in the artist’s studio (book store.) The mural was designed in a non-traditional sense; it was to be painted on canvas and adhered to the gallery walls in the newly designed Ullman Learning Center, which would also house a new family-friendly exhibit called “We Are Arizona’s First People.” The main focus of the new gallery and exhibit was to celebrate the 22 federally recognized Native people of Arizona in 22 different kiosks, each arranged along a meandering path throughout the gallery, where small samples of indigenous culture could be seen, heard, and understood through hands-on activities.
The theme of the mural was initially designed to act as an extension of the gallery’s thematic focus of celebration and triumph. But as the design of the gallery was still being solidified, I was struggling with the potential outcomes of my own painting plans. I wanted to tell the real story of conflict and resolution, of fear and struggle, and the issues of identity, which haunted me in my personal work. With innocuous stories incased in those kiosks, I continued my research in the early stages of the project.
A large portion of my research involved travelling to each of the 22 Native Tribes and speaking with representatives of each Nation. I was continuously inspired by the compelling and unifying stories I heard travelling to these destinations on the road with the Heard Museum staff. Ongoing discussions with the Heard’s education department, primarily Joe Baker and Wendy Weston, proved essential in helping me focus on the late nineteenth century era to the present day.
Joe Baker’s influence on me and the mural cannot be overstated. His knowledge, guidance, and trust in me throughout the entire project were essential to the success of the piece. He helped me navigating my new museum experience at the Heard, protecting me from the politics of the institution and encouraged me to make a statement that resonated with me. I was mostly concerned with painting a truth about a history. A truth I had heard throughout my life, bequeathed to me through elders, cousins, uncles, and aunts, through the stories of our family. At the onset of painting the mural I was fully committed to telling it like it is, and like it was.
My own family’s stories of boarding school trauma and survival, and a more contemporary story of my grandmother’s experience (being removed permanently from her home in Cactus Valley, an area located in the central-eastern region of the Navajo Nation, on Black Mesa, Arizona), steeled my resolve. In my lifetime, that area has been contested space, reclaimed by the Hopi or lost by the Navajo. The recent relocation is known as the “Second Long Walk.”
It was stories like these and many others that inspired me to focus on what I knew and what I was culturally bound to reveal. “The Navajo Long Walk” is a primary section in the mural, exploring the uprooting of the Navajo people and the rise of Colonel Kit Carson, as a complex character in the frontier west, and the positioning of power and reservation policies in the region. He was ultimately responsible for the capturing, uprooting, and the imprisonment of many Navajos to Bosque Redondo, in New Mexico. Raat expands on this story in detail, covering the events, timelines, and tense relationships in the region that led to the aftermath in Lost Worlds of 1863: Relocation and Removal of American Indians in the Central Rockies and the Greater Southwest.
The question I had about telling the true stories was crystallized on an early site visit in 1999 to the Ullman Learning Center. Some of the issues I was grappling with at the time were: What rights and responsibilities do I have to paint stories that are not my own? What images and histories could best represent a reflection of the past that also distill the contemporary experience?
As construction began in the Ullman Learning Center, I visited with a Yaqui construction worker who was installing the giant timber beams that are now located near the center of the gallery. He was from the town of Guadalupe near Tempe, Arizona. He confirmed my own misconceptions of tribal identity having mistaken him for a Latino. He jokingly said, “Everyone thinks we are Mexican, but we are Yoemen.” Our brief encounter struck a chord and I recognized this moment of cultural confusion was a starting point for the mural, and a way for me to understand the struggles and histories of the Yoemen people. The Yoemen had migrated north from their homeland in Sonora to areas near Sells, Tucson, and Guadalupe, close to Tempe, Arizona. Their story of Diaspora is one of the longest in indigenous struggle in the West, and is well documented and discussed in Raat’s chapter, “Slaying the Deer Slayers in Mexico: The Yaqui Experience.”
The mural I painted was more than 160ʹ long and was roughly 7ʹ 5” in height. One section also touches on a number of important issues and regional policies the US government and Mexican regimes designed and imposed on indigenous people in the Southwest. This section also explores the ecological forms of removal and the effects damming along the Colorado River had on floodplains, creating unnatural annual flows, and the introduction of invasive plant and fish species that nearly wiped out the native fish and plants along the shoreline. I also painted forms of new economies on essential waterways, like that of the Casinos along the river from Cocopah to Laughlin. The origin of the westernization of the Colorado River area and its people is discussed in depth in Chapter 6 of Professor Raat’s work entitled “Treasure Hunters Hunting Deer Hunters: Yavapai and Apache Gold.”
The boarding school section of the mural was informed by my elder relatives’ horror stories of being forced to conform to Western Culture in Boarding Schools. Schools, where the goal was, as Captain Richard Henry Pratt is quoted in the commentary following Chapter 2 (“The Military and the Boarding School”), “Kill the Indian … and save the man.”
In the late spring of 2000, I completed the mural, “Fear of a Red Planet: Forced Removal and Relocation.” “Fear of a Red Planet” was added into the title after overhearing Craig Smith, the Museum photographer, comment about how potentially challenging some of the imagery I created could be for some Heard members. I added “Fear of a Red Planet” to the title as I realized so much colonization and conflict are rooted in the fear of the unknown and the inability for dominant cultures to acknowledge its own amnesia of progress.
“Amnesia of progress” is a phrase that is stenciled in the mural. It was coined by the writer Jonathan Bond, a close friend and frequent collaborator. The phrase is well suited to the subject matter of “Fear of a Red Planet: Forced Removal and Relocation;” that of forced migration and extinction of a people for the benefit of a dominant culture, with no credence for the human cost.
“Fear of a Red Planet” is also an indirect reference to a mockumentary called “Fear of a Black Hat,” a comedy about the rise and fall of the controversial musical group N.W.A. (Niggaz Wit Attitudes). “Fear of a Black Planet” is the title of N.W.A.’s most famous album; the reference in the Mural title to both “Black Hat” and “Black Planet” is about the co-mingling of parody and fear, which is how the dominant culture relates to groups in the minority.
The story of forced relocation and removal is a major theme in Raat’s Lost Worlds of 1863. Raat has expanded on the relational aspects of numerous activities and atrocities that coincided around the 1860s, a pivotal and momentous time in our collective histories. While the mural I painted “Fear of a Red Planet: Forced Removal and Relocation” looks into this time period a great deal, it is only a piece of the greater story.
Colonization and imperialism remain a painful memory, but an essential one for us to learn from if we can. Raat’s Lost Worlds of 1863 draws us closer to what is at stake between all cultures and people on this planet. By focusing on this period his work sheds new light on the complexities at play at a pivotal time in our not too-distant past.
Steven Jon Yazzie
Phoenix, Arizona
Preface
As enemies, the Mexicans were nothing in comparison with the White Eyes who came in from the east. White Eyes is not the exact meaning of our word for them; a more exact meaning would be Pale Eyes.
Ace Dalugie, patriarch of the Mescalero Reservation, Son of Juh, Leader of the Nednhi Apache
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