The Hogan

The View From The Hogan #15 Little month of ripening crops (August 2000) Notes from Big Mountain Ya'a'tee I know its late in september, but here is the news from august. So, the persecution of Kee Shay continues. Some background....... Kee Shay is an elderly Dineh man. He and his family have spent their lives raising a small flock of sheep, tending a small cornfield, hauling water and firewood and maintaining ceremony. In short he is a traditional man. He does not speak english, and like most of the elders here, does not read or write in any language. Some years ago the Feds decided to put a fence across the land. Everything on one side ...

View From The Hogan #14 Planting month (June 2000) Notes from Big Mountain Ya'a'tee Something a little different this time round. I'm off on vacation and I thought I'd take you along with me. Every day I walk across the land, so for my vacation I thought I would........ walk across the land. (the 65 cents in my pocket means a cruise to Hawaii will have to wait.) My plan is to walk from the hogan to Flagstaff, a distance of approximately 100 miles as the crow flies (though why any self-respecting crow would want to fly to Flagstaff is beyond me). Being on foot my route should be a little longer. There are a couple of reasons I risk boring...

View From The Hogan #13 Plants are growing month (May2000) Notes from Big Mountain Ya'a'tee Once again, things have been real busy here, and I've had a hard time getting this out, so please excuse if some of the "news" is a little out of date. It was gratifying to hear of the demonstrations and public outreach on behalf of the people here that took place in Eugene and Portland Oregon on March 31st to commemorate the 3rd anniversary of McPains "Final Solution", (the Accomodation Agreement). I am sure I speak for all the resistors here when I extend my thanks to all those who organized and took part in these events. In many ways it is easy...

View From The Hogan #12 Plants begin to grow (April 2000) Notes from Big Mountain I have an alarm clock. Its called the Peabody Mine Plane. Most days it flies by a little before sunrise, so if I am still in bed when I hear it I know I'm running late. Its not a little 2-seater, but large enough to have cargo doors in the rear. A couple of years ago it took to "buzzing" the Altar way below the legal altitude. Twice it was so low it caused the flock to scatter to the four directions. Maybe the pilot had recently watched Top Gun, or maybe the bosses told him how much fun it is to frighten old ladies. So, why does Peabody need a plane? Well, ...

The View From The Hogan #11 "The sound little eagles make" month ( March 2000) Notes from Big Mountain Ya'a'tee Things are starting to quieten down round here now, so I have had the chance to read the local papers from the past month or so, and am somewhat disturbed by some of the propoganda being churned out by the Hopi Tribal Council. Most of it is simply transparent, but there are two related themes that I find disturbing. The first is that the HTC are speaking for the Hopi people. Now I don't know any government that speaks for the people they purport to represent, and the history of the Hopi people this century makes it quite clear ...

The View From The Hogan #10 Month of frying snow (Jamuary) 2000 Notes from Big Mountain (being an eye witness account of the on-going hidden war against Native people) Ya'a'tee Judging by the amount of visitors we are getting here recently, its my guess that a lot of you are focussing on the Altar right now, so I wanted to get something out quickly, so please excuse me if this issue is a bit scattered. Communications from the Altar has never been easy. Its a very large area, with the people scattered all over,... just a couple of cell phones here, so many times something is happening and those who live in a different area don't hear abou...

The View From The Hogan #9 Month of frying snow (Jamuary) 2000 Notes from Big Mountain (being an eye witness account of the on-going hidden war against Native people) Ya'a'tee First off, I apologize for the length of time since I last wrote, I had a dose of pneumonia, things have been real busy, and quite frankly I choose not to spend too much time staring at a computer screeen. So Thanksgiving came and went, and a good time was had by all. All the families received food and supplies and hay. It was particularly enjoyable seeing convoys of pick-ups loaded with hay zipping around the land. The Thanksgiving caravans provide more than just ...

The View from the Hogan #8 Skinny Winds Month (November 1999) Notes from Big Mountain Ya'a'tee For new readers of View From The Hogan I offer a glossary of words used whose meaning may not be discernable from a dictionary. Altar The land where these words are written and about which these words are written. The land "formerly known as HPL" Babble-On "Out there", the dominant culture. The people here on the land belong to an oral culture, and one aspect of an oral culture is that the power of words is honored. Not much is said, but when it is it is important that it be the truth. In Babble-On there is a lot of "noise", as if validation fo...

The View from the Hogan 7 107 Days till the final solution Notes from Big Mountain (for the discerning reader) Ya'a'tee First off, a point of terminology. I have been instructed to avoid using the word"HPL" in my writing. The words HPL, JUA, Navajo Reservation, etc etc are deeply painful and offensive. These words refer to lines drawn on maps and in the minds of those in Washington ( and their followers). They are not real, they divide that which is whole. I will refer to the land where these words are being written as The Altar. The reasoning is this: Within the four sacred mountains that encompass Navajo land, is the hogan for the Dine...

View From The Hogan 6 September 1999 136 days till the final solution Notes from Big Mountain Ya'a'tee It seems I am suffering from a bout of verbal diarreah this month, and View From The Hogan is a little longer than usual. Might I respectfully suggest (if you don't already do it) that you print it out and read it later, away from this infernal screen? As well as the "raid" on Paulines cornfield, we hear that my Grandma, Rena, is being threatened and intimidated. We hear also that the cows of one non-signing family have been snatched. Summer recess is over, Warmakers minions are back in the saddle with the daily grind of low-intensity w...