“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first.”
~ Jim Morrison~
Most of my life I've felt different-contrary. I never fit completely in either of the cultures I had a foot firmly planted in. I was either too Native or not Native enough. Anyone that grew up in my Momma's generation and after knows EXACTLY what I'm talking about.
It was a family joke that I was adopted. I told my younger sisters when they were six years old that I was really Japanese. I told them that Momma and Daddy felt pity for this poor, little, orphaned Japanese farm girl, gave her a home and made her a part of their family. My sisters believed it for about two seconds. *chuckle* I love my sisters.
I wasn't adopted. Not like that...which is another story-in and of-itself for another time. We will just leave it at "I am mostly Yup'ik", not Japanese. Momma is the Yup'ik one. Daddy is the typical American conglomoration of heritage and culture. His happens to be Scottish, English, Hungarian Jew, German and a tribe from the Arkansas area (possibly Osage or Cherokee). My quandary about my identity wasn't as cut and dried as what ethnicity or heritage I am derived from. It was much more than that.
Anyone who is of mixed ethnicity of a certain time, or grows up in a dominant culture other than the culture their family comes from understands this without needing an explanation. Why? We don't fit the mold. In most ways. From the way we speak, to the way we dress, the traditions we do (or don't) hang onto, the people we identify with, and our language. Food? THAT we tend to hang onto.
[I was just speaking to someone recently about all the things that indigenous people the world over lose from their culture when they live in another dominant culture and we agreed food was the last thing they lose. Why? Because it's an integral part of life.]
But everything else...it seems as if it's negotiable.
With me and many I have met like me? We've managed to carve out a place of our own, mixing and folding what works for us like a delicate emulsion. I know, I know...use of word usually reserved for a food or chemical to describe a concept that relates to sociology and culture. But if you think of an emulsion, the word works in this instance...because whatever two cultures we are blending (like food or chemicals) don't generally mix or blend well. Specific cultures as a general rule are immiscible.
At any rate, I felt like a puzzle piece that couldn't find a spot that I fit just right. It took me years and years before I decided that instead of finding a spot that I fit, I'd make one. That is how I became an Urban Bush Woman.
Now, Urban Bush Women...or Urban Bush Men...are unique. We take the best parts of both our cultures and live them. For me? From my Yup'ik culture I have: the history of My People; the stories of my family and the community I come from; subsistence skills; some traditional knowledge (mostly traditional woman knowledge); the ability to look at just about anything and figure out how to fix it, take it apart, or replicate it; and really poor Yup'ik speaking skills. I can understand it, just like I can understand a number of languages. Speaking it? Well, I sound like a 6 year old. Learning to speak Yup'ik? Difficult at best.
Now, pair those Yup'ik skills with skills that anyone that lives in a large metropolitan city most of their life knows. What makes Urban Bush People different than any other long time Alaskan? The person can travel seamlessly from one culture to the other easily. Without missing a beat or batting an eyelash. No problem with honeybuckets, couture, fish camp, or high tea. I can make vichyssoise and cappuccino as easily as I can prepare traditional Yup'ik food from memory. I can build databases and write computer code or a business plan as easily as I can skin, butcher and put away game the way my grandfather and aunts and uncles taught me. I have songs older than time in my head as well as Walt Whitman, James Joyce, and Rumi. That, my friends, is an Urban Bush Woman. Or Man.
So, why is the world paradoxical for an Urban Bush Woman? Because we don't have what most consider a normal kind of life. We have this vast storehouse of knowledge in our heads and most of the time we have to choose a role. Whatever role we need to. Because I live in the city, and am a professional, I have this citified Native role I have to fulfill. I still can do my traditional Yup'ik woman duties, and behave as a traditional Yup'ik woman should. I don't always behave as my Granny would want me to. But it doesn't detract from who I am. In fact it adds to it.
As Urban Bush People, we are ancient and contemporary. Traditional and avant garde. Bearers of our culture, keepers of tradition and breaking new ground in industry, business and education all at the same time. The one major difference that we as Urban Bush People have is that at some point we stopped apologizing for being too Native or not Native enough. For me, I stopped trying to qualify who and what I am. And just be.
As an Urban Bush Woman, it is my perogative to be successful in the Western World, but to keep the traditions and wisdom that was entrusted to me by family members or others that I admire and respect. As Urban Bush People, we need to remember to hang onto the things that make us unique. The Bush part. Every Urban Bush Woman or Man who succeeds in maintaining the delicate balance of both worlds and is successful at fulfilling both roles is changing our cultures. But as Urban Bush People it is our responsibility to continue to pass on the learned traditions, language and culture of our heritage. It is our legacy. To remember until there is no one left to remember us...
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