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“We were living a good life,” said Albert Redstarr Andrews in a
meditation concluding the second Plateau Conference, “and we were
disturbed.” What might be taken as gracious understatement also
resonated with profound loss.
In spite of a generally liberal sensibility and Native
great-grandmother, I confess there have been times upon hearing
Native Americans speak of the injustices of manifest destiny and
conquest, I’ve wondered when they will finally accept, no matter
the past injustice, that this is simply the way things are. Having
attended the conference in October, however, I find I am still
capable of learning.
The focus of this year’s conference was the Palúus people, who
had inhabited the Palouse region, wintering along the Snake River.
The Palúus never signed a treaty and were thus known as the
“renegade tribe,” which is the title of the history of the Palúus
people by former Washington State University historian Clifford
Trafzer and Richard Scheuerman. Scheuerman earned his master’s
degree in history from WSU and has written many books about
regional history. Both men participated in the conference.
Soy Redthunder, from the Colville Reservation, Chief Joseph
Clan, opened the conference by having the members of long houses
present join him in a song. The song, like others throughout the
conference, was in a minor key, prayerful, and mesmerizing. Ron
Pond and Palouse Falls Drum followed with an honor song.
Because they never signed a treaty, the Palúus were never
assigned reservation land and were largely dispersed. Many of the
Colville Federated Tribes have Palúus ancestry, as do other Plateau
peoples.
Carrie Schuster, a Palúus elder who now lives in Yakima, lived
on her family allotment on the Snake until they were finally driven
off in the 1950s. “We still talk about coming home,” she said.
In fact many of the Palúus were returned home recently, through
a process euphemistically termed “repatriation.” Last spring,
Palúus remains that had been stored in museums, including those at
the University of Idaho and WSU, were reburied, on a bluff above
the Snake. It was a momentous, if partial, step toward
rectification.
“We need to get our people back in the ground where they
belong,” said a participant in a conference workshop titled, “The
Palúus Rest Again.”
“They shouldn’t be sitting on shelves,” she said.
Later, Barbara Aston, interim director of the Plateau Center and
coordinator of the conference (and a member of the Wyandotte and
Seneca tribes), told of reburying some of her relatives and how
“time fell away.”
Not only did I get a basic lesson in Plateau culture, but also a
good solid glimpse of an entirely different sense of time and
place. Or rather, a different sort of memory. One that compresses
time and melds it inextricably with place and kin. It is a memory
that cannot forget, for it is cultural identity.
This sense of reclaiming time and history permeated the
conference, with sessions on native language, Chief Kamiakin, and
native people becoming scholars of their own history blending with
drumming and singing in sorrow and determination.
Earlier, Soy Redthunder had noted that October 5 was the
anniversary of Chief Joseph’s surrender in 1877.
“For our people,” he said, “it was just like it was
yesterday.”
—Tim Steury
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