become
American and they looked at me.....I thought about it and after being
told they did not need me to testify until tomorrow I wandered over
there into that room and stood there and watched them, 90 there were
all together....I found a place in the corner, and watched them as
they raised their hands and swore their allegiance to America.


It felt strange to stand there and listen to them, a Native American
out of place. Alot things came to mind, the history of misery,
genocide of my people, the sicknesses and loss of land by people like
this who sought a dream at the expense of others. But then on the
other hand, we make our own future, the past is done, and we have to
move on. I am proud to be native, an American, a child of my father
and mother.


I thought how it was to sit on a ridge way up high long ago, to watch
these immigrants move slowly onto our land, and see that they came and
came. I think with curiosity at first, then fear and then sorrow.


I never had to say anything like this, but at times feel like a
prisoner in my own land, it is a great country, but yet again, where
do I fit in all this.


I stood next to a man from India, he asked me, Where are you from? I
told him, I am born for Bitahni, the Folded Arms People, and that my
father is Tsinalbiiltnii, the Mountain People, that I come from
Dinetah, and some would say I was Navajo, a Native American...he
looked at me and smiled at me...he said are you here with someone...No
I said just taking a look around...he said you come from a great
country...and walked away...


I stood there and thought, I guess I am an American and after
listening to those folks talk about where they came from and the
difficulties to get to this time and place...it made me think I am
glad I am an American, and a Native....despite all that has happened I
prefer to live here, and with it share the privileges it has to offer.
I wanted to extend my hand to welcome them but it was not my place.


I listened to a welcome speech by a woman from the daughters of
American Revolution. she seemed out of place. I could see the
mountains outside and with it the images of my people long past who
stood there and watched others come into their land.


It seemed to me it would have been more appropriate to have a Native
American say, welcome not because we are any different but because we
share the same struggles and though we are here my people struggle
still with liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Come look at my
reservation, and see how we live and you will see that we are not all
free, not yet anyway...but I said nothing....then I left to find me a
burger and a Coke.

rustywire