I recently visited my parents in Washington, my first summertime trip in many years. DC's heat and humidity can be brutal and as such, it's not always the most inviting city this time of year. But parent needs are on the increase and downsizing is likely soon. I'm probably going to need to spend more time down there in the coming years.
Sightseeing was not a high priority this time. I went through all of my stuff in storage and hauled four big boxes of books to the public library. I also touched base with old friends, including a couple I'd not seen in decades. Overall, it was a meaningfully grounding trip. And also very hot.
I did make it to the Smithsonian one day. Inspired by our recent Montreal trip, I targeted the Museum of the American Indian (MAI) this time - my third visit, I think. It's a funky spot and not especially popular, certainly not by Washington standards. Compared with the city's other big museums about marginalized populations - the Holocaust Memorial Museum and the Museum of African American History and Culture - the MAI is not built around a single, unifying narrative and I expect it may feel inaccessible to people as a result.
To a point, this reflects a deliberate choice made during the museum's creation. Indigenous America is not a monolith. There were and still are literally thousands of different cultures across two vast continents. They speak different languages and follow different customs. Even their post-European contact experiences have varied (though there are certainly common themes). So, one story to represent everyone would be impossible.
There were two exhibits I particularly enjoyed this time. Return to a Native Place: Algonquian Peoples of the Chesapeake documents the experience of indigenous tribes of the Chesapeake region which, of course, includes both DC and the Maryland of my childhood.
The Americans exhibits the roles and representations of indigenous peoples in contemporary American society, including a full documentation of the Trail of Tears, a tragic historical event only partially understood if at all by the vast majority of white Americans.
One part of the museum has gotten rave reviews from the beginning: the Mitistam Native Foods Cafe, one of the Smithsonian's best restaurants. I got a fried bread taco with chicken. No, I did not manage to eat the entire thing.
In many ways, I feel I have reached a crossroads in life. Family needs are changing. Professionally, I certainly have a lot more years behind me than in front of me - or at least, I'd damn well better! One question I ask myself these days: "What do I still want to learn?" Honestly, it's a long list but the last couple weeks have helped to bring focus. I want to learn more about the non-white perspective on the history of the United States. Obviously, a lot of the truth is uncomfortable, especially from my own white perspective. But it's a healthy discomfort and frankly, the truth is genuinely fascinating and often even inspiring. And the traditional white perspective is delusional. It's well past time for all of us to pull back the veil.
Even during the height of World Cup mania, I find myself intrigued by lacrosse. The Haudenosaunee Confederacy, also known as the Iroquois, are the only indigenous nation represented in international sport and lacrosse is their game. The Iroquois invented lacrosse, you see, and they are a genuine power on the global scene. In 2028, lacrosse will be an Olympic medal sport for the first time since 1908. The Haudenosaunee are campaigning to compete independently. In fact, many top players have said they will only compete for an indigenous team.
Both Joe Biden and Justin Trudeau supported the movement but with Trump and his band of racist dickheads currently in charge, US follow through on that support seems unlikely.
(You didn't really think I'd miss a chance to take a dig at the Orange One, did you?)










