Professional Documents
Culture Documents
Nigokomis Grandmother
Nigokomis Grandmother
Nigokomis Grandmother
By Tracy Bertrand
October 4, 2004
Kwey, Tracy nidijinikaz. There you have it. The very first time that I have
used the language that was denied me. I do not know this language, but the
with a bit of Native somewhere in my family tree. I didn’t really know any
of the ignorance and abusive nature of others so long ago. Perhaps their
actions and words weren’t meant to destroy entire generations, but they did.
Perhaps these actions and words were meant only to “enlighten” and “civilize”
and “assimilate.” Most of you reading this probably know what I am talking
about. For those of you who don’t, let me tell you a story…
Nigokomis’ mother got sick and died when she was only 3 years old. Her
father left her a little while later. She had to live with distant relatives.
After her mother died, there was nobody else to teach her, or that was
willing to teach her about herself and her heritage. Nigokomis told my
father that her relatives did not let her speak her Native tongue. Every
time she spoke Algonquin, her mouth was washed out with soap, she was
berated, and she was slapped. Quite the conditioning for acquiring a new
language. She was never allowed to speak Algonquin again. She learned to
speak French. When she married my grandfather, she spoke French to him,
only English to Nigokomis, and also remembered that she would only speak
English after a while. My grandfather would speak to her in French, and she
continue to speak French as an adult. She could no longer identify with that
removed the French from her identity. After all, identity is what you
believe yourself to be, part of one’s heritage, and her identity was initially
chosen for her. She was eventually so far removed from her heritage, she
knew nothing about it to teach her children. If she did remember, perhaps
she chose not to. Her children had nothing to teach their children. They
had been “civilized” and were “assimilated” into modern society. It could
have continued on like that, but there is a stirring within me that won’t let it.
The next time someone asks me what ethnicity I am, I will tell them that I
am Algonquin.