In looking at this picture, you might not even think that there is much diversity in this group. They are all wearing beyond comfortable jeans and footwear. They are sporting the same t-shirt with various pullovers for comfort. They are sporting sunglasses and hats for shade…except for the kids who haven’t learned the virtues of protecting skin and eyes yet. They have all come together to support a common cause and to play a common game. (Well, common game in an uncommon location; tundra golf…not for the faint of heart.) You wouldn’t think that so many different cultures could be represented in such a small group, but without going into their personal backgrounds, I will just tell you that they represent everything.
On this day of reflection I like to think that America was brilliant at being a model for diversity and inclusiveness. How that changed mimics the changes we see on a local level. Learning about different cultures, with the result of respecting them, opens the door for open minds. Take a lesson from indigenous cultures who for millennia were inclusive of all people no matter their beliefs, skin tone, or gender identification and/or definition. Although I now believe that our ability to pass on values of diversity acceptance has become more difficult, I still believe that our ability to truly appreciate and celebrate diverse cultures stems from the generosity of those who choose to share their values and their dreams with the group as a whole.
We are privileged to live in an extremely diverse town. If you can think of a nationality, we most likely are fortunate to have one or two or a small community living here. We just all live and work together. Our community is a blue town living in a red state. We believe in equality and justice for all.
In our disbelief, the results of the recent election finally crept up on us. I kept thinking that something would happen between November and January to save us all from the fact that life as we have known it was going to go through some dark and drastic changes. So I was ready to support my fellow women who were marching on Washington in peaceful protest.
We all marched for many different reasons. Because we can. My 87 year old mother marched to remind US citizens not to step on people’s civil liberties like happened to the Unangan/Unangas people during World War II. She was 12 years old when her civil liberties were taken from her by the US government.
Ours was not as formal as some of the larger city marches. We didn’t have speakers. We did have signs. Great signs. One said Ataqan Akun. We are one. One of them said March 4 love. One said March against Hate. Another said equality and justice. One said feminist AF, carried by a man. One said Tuman tanax^ agliisaax*txin. Take care of the land. Another said Tuman alag^ux^ agliisaax^txin. Take care of the sea/ocean. And one said Ig^ayuux^txin, ang^im atxag^ingin agachan madada. Do the things you know are right.
And this is not right. Unfortunately, things are being taken away from us all, but some are suffering sooner than the rest of us. We, the marchers, just knew it would happen before others realized the impact. We all need to practice the values handed down by the indigenous people of this great land Our people. Our values….the right way to live as human beings.
A post by a fellow blogger gave me pause to think deeply recently. My thoughts were too full and lengthy to be deemed a simple comment, so I decided a brief post was in order. Pete has a WordPress site called Pete’s Alaska. Here is a link to the blog that gave me thought. http://kl1hbalaska.wordpress.com/2013/01/27/what-is-truth/. I want to assure you that this is not an argumentative response, just some thoughts that could possibly explain how and why I look at the contemporary world from my old world eyes. I just thought it was fair to give Pete credit for making me think.
When Pete starts out by writing about listening to a radio talk show and wondering, along with the radio participants, just where each participant was getting his/her information, I can really nod my head in agreement. I recently said something to the effect of “Ethics in journalism. Is there such a thing anymore? I get a feeling that reporters and journalists have developed a journalistic style of unsubstantiated opinion. And that bugs me.” In this world of social media, fast breaking news, and our inability to wait for the facts, I truly believe you have got to have a whole lot of common sense to wade through all the crap that is thrown out there to be able to find the truth in each situation. That’s when having a great background in ethics and values becomes extremely advantageous and you thank your lucky stars for having parents who were full of common sense.
In looking for the truth, Pete is concerned about how youngsters will sift through all of the untruths that people perceive are in textbooks. Well, we’ve all had to contend with printed sources that call into question whether or not they are presenting the real facts. We were all taught that Columbus ‘discovered’ America and was a wonderful father figure in American history. Come to find out that many other people were here before Columbus, including, and not limited to, indigenous tribes and Vikings. We also have learned that Columbus was a wretch of a human being, seizing land, enslaving man, and selling females. But we all came out of it okay, and I can imagine that our children and our children’s children will blunder through as well.
I once met a man who came to the Aleutians to meet the people who had suffered a severing of their human rights during World War II by the United States government. His name was Dean Kohlhoff, Professor of History at Valparaiso University. Having gone through the entire educational offerings of the United States school system, he was shocked to learn about the evacuation of the Unangan people from the Aleutian and Pribilof Islands during WWII. As a professor of history, he knew the story needed to be added to history books. He documented the tragic story by utilizing all of the governmental paperwork so that it was a true rendition of the story, and being a true rendition of actual history, could be placed in history books. The book, entitled When the Wind was a River – The Aleut Evacuation in World War II, is a wonderful piece of documentation, but I am not sure how many history books it has changed. I guess we are at the mercy of designers and publishers and just need to have a philosophy of lifelong learning so that we are always on the lookout for fresh information.
Pete goes on to write about finding the truth, and how sifting through facts has led him to believe that the finding of truth is all a matter of what and who you put your trust in. He tells us that the ultimate truth about our country is found in the Constitution of the United States. And the ultimate truth about religion is found in the bible. And all you need to do is read them to answer your questions. Which all would be well and good for all of those questions about country if this was still 1787 and nothing had changed. If the right to bear arms still meant what it meant in 1791, I don’t think we would be having quite the contentious discussions about gun control that are happening all around the country. I think that as well as reading the bible, we should all remember that this is a book that was written, much like our history books are written, where someone had the power of choosing what would be inside those covers. I think what we need to remember when we read the bible is that this country was built with an idea that there should be freedom of religion…religion, not Methodist religion, or Catholic religion, or Orthodox religion, or Muslim religion. Just religion. Or no religion, if that is your freedom. I think that along with our bibles, our guns, and our flags, we need to have a big dose of tolerance in our pocket full of tricks.
I have often been accused of having a Pollyanna sort of vision of the world. This accusation may be true and I must say that it is truly an environmental issue. It is a direct result of the environment I was raised in. Not many history books will tell you this, but the Unangan people, or the indigenous Peoples of the Aleutian Islands, are the one race of people with a longer continuous existence as an identifiable people in one place than any other people in the world. We didn’t get that distinction without a near genocide of the Unangan population during the Russian invasion. We suffered mightily during the assimilation efforts during the Americanization of the Aleutians. And we were brought to our knees during the inhuman forced evacuation of our lands during World War II. We got the distinction because we chose to adapt instead of disappearing. We chose to compromise instead of giving up and leaving.
If there is one thing of which I am certain, it is that nothing is set in stone. Things were meant to change. People were meant to learn from their parents mistakes, from their parents actions, and from their own actions. Documents were meant to be ammended and to grow, to be reinterpreted, and to become more clear. People were meant to learn tolerance, compassion, and to be their brother’s keepers. I think in this fast changing world that we live in, we all have to be willing to compromise. We all need to be able to adapt to new ideas. In this fast paced, global society, we all need to broaden our horizons and really begin to think globally. And (this coming from a completely anomalous matriarchal society in Unalaska) maybe we need to focus our communities on health and peace. And, after all, perhaps the Dalai Lama is correct when he says that the Western woman will save the world.