November 04, 2019

Go Back to Where You Came From

 "No Deportations on Stolen Land," Albuquerque Indigenous Peoples Day, 2018. Photo: Nick Estes.

“No Deportations on Stolen Land,” Albuquerque Indigenous Peoples Day, 2018. Photo: Nick Estes.

“Go back to where you came from!” a white woman screamed at us at the Los Angeles International Airport. We laughed at the absurdity of the notion. The biting humor of the late Haudenosaunee and Cree comedian Charlie Hill quickly came to mind: “A redneck told me to go back to where I came from, so I put up a tipi in his backyard!”

That sunny day in early 2017, we marched behind Tongva drummers, the original people of what is currently Los Angeles. We held placards that read “No Ban On Stolen Land!” protesting Donald Trump’s executive order barring travel to the United States from seven Muslim-majority countries in Africa and the Middle East. This defiance is the living legacy of centuries of Indigenous resistance: the active refusal to cede moral authority over who belongs and who doesn’t to a settler nation.

But America has only room for winners and losers, we’re told. By that standard, Indians are the constant losers of history. And, for that matter, so too is anyone who doesn’t immediately buy what America is selling. The narrative we’re sold is that Indigenous resistance is a string of failures. That same year, Water Protectors “lost” at Standing Rock because the Dakota Access Pipeline was built. Later, the Wetʼsuwetʼen “lost” because Unist’ot’en Camp had been raided by police and the land occupied by Coastal Gas Link pipeline workers. More recently, the kia’i “lost” at Mauna Kea because the mainstream media was obsessed with “science versus culture” — not Indigenous land rights — and the Kanaka Maoli needed to relinquish “superstition” and accept “progress” as “inevitable” by having a $3.4 billion telescope built next to twenty-two other telescopes on their sacred mountain.

While Indigenous people are told to “quit living in the past,” settlers are urged to “Make America Great Again” by invoking the country’s mythic halcyon days. That’s the story America likes to tell itself: the story of winning the future of this land by winning its past. The truth is quite the opposite: America fears the past.

Reduced to its basic components, the history of colonization boils down to three things: gold, God, and glory. Natives had all the gold. Settlers brought God. Now the Natives have God and the settlers have all the gold, the story goes. But glory is the most precarious elements of this formula. Is there honor in invasion, slavery, genocide, and theft? The answer to that question changes throughout time. But we don’t have to journey too far into history to see that the response, by Indigenous standards, is clearly no. If anything, paradoxically, glory belongs to history’s losers.

“No Ban On Stolen Land,” LAX International Airport, 2017. Photo: Nick Estes.

In 1971, Richard Nixon ordered the police to evict Indians of All Tribes from Alcatraz Island, after nineteen months of steady Indigenous encampment in the former federal prison. The protest, however, is not remembered for its failure to achieve its stated goals of reclaiming the Ohlone land for all Indigenous peoples and creating an “all-Indian university.” Instead, it is remembered for the movement that sparked an era of Red Power militancy. And Alcatraz resonated beyond the confines of just the Indigenous movement.

In 1969, a young Black revolutionary who later took the name Assata Shakur visited the island, offering her services as a medic. She marveled at the “the quiet confidence” of the Indigenous activists who had founded a new community, one based on their cultural and spiritual traditions, in and around what was once a notorious penitentiary. Shakur had discovered some of the current Native occupiers were once former Alcatraz prisoners.

The prison island was also the site where four Modoc were hanged, and where Pauite and Apache prisoners of war and other Western Indigenous nations were imprisoned in the late nineteenth century for resisting invasion by the United States. In 1894, the military imprisoned nineteen Hopi men at Alcatraz as punishment for refusing to send their children to government- and church-run boarding schools. The Indigenous prisoners of Alcatraz had faced similar conditions that Red Power activists had faced: a harsh landscape purposefully isolated from the rest of the world, uninhabitable, abandoned, and in disrepair, much like the Indian reservations from which they had come.

“They [Indians] damn sure had the same enemy,” Shakur recalled, seeing similarities in Black and Indigenous experiences. She told her new comrades that if they ever visited New York to look her up in Harlem. “Sure. When are you going to liberate it?” they asked her.

Alcatraz catalyzed an Indigenous movement that kicked off occupations of federal lands and buildings across the continent, the height of which occurred during the seventy-one-day siege at Wounded Knee, where Indigenous activists took over the small town in the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, demanded the ouster of a corrupt tribal administration, and declared independence from the United States. While a captivated public only saw the spectacle of militant Native men in braids and shades brandishing firearms, James Baldwin saw something else.

“What Americans mean by ‘history’ is something they can forget,” he said, reflecting on this period of Indigenous uprisings. “They don’t know they have to pay for their history, because the Indians have paid for it every inch and every hour. That’s why they’re at Wounded Knee; that’s why they took Alcatraz.”

Perhaps because they have paid such a heavy price for history, Natives have capacious notions of freedom and belonging. At Alcatraz and at Standing Rock, Indigenous peoples turned those seen as different into familiars, into allies. They made relations. This is the quiet strength, the victory of Indigenous movements over time, the power of love and humanity that doesn’t make headlines.

At the LAX airport protest in 2017, the Tongva drummers surrounded a Muslim family, singing them an honor song. The singers welcomed them to their homelands. Tears streamed down a young girl’s face. She wore a hijab. Moments earlier she appeared frightened. Now at peace. This is what it means to go back to where you came from. Nothing about the complex human condition of shared grief, love, and solidarity is alien to that place of freedom. Call it home.

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