[Journal
Entry written by an anonymous participant following the "Boston Tea Party."]
December
16, 1773
I
don’t know if I’ve ever felt so alive as I did tonight. As we painted our faces black, donned
feathers, and wrapped our blankets, I felt a sense of excitement and danger
which I’ve never felt before. My mind
went blank and I felt a freedom from all the expectations that Hutchinson and
all those who would like to leave us men out of control of our destinies. As we rushed down the street taking up the
spirit of those children of the forest, I became one of them, I can see why
they do and act as they do. While
avoiding civilization and those norms of society we know, they become
free. If only I could live as tonight –
Mohawk by day and myself by night, I could imagine a sense of me which I have
always desired. I long for the luxuries of
our food and lifestyle, and I know I could not live with those savage ways we
know of them, but being able to live as they do without worry or obligation,
free to do anything one desires, that’s the freedom I can only dream of. It scares me that it is so easy for me to
turn into one of “them,” and that is feels so good to scream and act with a
sense of precarious insanity. I know the
feeling of rebellion as it runs through my veins, and I long for our next
adventure, watch out Boston, we will continue to let tea run like the blood the
savages let loose as long as things stay as they are. The Mohawks await your slights and
oppressions . . .
“.
. . and Indian Others were clearly being included on the inside of the American
boundaries the members sought to create. Along with the positives and negatives
of the noble savage, then, we need to consider the distinction between Indian
Others imagined to be interior – inside the nation or the society – and those
who are to be excluded as exterior. The
matter can get extremely complicated, for both interior and exterior Others can
take on positive or negative qualities, depending on the nature of the identity
construction in which they appear” (p.21).
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