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Chief Seattles Speech (Es) - Ambivalent Idealizations and Emplacin
Chief Seattles Speech (Es) - Ambivalent Idealizations and Emplacin
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1996
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O'Malley, P. J. (1996). Chief Seattle's speech(es): Ambivalent idealizations and emplacing the uprooted
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Chief Seattle s Soeech(esJ:
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Ambivalent Idealizations
and Emolacing
the Uorooted ·origin'
Paul J. O'Malley
The Use of Thesis statement is not included in this version of the thesis.
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ABSTRACT
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Date .......•/ . / . / . / .......... .
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter Page
NOTES •• I • I • I • ' ' 0 ' •• ' • ' • I I ' I I • I I ' I I I • I •• I 0 ' I ' 0 • • • 0 0 0 • 57
At this stage, the term "Indian", and its use in this thesis
must be clarified. Michael Dorris (Modoc) makes a strong
case against this ~homogenizing misnomer~ which "was born in
the myopic mjnds of a few culturally traumatized and
10
EARLY REMINISCENCES n
H
esi- atte
d and so mu
aker, Number Ten. es, a
r 1825 ested
. When genu in
th him When
23 he SCRAPS PHOM A DIARY. ved in
e To- he had
ed ln
r fa-
India
tory,
the Chief Seattle - A Gentleman by rece
his Instinct- His Native Elo- off
quence. Btc., Etc. s
powerless 11 (Smith VI). If, then, the elder • s speech was not
justly abided by, the intergenerational power of the dead -
as the deathly reserve and patrilineal guarantors to his
oration - would be expected to swarm back as the 11 returning
hosts that once filled and still love this beautiful land"
(VI).
and 'Culture'.
REFERENCES
APPENDIX A
TIMELINE TO KEY SEATTLE TESTIMONY VERSIONS
W. Arrowsmith
. Perry
TSpokane Expo)
1969
1971
1974
'Simplifying' translatiQn of Smi'th te~t
90% re-write of Arro~sm1th, eco ogicat bias
Animated statue mouths Perry text variant
APPENDIX B
APPENDIX C
i)
ii)
APPENDIX D
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APPENDIX E
Published in Seattle Sunday Star, October 29, 1887.
I II
EARLY REMINISCENCES
attention from white men, and never
so much as when seated at their tabl-
Number Ten. es, and on such occasions he manif-
ested more than anywhere else the
genuine instincts of a gentleman.
When Governor Stevens first arri-
SCRAPS FROM A DIARY. ved in Seattle and told the natives
he had been appointed commissioner of
Indian affairs for Washington Terri-
tory, they gave him a demonstrative
Chief Seattle - A Gentleman by reception in front of Dr. Maynard's
Instinct- His Native Elo- office, near the water front on Main
quence. Etc., Etc. Street. The Bay swarmed with canoes
and the shore was lined with a living
mass of swaying, writhing, dusky
humanity, until
Old Chief Seattle was the largest
Indian I ever saw, and by far the OLD CHIEF SEATTLE'S
noblest looking. He stood six feet
full in his moccasins, was broad ~rumpet toned voice rolled over the
shouldered, deep chested, and finely 1mmense mt1ltitude, like the startling
proportioned. His eyes were large, reveille of a bass drum, when silence
intelligent, expressive, and friendly became as instantaneous and perfect
when in repose, and faithfully mirro- as that which follows a clap of thun-
red the varying moods of the great der from a clear sky.
soul that looked through them. lie The governor was then introduced
was usually solemn, silent and digni- to the native multitude by Dr. May-
fied, but on great occasions moved nard, and at once commenced, in a
among assembled multitudes like a conversational, plain and straight-
Titian among, Liliputians, and his forward style, an explanation of his
lightest word was law. mission among them, which is too well
When rising to speak in council or understood to require recapitulation.
to tender advice, all eyes were turn- When he sat down, Chief Seattle
ed upon him, and deep-toned, sonorous arose with all the dignity of a sena-
and eloquent sentences rolled from tor, who carries the responsibilities
his lips like the ceaseless thunders of a great nation on his shoulders.
of cataracts flowing from exhaustless Placing one hand on the governor's
fountains, and head, and slowly pointing heavenward
with the index finger of the other,
HIS MAGNIFICENT BEARING he commenced his memorable address in
solemn and impressive tones.
was as noble as that of the most ''Yonder sky that has wept tears of
cultivated military chieftain in compassion on our fathers for centur-
command of the forces of a continent. ies untold, and which, to us, looks
Neither his eloquence, his dignity or eternal, may change. Today it is
his grace were acquired. They were fair, tomorrow it may be overcast
as native to his manhood as leaves with clouds. My words are like the
and blossoms are to a flowering alm- stars that never set. What Seattle
ond. says, the great chief, Washington,
His influence was marvelous. He (The Indians in early times thought
might have been an emperor but all that Washington was still alive.
his instincts were democratic, and he They knew the name to be that of a
ruled his loyal subjects with kind- president, and when they heard of the
ness and paternal benignity. president at Washington they mistook
He was always flattered by marked the name of the city for the name of
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the reigning chief. They thought, as yours, since George has moved his
also, that King George was still boundaries to the north; our great
England's monarch, because the Hudson and ~ood father, I say, sends us word
bay traders called themselves "King by h1s son, who, no doubt, is a great
George men. 11 This innocent deception chief amon~ his people, that if we do
the company was shrewd enough not to as he desires, he will protect us.
explain away for the Indians had more His brave armies will be to us a
respect for them than they would have bristling wall of strength, and his
had, had they known England was ruled great ships of war will fill our
by a woman. Some of us have learned harbors so that our ancient enemies
better.) can rely upon, with as much far to the northward, the Simsiams
certainty as our pale-face brothers and Hydas, will no longer frighten
can rely upon the return of the sea- our women and old men. Then he will
sons. be our father and we will be his
The son of the white chief says children.
his father sends us greetings of
friendship and good will. This is BUT CAN THIS EVER BE?
kind, for we know he has little need
of our friendship in return, because Your God loves your people and hates
his people are many. They are like mine; he folds his strong arms lovin-
the grass that covers the vast prair- gly around the white man and leads
ies, while my people are few, and him as a father leads his infant son,
resemble the scattering trees of a but he has forsaken his red children;
storm-swept plain. he makes your people wax sttong every
The ~reat, and I presume also day, and soon they will fill the
good, white chief sends us word that land; while my people are ebbing away
fie wants to buy our lands but is like a fast-receding tide, that will
willing to allow us to reserve enough never flow again. The white man's
to live on comfortably. This indeed God cannot love his red children or
appears generous, for the red man no he would protect them. They seem to
longer has rights that he need resp- be orphans and can look nowhere for
ect, and the offer may be wise, also, help. How then can we become broth-
for we are no longer in need of a ers? How can your father become our
great country. father and bring us prosperity and
awaken in us dreams of returning
THERE WAS A TIME greatness?
Your God seems to us to be part-
when our people covered the whole ial. He came to the white man. We
land, as the waves of a wind-ruffled never saw Him; never even heard His
sea cover its shell-paved floor. But voice; He gave the white man laws but
that time has long since passed away He had no word for His red children
with the greatness of tribes now whose teeming millions filled this
almost forgotten. I will not mourn vast continent as the stars fill the
over our untimely decay, nor reproach firmament. No, we are two distinct
my pale-face brothers for hastening races and must ever remain so. There
it, for we, too, may have been somew- is little in common between us. The
hat to blame. ashes of our ancestors are sacred and
When our young men grow angry at their final resting place is hallowed
some real or imaginary wrong, and ground, while you wander away from
disfigure their faces with black the tombs of your fathers seemingly
paint, their hearts, also, are disfi- without regret.
gured and turn black, and then their Your religion was written on tab-
cruelty is relentless and knows no les of stone by the iron finger of an
bounds, and our old men are not able angry God, lest you might forget it.
to restrain them. The red man could never rememfier nor
But let us hope that hostilities comprehend it.
between the red man and his pale-face Our religion is the traditions of
brothers may never return. We would our ancestors, the dreams of our old
have everything to lose and nothing men, given them by the great Spirit,
to gain. and visions of our sachems, and is
True lt is, that revenge, with our written in the hearts of our people.
young braves, is considered ~ain, Your dead cease to love you and
even at the cost of their own lives, the homes of their nativity as soon
but old men who stay at home in times as they pass the portals of the tomb.
of war, and old women, who have sons They wander far off beyond the stars,
to lose, know better. are soon forgotten, and never return.
Our great father Washington, for I Our dead never forget the beautiful
presume he is now our father as well world that gave them being. They
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still love its winding rivers, its ancestors and friends. Every part of
great mountains and its sequestered this country is sacred to my people.
vales, and they ever yearn in tender- Every hill-side, every valley, every
est affection over the lonely hearted plain and grove has been hallowed by
living and often return to visit and some fond memory or some sad exper-
comfort them. ience of my tribe.
Day and night cannot dwell toget-
her. The red man has ever fled the EVEN THE ROCKS
approach of the white man, as the
changing mists on the mountain side that seem to lie dumb as they swelter
flee before the blazing morning sun. in the sun along the silent seashore
However, your proposition seems a in solemn grandeur thrill with
just one, and I think my folks will memories of past events connected
accept it and will retire to the with the fate of my people, and the
reservation you offer them, and we very dust under your feet responds
will dwell apart and in peace, for more lovingly to our footsteps than
the words of the great white chief to yours, because it is the ashes of
seem to be the voice of nature speak- our ancestors, and our bare feet are
ing to my people out of the thick conscious of' the sympathetic touch,
darkness that is fast gathering aro- for the soil is rich with the life of
und them like a dense fog floating our kindred.
inward from a midnight sea. The sable braves, and fond moth-
It matters but little where we ers, and glad-hearted maidens, and
pass the remainder of our days. the little children who lived and
rejoiced here, and whose very names
THEY ARE NOT MANY are now forgotten, still love these
solitudes, and their deep fastnesses
The Indian's night promises to be at eventide grow shadowy with the
dark. No bright star hovers about presence of dusky spirits. And when
the horizon. Sad-voiced winds moan the last red man shall have perished
in the distance. Some grim Nemesis from the earth and his memory among
of our race is on the red man's tr- white men shall have become a myth,
ail, and wherever he goes he will these shores shall swarm with the
still hear the sure approaching foot- invisible dead of my tribe, and when
steps of the fell destroyer and prep- your children's children shall think
are to meet his doom, as the wounded themselves alone in the field, the
doe that hears the approaching foot- store, the shop, upon the highway or
steps of the hunter. A few more in the silence of the woods they will
moons, a few more winters, and not not be alone. In all the earth there
one of all the mighty hosts that once is no place dedicated to solitude.
filled this broad land or that now At night, when the streets of your
roam in fragmentary bands through cities and villages shall be silent,
these vast solitudes will remain to and you think them deserted, they
weep over the tombs of a people once will throng with the returning hosts
as powerful and as hopeful as your that once filled and still love this
own. beautiful land. The white man will
But why should we repine? Why never be alone. Let him be just and
should I murmur at the fate of my deal kindly with my people, for the
people? Tribes are made up of indiv- dead are not altogether powerless.
iduals and are no better than they. Other speakers followed, but I
Men come and go like the waves of the took no notes. Governor Stevens'
sea. A tear, a tamanawus, a dir~e. reply was brief. He merely promised
and they are gone from our long1ng to meet them in general council on
eyes forever. Even the white man, some future occasion to discuss the
whose God walked and talked with him, proposed treaty. Chief Seattle's
as friend to friend, is not exempt promise to adhere to the treaty,
from the common destiny. We may be should one be ratified, was observed
brothers after all. We shall see. to the letter, for he was ever the
We will ponder your proposition, unswerving and faithful friend of the
and when we have decided we will tell white man. The above is but a frag-
you. But should we accept it, I here ment of his speech, and lacks all the
and now make this the first cond- charm lent by the grace and earnest-
ition: That we will not be denied the ness of the sable old orator, and the
privilege, without molestation, of occasion. H.A.SM!TH.
visiting at will the graves of our
Reconstructed from very poor quality Washington State Library history file,
cross-referenced against F.J. Grant's close 'reproduction' of 1891.