![]() ![]() Each member is shucking corn, snapping beans, and sweating over the stove. My grandfather’s garden is in full glory: corn tall and proud with its tasseled headdress, seed pods shaking like ceremonial gourd rattles, and potatoes hiding in secret underground sweat lodges. POST-APOCALYPTIC PRO TIP: Ditch the Native American costume.Īfter our “Old World” tour, we travel through the wastelands to the reservation. Take that, appropriated Halloween costumes! Many people believe all Natives are dead. Ask a Native about their plans for the end of the world and we will tell you that the apocalypse has already occurred. ![]() Jamestown is where the colonial bomb went off: a nuclear explosion with cancerous results. “A great danger would arise from the Chesapeake Bay and destroy the Powhatan Confederacy,” warned a Powhatan priest’s doomsday prophecy. My Father, a white American, my mother, a copper-toned Mattaponi, and I, an expression of the two, stood quietly reading a plaque at the Jamestown Museum. Prophesies feel like fiction until you are on the other side of them. ![]()
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