A thought-provoking collection of searing prose from a Sioux woman that covers race, identity, assimilation, and perceptions of Native American culture. One of the first Native American women to publish traditional stories derived from oral Zitkala-Sa’s forthright criticism of the Indian boarding school experience. American Indian Stories has ratings and 49 reviews. Hadrian said: This short volume contains a collection of short stories, biographical sketches, an.
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We were facing the river, as we talked about the shrinking limits of the village. Not every item collected here is as strong as “Sioux,” but still, I found reading the book from cover to cover well worth my time.
This is great American writing that goes far beyond a recounting of legend. My father was whistling a tune between his teeth while polishing with his bare hand a red stone pipe he had recently carved. Yet I believed my prayers were not unheeded in heaven. Here the old woman began: There was nothing moving within that great circular horizon of the Dakota prairies save the tall grasses, over which the wind blew and rolled off in long, shadowy waves.
Moving to Boston put her in touch with an intellectual and artistic community that supported her career as a writer and liberated her from the assimilationist demands of her Carlisle teaching experience.
I dropped my play, and crept close to my aunt.
This is a good read for anyone. This friendly token was a rebuke to me for the hard feelings I had borne them. Scornfully he pointed a long forefinger in my direction and asked, “What loyal son is he who, returning to his father’s people, wears a foreigner’s dress?
She didn’t understand how her mother could undian so negative towards these people.
Zitkala-sa, American Indian Stories,
As we drew near the tepee, I heard the chanting of a medicine-man within it. Even as she was telling this I spied a small glimmering light in the bluffs. In this story, Zitkala-Sa shares with the readers how, “I loved best the evening meal, for that was the time old legends were told. I am looking forward to reading other books from this amazing woman, who seems to have been ahead of her times. With half-closed eyes I watch the huge cloud shadows in their noiseless play upon the high bluffs opposite me, while into my ear ripple the sweet, soft cadences of the river’s song.
Zitkala-Sa’s early childhood appears to have offered her two modes of learning that she was to lose on entering the white school system — learning through experience and through imitating her mother and other older women of the tribe.
Together, these recollections comprise about half of the book, and although they lack details and are a little choppy, they offer a great deal of insight into the indlan school system, which is justly criticized for stripping indigenous children away from the reservations without offering them any other home.
She was a key figure in the Native Americans becoming citizens of the United States. Indjan he took great strides, placing one brown bare foot directly in front of the other, he swung his long lean amerixan to and fro. After he turned to go, I listened to his step until it grew faint and was lost in the distance. In the same year the Indian Rights Association assigned Zitkala-Sa to investigate alleged abuses of some Oklahoma tribes by the federal government.
These schools worked to separate students from traditional influences and to inculcate European-American cultural standards. Sometimes they took their forefingers out of their mouths and pointed at my moccasined feet.
It’s about her striving forward and going on to college and having her own life. Among the folds of the bedclothes I saw the open pages of the white man’s Bible. My only safety seemed to be in keeping next to the wall.
American Indian Stories, Legends, and Other Writings
In commemoration of having been so well received, Newport erected “a cross as a sign of English dominion. Learn to provide much buffalo meat and many buckskins before you bring home a wife. Returning our borrowed belts and trinkets, zitkala-sw rambled homeward.
Overall, it is a good read for anyone interested in Native American history or lore. With a light straw hat in one hand, storied the right hand extended for greeting, he smiled kindly upon me. Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read.
I had written for her approval, but in her reply I found no encouragement. I saw that the turnips were in a pulp, and that further beating could not improve them; but the order was, “Mash these turnips,” and mash them I would! Learn More in these related Britannica articles: Stries when my grandmother had been saying things which pleased him, my father used to comment upon them.
Women and girls entered the room. I wished my heart’s burdens would turn me to unfeeling stone. Just here a paleface woman came up to my table. I crept up the stairs as quietly as I could in my squeaking shoes, — my moccasins had been exchanged for shoes.
She has a beautiful style and her love of storytelling is very evident. Mar 27, Jenny Yates rated it liked it.
While I turned the leaves of my Bible with nervous fingers, the medicine-man came forth from the dwelling and walked hurriedly away.