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A Journey of Many  Lifetimes 
For the Hupa and Other Indians, Museum Honors Past and  Present  
By David Montgomery
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday,  September 21, 2004; Page A01  
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HOOPA, Calif. -- The white buckskin headrolls embroidered with red woodpecker 
 scalps were packed. So were the sashes spangled with iridescent mauve  
hummingbird crests. 
Luggage quandaries had been resolved: Costco nesting boxes and Tupperware  
bowls to keep woven hats from being crushed. Canvas duffels to preserve  
rolled-up maple bark skirts. 
Everything had to go carry-on. No one trusted the precious items to be  
checked.  
Now in the quiet of the morning before he was to fly to Washington for  
today's opening of the $219 million National Museum of the American Indian --  
before this morning's unprecedented Mall procession of some 20,000 Indians from  
Alaska to South America in full regalia -- a Hupa medicine man named Merv 
George  Sr. drove his Dodge truck to the top of Bald Hill to remember what the 
journey  was for. 
The museum will open at last after 15 years of planning in an honored  
position close to the Capitol. "Kind of fitting," mused George: "First peoples  
here, last place on the Mall." 
He looked over his ancient valley. The rising sun glinted off the Trinity  
River winding among the homes and schools of the reservation. Steep hills of fir 
 and pine rose on either side. He descended to the river, to a jagged 
outcropping  of rock. Here the tribe launches the Boat Dance during what it considers 
a  10-day world-renewal ceremony every other year.  
Tribal members still take comfort in the old spirits. The regalia they will  
wear in the procession today and that will be unveiled in the new museum are  
what they never stopped wearing at home in ceremonies said to restore balance 
to  the universe. The disastrous advent of the white man did not kill the 
spiritual  core of this culture. It is not just an exhibit -- it lives. 
But inhabitants of Indian Country from Cherokee to Pine Ridge to Hoopa Valley 
 aren't sure the rest of America understands -- so this is what the journey 
is  for. Not just to experience one of the largest collections of native 
artifacts  in the world or the six-day festival on the Mall this week.  
But also: "To show we still do this," George, 60, said, standing on the Boat  
Dance grounds, where participants are said to gather up all the prayers that  
were ever said and ever will be said. "We got modern things now. We got cars. 
 But our basic root -- this is still what we do. Our basic lives are still 
tied  to this." 
As native people throughout the Western Hemisphere prepared for the mental  
and physical journey to Washington -- capital of the land-grabbing empire, now  
attempting to write a new chapter -- Emmilee Risling, 15, checked her 
uniquely  Hoopa look in the dining room mirror. 
It was two days before departure. Her father, Gary, is the wildland fire  
chief on the Northern California reservation, but he commutes an hour from the  
family's home on the coast near Arcata. 
Emmilee's mother and great-aunt fussed with details while she tried on a  
white cape made of conical dentalium shells. It had been handed down for  
generations, while her dress of buckskin, clam shells, pine nuts and beargrass  was 
newly made by one of her aunts, a lawyer. She also wore a woodpecker sash  
dating back to the 1870s and a woven hat. 
"My culture is really important to me," said Emmilee, president of her  
sophomore class and vice president of the Native American Club. "That's the way  
I've been raised." 
Her tribe is one of the 24 that will have exhibits when the museum opens.  
These exhibits will rotate to other tribes every few years. The Hupa still feel  
humiliated by how they were treated in an old exhibit at the Smithsonian's  
National Museum of Natural History. The regalia were mismatched, songs were  
mislabeled, according to tribe members.  
About 2,300 people belong to the Hoopa Valley Tribe. Scientists, who trust in 
 carbon dating, say campfires have burned in the valley going back 10,000 
years.  The Hupa, who place their faith elsewhere, say their people have lived in 
this  remote place since the beginning of time. (The people are Hupa, the 
place is  Hoopa.) 
Emmilee had never been to Washington. "It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity  
to be with this many different Indian tribes," she said. 
But first she needed moccasins. The Hupa don't wear moccasins during their  
dances. Feet must touch the Earth directly. But tribe members had heard of the  
gravel paths on the Mall, and they worried about broken glass. 
Clad in a Bob Marley T-shirt, Emmilee set out moccasin-shopping with her  
mother. After enduring two stores and wincing at all the souvenir Indian  
footwear -- "Mom, I think I'd rather wear flip-flops!" -- Emmilee found  moccasins 
handmade by a tribe in Montana. 
After shopping, Emmilee visited her great-aunt's home in Eureka. The girl  
laid out her aunt's heirloom regalia on the living room rug. Aunt Viola Risling, 
 a petite eighty-something woman, sat on a couch with her Maltese dog. 
"We live like this," she said, gesturing around the modern American living  
room, "but we're trying to save our culture." 
She asked Emmilee to explain the dances and regalia to a visitor. 
The White Deerskin Dance renews and restores balance to the world. The Jump  
Dance wards off misfortune. The Brush Dance aids the sick. The Flower Dance  
marks a girl's passage into womanhood. Participants summon the dances down from 
 the k'ixinay, the spirits, who are always dancing. The Hupa take over the  
dances for 10 days at a time to beseech the k'ixinay (pronounced "ki-hinn-ae")  
to answer their prayers. As in any religion, Hupa believers run the gamut 
from  literal-minded fundamentalists to more liberal interpreters of the stories. 
 
"I hope Emmilee will continue doing it so it will go on," Aunt Viola  said. 
The regalia have mystical meanings, but they also evince the Hupa's location  
between Pacific coast culture and high timber country -- a marriage of shells 
 and nuts, woven river roots and upland grass and ferns. The tribe believes 
that  spirits inhere in such elements of the land, and incorporating them gives 
the  garments spiritual resonance. The woodpecker is revered as a fellow 
woodland  spirit with family values, mating for life. 
Aunt Viola's regalia are not for sale or loan to outsiders. 
"I've got to keep my own things for our dances," she said. "They can't go to  
the Smithsonian!" 
Part of this journey is mental. 
Between the generation of young people like Emmilee Risling and members of  
the older native generation like her great-aunt, there is a middle generation  
that came of age during an especially activist period for American Indians.  
Members of this generation are the link between a past of culture destruction  
and a present when a museum on the Mall could be contemplated. 
The Risling clan is emblematic. Aunt Viola's brother, David Risling Jr., is  
considered a father of Indian education who first imagined such a museum 30  
years ago. Emmilee was traveling to Washington with her aunt and uncle, Lois  
Risling, 55, and Steve Baldy, 54, who are also members of the tribe. 
The Rislings say the white man appeared only two lifetimes ago: Lois Risling  
was 10 when her great-grandmother, Nancy Sherman, died; she was more than 100 
 years old. Sherman, in turn, was a girl in the 1850s when white settlers 
entered  the valley. 
When she was in graduate school at Stanford University, Lois Risling came  
across an anthropological text about the Hupa. It contained a picture of her  
grandmother -- illustrating the skull measurements of her people. 
Lois joined in the Indian activism of the late 1960s. She was part of the  
nonviolent occupation of Alcatraz in 1969. "I don't think we thought of  
ourselves as radicals," she said. "I think we thought of ourselves as Indian  people 
doing what had to be done." 
Baldy, 54, took part in the occupation of a surplus military base near Davis, 
 Calif., in 1970. That led to the founding of D-Q University, an Indian  
institution still open today. Baldy was president for several years. 
Lois Risling, now director of Indian community development at Humboldt State  
University in Arcata, doesn't think a museum on the Mall can make everything  
right between Indians and America. Her worst fear is that the museum will be  
held up as an excuse not to take action on other problems in Indian Country. 
But  she sees it as an important turning point. 
"It's a statement and a recognition: We are," she said. "We were here  first, 
and we continue to be here. That's the concept of a living museum. This  is a 
recognition by the United States of America that Indian people are a part  of 
America." 
Postcards from the reservation: 
One evening at dusk, children were playing in the river. There was a rope  
swing -- suspended from the highway overpass. The kids dangled merrily, dropped  
with a splash, and did it again. 
There are trailer homes and beautiful wooden ranchers, a couple restaurants  
and gas stations, a supermarket, no traffic lights. The Lucky Bear Casino is 
one  room. Few gamblers find their way to Hoopa Valley -- a mixed blessing -- 
so the  Lucky Bear only breaks even. But it provides 20 to 30 jobs. 
Unemployment is  about 60 percent. 
The tribe was one of the first to take over all governing functions from the  
Bureau of Indian Affairs, in the early 1990s. Its budget is $65 million. 
Clifford Lyle Marshall, Hupa tribal chairman, sat in the spacious, modern  
tribal council chamber. He was not making the trip to Washington. He was  
troubled that so much Hupa regalia will remain under glass during the  Smithsonain's 
temporary exhibition. He believes regalia are for dancing, and he  worried 
that some visitors might think this is a museum to the past.  
Still, he applauded the effort. "I'm not boycotting anything," he said. "I've 
 got a budget to do. I feel I've got to take care of business." 
A short drive upriver leads to Hoopa Valley High School, where a Hupa  
language class was in session. The taped voice of a departed elder filled the  room, 
telling a story in the native tongue. The dozen students answered  questions 
in Hupa. 
"These guys represent who's going to fill my shoes," said the teacher,  
Melodie George, 37, daughter of Merv George Sr. and one of a handful of fluent  
speakers. "I don't want to be the last Hupa speaker." 
Her daughter, Kayla Rae Carpenter, 16, was in the class. Two years ago, the  
tribe held a Flower Dance for her, the coming-of-age ceremony. It was the 
first  Flower Dance in Hoopa Valley in a generation. Since then there have been  
several. 
Back downriver, at one of the nicer houses, Merv George Jr. opened a freezer  
in his garage and pulled out a stiff woodpecker. The bird's body was black, 
its  scalp velvety red. 
George, 31, is administrator of an intertribal fish and water commission. On  
his own time, he makes regalia. It took him five years to craft two Jump 
Dance  headrolls, each decorated with about 50 woodpecker scalps. He will wear one 
on  the Mall today, and his son, Merv George III, 7, will wear the other. His 
wife,  Wendy George, a tribal council member, made dresses for their three 
daughters to  wear today. 
George and his father and sister consulted with Smithsonian curators on the  
Hupa exhibit, to get it right this time. 
He held up his headroll. "This is my flag," he said, "who I am as a person  
first." 
Somewhere over America, the in-flight movie for the Rislings was "The Alamo," 
 with the scene in which Davy Crockett tells a bloody tale of killing Creek  
Indians. The characters use such words as "squaw" and "redskin," which the  
Rislings consider derogatory. 
A flight attendant announced the defeat of the Washington Redskins. 
After arriving in Washington, Baldy, Lois Risling and Emmilee Risling dropped 
 their regalia at the hotel and paid a night visit to the museum. Its doors 
were  locked for one more day, but they could see this monument from the 
outside for  the first time. 
The limestone curves were floodlit against the dark sky. The visitors took in 
 the scene, saying little. 
Lois Risling felt drawn to the plants and herbs growing in the native-style  
landscape. She and Baldy found ferns that grow in Hoopa Valley. Boulders 
called  grandfather rocks are scattered on the grounds. Risling patted them with a 
happy  sigh. Back home, during ceremonies, you draw strength from boulders. 
Risling senses her people won't be specimens this time. No more skull  
measurements of her great-grandmother. "If the inside is as impressive as what's  
out here, it's going to be a tremendous wonderful thing," she said.  
"There's something familiar about it -- and something new."  
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