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Theft

When they stole our language
we sew our mouths shut in defiance,
the new words scarring our silenced lips.

Many moons later
we built a boat of salvaged syllables,
the old tongue
a raised skeleton facing the wind.

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The Indigene in Gaelic Writing: Some short thoughts on Aonghas MacNeacail’s America and Japan poems

Ever since MacRàth penned the line ‘tha sinne nar n-Inseannaich, cinnteach gu leòir’- we’re like Native Americans now, sure enough – in Dèan Cadalan Samhach, a song where a Gaelic family who has been forcibly removed to the States compare its fate to that of the displaced Native Americans in their new homeland, there has been a strong tendency among Scottish Gaelic writers to align themselves with indigenous cultures from around the world. In fact, far more than adding to a Scots voice arguing for independence from an English coloniser, many contemporary Gaelic writers subvert the idea of themselves as members of a homogenous Scottish nation and instead use a reversal of the archipelagic qualities of the Gàidhealtachd to depict mainland, majority Scotland as equally remote and undesirable as England in the eyes of a Gaelic world centre, which instead connects itself to a global indigenous world.

This is particularly obvious in the poetry of Aonghas MacNeacail; in a poetry suite on countries published in 2007, his poetic depiction of Scotland invokes a modern version of Dàl-Riata, an ancient Gaelic kingdom, far removed from an Anglo-Scotland and his invocations of both Japan and America look away from mainstream Japanese and American culture and instead focuses on meetings with the Ainu and the Lakota, where his poetry, much like the family in MacRàth’s famous song, gives a voice to the subaltern. This is further emphasised by the use of lower-case letters throughout his poetry; by avoiding capital letters, he skews the rigid borders of the mainstream in order to attack it from within.

Both of these things can be seen in e.g. the following poem, which deals with the mistreatment of the Lakota’s holy mountains Pahá Sapá (Black Hills). And while Aonghas own translation of the poem avoids giving a voice to the ambiguity of some of his Gaelic – ma ghearras can be understood as ‘if you penetrate’ and sgàinidh also translates as ‘to rape’, giving the poem an even darker undertone – it still manages to convey a sense of the subaltern solidarity with the Lakota, amplified by the first person narrative, which is found in the Gaelic. 

monaidhean dubha dhacota

ma ghearras tu seiche nan cnoc seo
na do shannt airson òr
sgàinidh tu m’anam 

the black hills of dakota

if you cut the skin of these hills
in your greed for gold
you’ll pierce my soul 

Some of his other America poems, however, sit uncomfortably on the edge between buckskin and actual solidarity. In coup, to name one example, he describes a Lakota tradition most likely learnt from Hollywood rather from any real discussions with contemporary, living Lakota, but in ùrnaigh, the adoration for the land draws far more upon a shared appreciation of the same found among Gaels and Lakota alike, than any colonial settler narrative gleaned from TV. Thus, even though the plains are invoked as the main example of American indigeneity, and the contrast of tradition and modernity which characterises his Scotland poems are gone most of the time, I would still argue that most of his America poetry still steps away from the common romanticism of European settler poetry. 

ò: ùrnaigh

chuir mi sàighead dhan speur,
cha do mharbh i
iolaire no dia

from: prayer

i put the arrow in the air
it killed neither
eagle nor god 

However, it is perhaps his poem about the Ainu that truly shows a genuine connection between Gaels and a pan-indigenous community in contemporary Gaelic writing. Focusing on the devastating loss of language experienced by Gaels and Ainu alike, there is nothing romanticising about his depiction of Japan’s aboriginal people. Perhaps it is the fact that Aonghas is using an endangered language to write about another community’s language loss that makes these poems seem more genuine than his America ones? Where the former in a way rely on a narrative which forces the writer to in one way or another address the noble savage trope, his poetic representation of Japan derives its strength from a deep sense of shared experiences of language and culture loss and nothing else.

ò: ainu

gach nì a bha naomh na chleas
dhan luchd-turais,
a chànan na fuidheall
a’ priobadh mar dhuilleag gun shùgh
air oiteagan foghar,
ach aona ghas feòir
cho gorm ri dòchas

from: ainu

all that was sacred now sport
for the tourists,
the language like scraps
of glimmering sapless leaves
on autumn gusts,
one blade of grass 
stays green as hope 

‘Authentically Saami’: Lisa Vipola’s Art in Context

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Lisa Vipola, wearing her faux gákti. Photo © Anna Sunna/SR Sameradion

In my studies, I focus in particular on the artistic and literary performance of Indigeneity. In short, I tend to describe the work leading up to what I hope will one day translate into a PhD as a study into how members of minority and indigenous communities use language, history and contemporary experiences of duality, social exclusion and internal as well as external discrimination in their textual and artistic works, as a way to transcend and challenge a neo-colonial understanding of what constitutes an ‘authentic’ indigenous and/or minority identity today. I try to make it a point in studying literature and art that I see as a manifestation of a non-essentialised right to self-definition, void of Western influences, so last week’s news of an exhibition called ‘Äkta Sameslöjd’ (Authentic Saami Handicraft), had me looking into an art project that in many ways romanticised my own heritage and turned my Saami identity into something that others could turn into a cheap gimmick and appropriate, thereby completely side-stepping the very real discrimination people who openly identify as Saami often face. But not only that, to me Vipola’s exhibition and the opening of the same trivialised the fact that so many Saami from my area, i.e. Westrobothnia, are facing a constant battle of trying to reclaim their Saaminess, denied them for decades by the State and several different laws pertaining to the interpretation of Saaminess.

So, what does make someone Saami? The Swedish law regulating Saaminess, i.e. the one concerning one’s right to vote in the Saami parliament, states that in order to be Saami, one has to self-identify as a Saami. Judging from this, could a person with no Saami heritage wake up one day, and choose to become Saami because of a perceived alliance to another people resident in the area of one’s birth? Lisa Vipola, a Swedish artist born and bred in Jukkasjärvi without any Saami heritage, but with a vivid memory of having being child-minded by a Saami day care nurse seems to be asking this question with her new exhibition at Galleri Syster in Luleå, Sweden. However, being able to claim Saaminess as a cute accessory that brings an outfit together, as seems to be the case here, would only be possible if one ignored the other legal criteria surrounding Saaminess pertaining to language and family links.

At this point and time, Vipola has neither. Her family is not Saami and she does not speak any Saami language. However, not speaking the language does not necessarily make anyone less Saami as statistics show that of those on the Saami parliament electoral roll, 55% do not speak any of the Saami languages traditionally spoken in Swedish Sápmi. What is more, Vipola allegedly spoke North Saami as a child, thanks to her Saami day-care nurse, so in theory, she fulfils two out of three criteria, i.e. that of self-definition and a linguistic background. Only, Vipola’s linguistic background is no more authentic than that of a private school student being taught through the medium of French, so the question remains – does it really count?

In this post, I wish to discuss two questions. The first one focuses on the actual work of art itself, and challenges the notion of art as something beyond and above criticism. Moreover, this section of the text seeks to address the copyright infringement and commodification of Saami art as something that can and should be changed outsiders such as Vipola, by looking at the way in which her art cheapens the value of the Sámi Duodji mark. The second and by far more serious issue being addressed in this text is the actual artistic framework and Othering discourse used by Vipola, which conflates queer identities with a marginalised Indigeneity, through her statement at the opening night of her exhibition that she was, and I quote, ‘coming out as a Saami woman’.

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Examples of Vipola’s work, adorned with her fake copy of the Sámi Duodji mark. Photo © Eleonor Norgren

Addressing the first issues then, let us have a closer look at what Vipola’s exhibition is all about. Using an almost identical copy of a copyright protected Saami handicraft hall mark known as the ‘Sámi Duodji mark’ which the artist attaches to all her work to make them seem authentically Saami, Vipola has created a series of art pieces that closely mimic Saami handicraft, but that are made of materials that are not considered traditional and thus would never be approved as authentic by the actual governing body behind the Sámi Duodji mark. This is in itself highly problematic, not because the art in and of itself is offensive, but because it cheapens the value of the Sámi Duodji mark which has served to protect the integrity and authenticity of Saami products since it was first created. This has to be challenged and put into question as especially in Sweden, the Sámi Duodji mark has managed to become a hallmark of quality, which very few Saami artists have the honour to use. What is more, when dealing with something as communal as the design and patterns behind Saami handicraft which due to its communality cannot be copyrighted as such it is highly problematic to see an artist who does not identify as Saami – or rather, to quote her interviews, ‘I am not Saami but I have become a Saami’ – use and actively misrepresent this mark of quality. Whether Vipola intends to sell her work or not, using the Sámi Duodji mark devalues the work of actual Saami artists who in the end might experience a negative impact on their trade as an effect of this.

Here, I personally wish that Sameslöjdsstiftelsen would choose to sue Vipola for copyright infringement. Mari-Ann Nutti, director at Sameslöjdsstiftelsen has described Vipola’s art as disrespectful and as an effect of her exhibition, the question of the Sámi Duodji mark’s status and how it could be protected further will be debated in the Sámiráđđi. Gunvor Guttorm, professor of duodji, states that to do what Vipola has done equals theft, and I fear that if Sameslöjdstiftelsen fails to take legal action, their failure to do so would cheapen the hallmark and make it worthless for future generations, and all too cater to a settler’s romanticised dreams of becoming the Other. To quote Inga Hermansen Haetta, director of the Norwegian Duodji Institute, ‘Duodji should not be turned into a mockery and especially not by someone with no Saami heritage or actual knowledge of duodji as such, and instead only mimic the works of others’’.

But worth remembering here is that the main part of this critique of Vipola’s work in many ways has nothing to do with the art pieces themselves; objectively speaking they’re more or less skilfully produced, they look Saami to the untrained eye and if not framed with a description which sees them as tools to further the exotification of Saami people, they cannot be attacked from a handcrafter’s point of view. What is more, the question of what really counts as traditional or not needs to be addressed, as we’re constantly pushing boundaries as Saami artists, so this part of the exhibition would have been particularly exciting, had Vipola only been an actual Saami artist and not someone who wants to pretend to be a member of a marginalised group. In this sense, rather than having created an exhibition worth visiting, Vipola has appropriated an already marginalised handicraft tradition, and used it to further her own delusion of being Saami.

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Copyright infringement issues aside, what is far more important to address here, however, is not the ins and outs of Vipola’s art pieces, but the opening night of her exhibition and her choice to ‘come out as a Saami’. In short, her choice to do so publically forms a part of a well-documented colonial phenomenon known as settler nativism, where a member of the majority in an attempt to combat their own internalised feelings of guilt for not being a member of the people one’s ancestors oppressed chooses to masquerade as the Other. Settler nativism is a peculiar form of white guilt in that it doesn’t seek to arbitrarily save the Other, but rather seeks to eradicate the Other from existence by pretending to be one of them and then colonise all channels of communication the Other otherwise would have had to express themselves. By pretending to be a Saami, Vipola tries to write herself free from taking any responsibility for the institutionalised racism towards the Saami in Sweden that all Swedes share collectively. In many ways, Vipola’s claim to Saaminess through the medium of a modernised falsification of Saami handicraft is a way to emphasise her own perceived identity. By making what she claims is authentic Saami handicraft, she assumes that members of the Saami community will automatically accept her as one of them. Her art becomes a false, homemade passport that Vipola is trusting will assure her a place in our community, without having to actually give up any of her settler privileges.

Fanon writes of the colonial attempt to metaphorically speaking eat and digest minority identities, that ‘what is often called the [minority] soul is a white man’s artefact’. In the same way Vipola’s colonial attempt to become Saami is founded on a white, false misunderstanding of Saaminess not as something real, but as something romantic and deeply rooted in a false belief that all Saami are somehow closer to nature and thus purer than non-Saami Swedes who have fallen prey to the dangers and pitfalls of industrialisation.

Another complicating aspect of Vipola’s artistic framework is the use of what Vipola thinks of as a liberating queer feminist questioning of Saami identities. In creating what Vipola refers to as a gender neutral traditional dress, Vipola is using a white feminist framework to analyse the role of women within our communities and asserting that Saami women are oppressed in that they’re denied the right to wear men’s clothes, without having any understanding of the coded language behind Saami traditional dresses. Rather than being ground-breaking, Vipola’s faux gákti becomes a testament to her lack of understanding of Saami culture which cements her place not as being inside the Saami sphere, but as being firmly outside of the pan-Saami community. In addition to this, I would argue that her art is both making a mockery of Saaminess and harming the on-going struggle among transsexual people to become recognised and respected by the majority society. Through her use of a faux traditional dress combining male and female attributes, and her active use of LGBT liberation terminology and transsexual experiences when describing her change from a Swedish to a Saami woman, she is engaged in an artistic and political silencing of a plethora of minority voices that is neither helpful nor actually feminist. As has often been pointed out by POC scholars, Western feminism is in many ways not feminist in that it actively puts white women’s suffrage above POC women’s suffrage and repeatedly ignores the struggle of minority women, and the inherent racism in Western feminism is something I see Vipola benefit from in her work of art.

In spite of this, Vipola claims that her work is neither racist nor unethical and in one of her interviews, she stated that she saw her art as anti-racist. As far as I am concerned, however, misrepresenting racism and using structural power and privilege to explain away critique of the same is both unjust and petty and furthers the status of Vipola’s project as a colonial attempt to not only misrepresent the Other, but to actually become the Other. The main problem here is that Vipola misinterprets racism as a simplistic two-way street where barring someone from taking on another identity, or looking down on someone’s choice to pretend to be a member of a minority is as racist as structural discrimination against minorities, who would never be able to decide to suddenly identify as full-worthy members of the majority. This of course is wrong, but sadly a common mistake in anti-racist discussions run over by majority voices. In many ways I see Vipola’s failure to understand the actual meaning of racism – i.e. that it is not a basic form of discrimination that works in both ways, but rather a discriminatory power structure permeating all of society, where the majority always benefits from the privilege they hold over the minority – as being symptomatic of feminists from the majority. The truth is, nothing offends the majority more than having their problematic behaviours exposed as being racist. To have to admit that one has done something racist is seen as far more damaging and harmful than actually being the victim of the structural everyday racism inbuilt in our society.

Moreover it is worth noting that Vipola hardly is the first to have tried to take on a minority identity. In a Swedish context, one could mention Ted Hesselbom who wrote an article where he applied to become Roma because he had a romanticised view of Roma life, completely ignoring the racism Roma face on a daily basis both within and outwith the borders of Sweden. Knowing this, Vipola becomes a perfect example of the fact that the voice of the majority far too often has been employed to actively misrepresent indigenous and minority identities. Her choice to become Saami, because being Saami seems more romantic than being Swedish, mirrors that of the fraud Chinquilla who pretended to be Native American in the early 2oth century and of whom the Native American activist Zitkala- Sa wrote that she used to wear ‘“beads” and colors […] that seemed to be [a] “labored” effort to appear “Indian”’. Though Vipola and Chinquilla are divided by a considerable amount of decades, Vipola’s appropriated Saaminess could not be described in a more fitting way; it seems laboured and rather than being a genuine attempt to connect with a lost or denied part of what might have been her family history, it becomes a fetishist journey into the mind of an entitled woman that holds the structural power to not be affected by the discrimination faced by actual Saami, and who, contrary to real Saami people, holds the power to switch her perceived ethnicity on and off to suit her own whims.

As far as I am concerned, Vipola’s work of art is a slap in the face of actual Saami artists who have to overcome existing and often highly conflicting ideas of what their own identity is on a daily basis. By appropriating a Saami identity, she is colonising a space that few Saami have access to in the first place. In other words, it is questionable if a Saami artist wishing to question what indeed constitutes duodji today had been offered the same access to a public space as Vipola. This is an important question as minorities are continuously denied platforms to address issues within their own communities, while outsiders can easily secure funding, public support and media interest for the very same projects. This is consequently not something that singles out Vipola’s project as unique, on the contrary. In a Swedish context, Queering Sápmi, while on the whole a needed project, benefits from the same outsider privilege as Vipola, meaning that what has been centred so far is far more the Swedish duo behind the project, than the silenced Saami queer community the project claims to represent. Being a member of the majority and representing a minority is intrinsically complicated and could easily turn into a silencing, colonising and even racist project, which I would claim is the case with Vipola’s exhibition when framed as it currently is.

Quoting writers like Tuck and Yang then, Vipola’s choice to come out as a Saami woman and explaining her move to do so as something that could be compared to sex reassignment surgery offered to transsexual people – which is highly offensive to both transsexual people and members of indigenous communities – could be interpreted as an ‘enactment of […] tropes [that function] as a series of moves to innocence […] which problematically attempt to reconcile settler guilt and complicity, and rescue settler futurity’.

In the end Vipola may or may not have something important to say as an artist working in Sápmi, but she is doing it by appropriating a Saami identity and using it to speak over actual Saami voices, and that could never be anything but wrong.

Co-fhad-thràth

‘S ged a bhiodh i a’ togail a’ ghrian
bhò brù mhi-thorrach, bhalbh nan caileach,
cha d’tèid an t-earrach gun pian mhòr
dhan duthaich fuadaichte seo
mo shluagh.

‘S ma bhios aon òran a-mhain na beul,
cha phòs mi idir;
‘s diùlt mi ‘nseo suas a’ falach
craidhnichean ar càinnt
fo còta de teangan gallda. 

Equinox

Though she would raise the sun
from the barren, silenced womb of the crone,
the spring would not come without great agony
to this banished country
of my people.

And if there was but one single song resting in her mouth
I would never marry her;
From now on, I refuse to hide the skeletons of our language
under a coat made of foreign tongues.

Language and the Land

It has been said before and it deserves to be repeated; We are our languages, and denying us the right to use our languages in public or making it impossible to study, live and love through the medium of our languages are powerful methods of what can only be referred to as a cultural genocide. Without our languages, we are nothing, but far too many people forget that for us the natural step from reclaiming a language is to continue the process of decolonising the lands and minds we inhabit.

In many ways, we have already commenced this process by working to return our names to the land; each sign we put up in our languages signals the very act of reclaiming the land as ours, it denies colonial ownership over something that we never gave away freely, and this scares the shit out of settlers, to the point where they feel the need to vandalise these signs.

But at the same time it is important to make it clear to people that I am not reclaiming my language in order to be able to show it off as a twee symbol of my people, whilst remaining silent about the ongoing destruction of my people’s ancestral lands. Each word I learn is a sign rooted in my land and embodied through my choice to speak it. My language is my land and when I speak it, I challenge colonialism, by the very act of not remaining silent.

The thing about reclaiming a language is that it doesn’t matter if we’re given tokenistic rights to use our language in certain spheres, if we’re still denied the right to self-government over our own lands. If we’re not given the right to veto mines or other destructive capitalist developments that would spell the end of our cultures, then what does it matter if I can speak my language or not?

The problem here is that current political agendas around the world with regards to indigenous peoples make it very clear that the only choice we as indigenous peoples have is to either demand full autonomy and thus be shut down completely by the colonial governments on our lands, or to silently and complacently reclaim our languages and practice our cultures in tiny state-approved spheres on terms laid down by settlers, but without the actual right to decide what can and cannot, what should and what shouldn’t happen on our lands.

Yes, we are our languages, but we are also our lands and it is impossible to force us to choose between either.

Representing the Indigenous Voice

Within post-colonial writings on indigeneity, the question of authenticity seems to reign supreme. Among post-colonial scholars, the idea of the fourth world as the ultimate colonised group, the absolute victims of imperialism, has simultaneously created an all together destructive essentialist framework, within which the indigenous finds himself.

In other words, where a group is consistently marginalised, and presented as a marginalised group which has somehow given up the fight, for whatever reason, concepts of authenticity become destructive tools which, rather than giving the indigenous people of the world a voice to freely shape in order to represent themselves, gives them a restrictive voice which is loaded with ideas of a correct way of being indigenous.

Let me show exactly how this discourse is construed by quoting the director of Avatar, Cameron, who by exotifying the indigenous, and seeing modern-day indigenous communities in America as failed, exemplifies aforementioned point in a most horrid way. Gentlemen and gentlewomen, I give you the director of Pocahontas on drugs in space talking about a visit to what he considers a more ‘genuine’ indigenous group in the Amazon, currently threatened by the building of a dam that would flood their lands;

I felt like I was 130 years back in time watching what the Lakota Sioux might have been saying at a point when they were being pushed and they were being killed and they were being asked to displace and they were being given some form of compensationThis was a driving force for me in the writing of Avatar–I couldn’t help but think that if they [the Lakota Sioux] had had a time-window and they could see the future… and they could see their kids committing suicide at the highest suicide rates in the nation… because they were hopeless and they were a dead-end society–which is what is happening now–they would have fought a lot harder.

In other words, because the Lakota of today have adapted to a lifestyle forced upon them, they seem inauthentic and failed to him.

Lovely.

Closely linked with the question of authenticity, is the question of representation; when authenticity is mentioned as the key to someone’s indigenous status, we suddenly find ourselves faced with the question of who is authentic enough to represent a community, without being accused of being an outsider misrepresenting the Other. And questions of authenticity affect most minority writers. The Gaelic poet and scholar Iàin Crichton Smith proposed that even the exile in his attempts to represent his culture construes an unrealistic picture of the same – thereby effectively linking authenticity with the community in a way which many indigenous people of today simply can’t live up to.

In questioning someone’s authenticity, we simultaneously create set ideas of what it means to be native; to the closed colonial mind an indigenous person speaks her people’s language, is of unmixed origin and is deeply involved in her people’s spiritual and cultural practices. The fact that this closed reading of indigeneity excludes the majority of all indigenous people from their own peoples is of secondary meaning to the colonial discourse.

Let me show how a perceived idea of authentic indigeneity strips the subaltern people the colonial subjects claims to be giving a voice by referring to three often stated criterions of authenticity, namely;

a) language
b) pure blood
c) attachment to an authentic representation of what the colonial mind sees as indigenous culture.

If language is the defining factor of an indigenous person, than Witi Ihimaera, the most famous of all Mäori writers is suddenly stripped of his indigenous status, as he, as many other Mäori has had to reclaim his language as an adult; if the indigenous person needs to be of unmixed origin, then suddenly the entire Stolen Generation becomes erased from the stage, and if someone has to be brought up in what the colonial discourse deems an authentic representation of the culture, i.e. most often on a reserve, then suddenly those children who were forced to attend boarding schools in the States, or indigenous people living in cities of the reserves are no longer indigenous.

On the other hand we must not take this to mean that anyone who feels indigenous automatically is indigenous – while self-definition is of great importance, it is simultaneously up to the indigenous community as a whole to accept someone’s claims to indigeneity as authentic or not, making the issue even more complicated.

If we stay away from the definition of authenticity as voiced by the indigenous voice, and instead focus on the way in which authenticity is used by the colonial force, we will see that it rather than helping the subaltern people strips it even further of a voice. The problematic in using authenticity as a defining factor of indigeneity becomes particularly obvious in questions dealing with traditional land ownership; here authenticity is used as a tool by the state to dismiss an indigenous group’s right to the land they have always inhabited. By forcing an indigenous group, as have been the case with e.g. the Saami in Sweden, to prove to the state that their land was in fact invaded, and that their ancestors lived in the areas the people now use for reindeer herding, a society which has stripped many people of their right to their own culture — as no written accounts have been produced proving their right to the land — has been created. At the same time the focus on reindeer herding as an authentic part of Saami culture has effectively dismissed the majority of Saami as inauthentic, as only 10% of the Saami practice reindeer husbandry today.

This is not to say that the societies we live in are unaware of the oppression the world’s indigenous peoples are subject to; as Griffiths write, ‘we know that subaltern people are oppressed, but how do we know?’ The problem here is the fact that when authenticity is employed as a defining factor of indigeneity, we find ourselves in a situation where the subaltern voice we claim we can hear in fact is far more the voice ‘being spoken by the subject position they occupy within the larger discursive economy’. To clarify, when the indigenous person is given a voice, she is only given a voice when she lives up to a discourse where she is suppressed and only visible when she adorns the physical attributes the neo-colonial discourse has ascribed her with.

Thus, when a Native American talks of the oppression of her people, she is denied the right to express her opinions if she does not simultaneously lives on a reservation, and dress in a way which corresponds with the ideas of a Native American in the Colonial Subject’s mind.

A further problem here is the way in which indigenous has been used as a collective word to describe an immense diversity – by classifying someone as indigenous the colonial discourse denotes her as someone who lives up to a set of very restrictive and limiting rules; thus Indians (the ones in India) are not indigenous, nor are the Gaels of Ireland or Scotland, while on the other hand the Basque are classified as indigenous, while the reality is that as minorities the Basque have in many ways more in common with the Gaels, than an indigenous group in the Amazon rainforest. Indigenous has in many ways come to be used as an insult – to be indigenous is to be primitive, and ultimately stripped of a voice.

Green and Indigenous

There’s a long tradition of fetishising the idea of the green native in Western thinking. To the Western mind indigenous people are seen as rooted, as connected to a now gone but ultimately easier, greener time, all this in an era which according to the same school of thought for white people is characterised by fragmentation and aggressive industrialism manifesting itself in a perceived loss of culture and history.

At the same time it is important to point out that indigenous people are not considered green by the West because they are perceived to lead green lives in contrast to the industrialised lives of white people, but because to Western hegemony indigenous peoples are seen as an actual, tangible part of nature and thus by default sub-human.

The West fears this perceived connection between nature and indigenous peoples and comforts itself by turning the native into an easily consumed stereotype, i.e. the green eco warrior indigene, a confused combination of animal and prehistory, which is called upon to lament the industrial decay of post-modernity, but never given the right to actually challenge and combat the same.

It is by coding indigenous people as green, as parts of nature rather than as human societies, that the West is able to commodify, silence and consume the native. If the indigene is nature itself, he is not human and thus only a resource to (ab)use.

And the existence of the eco warrior stereotype does in turn erase the urban, contemporary indigene: this is why indigenous people living under appalling conditions brought about by a still ongoing colonialism in indigenous communities around the world are largely ignored by mainstream media and if the urban native ever makes it to the news, he is automatically accused of having lost his native ways on account of not living as ‘one with nature’.

Native ways to the Western mind then translate as ways of the past — the indigene is only ever given a space if he’s perceived as now gone and long lost rather than as a still living person. To be indigenous today is to be perceived as a remnant of the past, and anyone not comfortable remaining a historical artifact is soon silenced and discarded as a broken sub-human.

The Western mind never acknowledges that contemporary native struggles like high infant mortality and suicide rates are effects of a still ongoing occupation and violation of indigenous spaces – mental and physical – but loves to blame what it falsely portrays as the “green” native’s inability to continue to be green while adjusting to an industrialised, ‘modern’ world instead.