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Is Byzantine Studies a
Colonialist Discipline?
Toward a Critical Historiography
At British Art Studies, we know from our work to date how thor-
oughly entangled histories of British art are with the legacies
of colonial violence, oppression, slavery, and systemic racism.
These histories manifest themselves variously in artworks,
art-historical writing, museum displays, and other forms of
heritage conservation. Acknowledging the ways that Brit-
ish histories and cultural production have been complicit in
anti-Blackness, colonial violence, slavery, and white suprem-
acy is only the first step. Recognising and dismantling the rac-
ism that affects and is perpetuated in our institutions today is
the essential next step.
The Paul Mellon Centre for Studies in British Art and the
Yale Center for British Art, the co-publishers of BAS, have both
shared statements of solidarity in response to the killing of
George Floyd by Minneapolis police on 25 May 2020, and the
Black Lives Matter protests throughout the United States,
United Kingdom, and around the world.3
and inside Hagia Sophia.10 Built as a church in the sixth century, Hagia
Sophia became a mosque after the conquest; since 1935, it had operated
as a museum. The Greek foreign minister swiftly objected, specifically
to “the reading of passages of the Quran inside Hagia Sophia.”11 The pro-
test elicited a response from Turkish president Recep Tayyip Erdoğan,
who stressed the sovereignty of Turkey’s borders: “Greece is not the
one administering this land, so it should avoid making such remarks.
If Greece does not know its place, Turkey knows how to answer.”12
Next, the Council of State (Danıştay), Turkey’s highest administra-
tive court, agreed to hear a suit to reopen Hagia Sophia to Muslim wor-
ship. Various national organizations of Byzantinists issued proleptic
condemnations of the anticipated result, including the Greek Commit-
tee of Byzantine Studies (8 June), the Italian Committee of Byzantine
Studies (23 June), the French Committee for Byzantine Studies (26 June),
and the National Committee of Byzantine Studies of the Russian Fed-
eration (29 June).13
The Danıştay, undeterred, ruled in favor of the plaintiffs on 2 July;
one week later, on 10 July, Erdoğan transferred jurisdiction over Hagia
Sophia from the Ministry of Culture and Tourism to the national Direc-
torate of Religious Affairs (Diyanet). Hagia Sophia was a mosque again.14
This precipitated another round of letters. John Haldon, as president of
the International Association of Byzantine Studies (Association Interna-
tionale des Études Byzantines—AIEB), wrote (13 July) that the decision
“damages Turkish scholarship and research in both the humanities as
well as the natural sciences in a way that is likely to have direct con-
sequences for Turkish participation in international scientific enquiry
for some years to come.” A few days later (18 July), the AIEB announced
that the International Congress of Byzantine Studies, planned for 2021 in
Istanbul, would be postponed and moved, citing both the ongoing pan-
demic and “concerns associated with issues of heritage management.”
The conversion of Hagia Sophia into a mosque made evident that,
despite earlier hesitations to connect our practice with political global
citizenship in support of Black Lives Matter, Byzantine studies is, in fact,
a political discipline. Our professional practice is inseparable from our
geopolitical circumstances. When a historical monument of great sig-
nificance to the discipline became a pawn of regional politics, Byzantine
Preface: The Historical Conjuncture xiii
whom we are deeply grateful for their detailed comments on the draft
manuscript. We presented sections of our draft introduction during
a roundtable discussion (“Theorizing Byzantium and Byzantine Stud-
ies”) at the Twenty-Fourth International Congress of Byzantine Studies,
Venice, on 23 August 2022 and shared a complete draft of the preface
and introduction with the Research on Art & Visual Culture workshop
at Cornell University on 6 October 2022. We thank all who joined and
discussed.
Taken as a whole, accordingly, this book offers a multitude of views
on Byzantine studies during a fascinating moment of self-reflection. It
reveals, in brief, a field in motion.
We conclude with thanks to those who helped lend this volume
its final form: to Sam Barber for assistance in preparing the final man-
uscript for submission, to managing editor Laura Reed-Morrisson for
copyediting the manuscript, to Ayla Çevik for preparing the index (and
the Department of History of Art and Visual Studies at Cornell Univer-
sity for funding her work), and to editorial assistant Maddie Caso and
production coordinator Brian H. Beer for shepherding the volume into
print.
Notes
1. Karen E. Fields and Barbara J. Fields, Racecraft: The Soul of Inequality in Amer-
ican Life (London: Verso, 2012).
2. For Black Americans as “a submerged nation in the heartland of U.S. impe-
rialism, the main bulwark of the collapsing colonial system,” see Harry Haywood,
For a Revolutionary Position on the Negro Question (Chicago: Provisional Organiz-
ing Committee for the Reconstruction of a Marxist-Leninist Communist Party,
1958), available online at Marxists Internet Archive, accessed 13 July 2022, https://
www.marxists.org/history/erol/1956–1960/haywood02.htm. See further Harry
Haywood and Milton Howard, Lynching: A Weapon of National Oppression (New
York: International Pamphlets, 1932), available online, with an introduction (on
“the national question”) by Erin Gray: Erin Gray, Harry Haywood, and Milton
Howard, “Lynching: A Weapon of National Oppression (1932),” Viewpoint Maga-
zine, 9 January 2017, https://v iewpointmag.com/2017/01/09/lynching-a-weapon
-of-national-oppression-1932/.
3. BAS Editorial Group, “Editorial,” British Art Studies 16, 30 June 2020, https://
britishartstudies.ac.uk/issues/issue-index/issue-16/editorial-574.
4. Adam J. Goldwyn, “Byzantium in the American Alt-Right Imagination: Par-
adigms of the Medieval Greek Past Among Men’s Rights Activists and White
Preface: The Historical Conjuncture xv
Chamber of the Council of State of the Republic of Turkey, “Court Decision Annul-
ling Cabinet Decision of 1934 Converting Hagia Sophia into a Mosque,” SHA-
RIAsource, 2 July 2020, https://beta.shariasource.com/documents/3778. For a
translation of Erdoğan’s decree, see Croke, Flashpoint, 56.
15. See the text of the letter here: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e
/1FAIpQLSekKjs1-Qpt2LgAPu9dQsBf0-AH0PIHXwJMchZohcx4uO0-sQ/viewform.
16. Ilya Afanasyev, Nicholas Evans, and Nicholas Matheou, “Doing Conferences
Differently,” Verso Books Blog, 14 September 2018, https://w ww.versobooks.com
/blogs/4028-doing-conferences-differently.
Introduction
For a Critical Historiography
of Byzantine Studies
and of our discipline (Byzantine studies): namely, that both are simul-
taneously colonial and colonized.
We are not the first to inquire into the relationships between Byz-
antine studies and European colonialism. Take, for example, two works
published in 2019: one by Panagiotis Agapitos and the other by George
Demacopoulos. Agapitos studies an extractive mission undertaken by
the Byzantinist Franz Dölger to occupied Athos in 1941 and its relation to
his influential “view of the Byzantine empire as a fully developed system
of a national population under a constitutionally organized state.”1 Dema-
copoulos studies a much older group of texts about Byzantium—those
produced by participants in another extractive colonialist enterprise,
the Fourth Crusade—and employs postcolonial critique to understand
the enduring concepts of Christian difference embedded therein.2
Similarly, we are far from the first to address the historiography of
Byzantine studies. Among the many earlier contributions included in
the bibliography at the end of this volume, we wish to highlight one of
the most recent. Published in 2021 and edited by two contributors to
the present volume, Nathanael Aschenbrenner and Jake Ransohoff, The
Invention of Byzantium in Early Modern Europe offers an impressive “cross
section” of the discipline’s founding figures, albeit without explicitly
addressing their direct participation (or indirect implication) in colo-
nial projects.3
Our concept of “critical historiography” is shaped by two studies of
neighboring disciplines. In The Nation and Its Ruins (2007), Yannis Hami-
lakis demonstrates that modern Greek studies “can only be adequately
addressed if it is positioned within the discourse of post-colonial stud-
ies, and only when the interplay between colonialism and nationalism
is fully explored.”4 Similarly, in Beyond Balkanism (2019), Diana Mish-
kova highlights the origins of southeast European studies in the work
of “scholar-officials” employing “the language of the then triumphant
European colonialism.”5
As the contributors to this volume demonstrate, Byzantine studies
is no less entangled with the practices and legacies of European colo-
nialism than are modern Greek studies and southeast European stud-
ies, even as the contours of its entanglement—the specific knots and
nodes that tie the production of knowledge to projects of colonial rule
Introduction 3
could itself be colonial. Outside our field, the colonial nature of Byzan-
tine missions has not gone unnoticed. For example, Alan Strathern has
compared Byzantine conversion of the Slavs with more recent colonial
Portuguese missions in Sri Lanka and Oceania.26
So, Byzantium could be colonial—and yet it could also be colonized.
In periods for which the principal narrative frame has been the decline
of state power, claimants to the inheritance of East Rome found them-
selves vassals or clients to emergent foreign powers. In the seventh
century, elite authors bemoaned the collapse of Roman hegemony in
the Mediterranean.27 After 1204, Constantinople and large portions of
the southern Balkans were added to the colonial conquests of the cru-
saders. Loss of territory continued, and East Roman elites lamented
their reduced state in elaborate prose. Many simultaneously integrated
into the new elite cultures—be they Latin or Islamicate—that shaped
the early modern eastern Mediterranean.28
So far, all these questions have concerned the shifting fortunes
of Byzantine elites on a global stage. By contrast, the exploitation of
masses of non-elites from the empire’s various ethnic communities
was a constant through the Byzantine millennium. These people served
the state as its laborers and soldiers in its various deadly wars. In the
late medieval period, they were exploited by the colonial ventures of
the Venetians and Genoese, who took control of key territories in the
Aegean and Black Sea.29 There is, of course, no need to assume that
exploitation along ethnic or linguistic lines is any less extortionate
than that done by “foreign” elites.
In brief, throughout Byzantine history, we find the key features of
colonialism both exerted by the East Roman state upon others (includ-
ing its own subaltern) and exerted by others upon East Roman elites or
their claimant successors. The Byzantine Empire—at different times
and places, and in regard to different social classes—was both colonist
and colonized.
Multiple contributors to this volume, including Arietta Papacon-
stantinou, Alexandra Vukovich, and Nicholas Matheou, draw atten-
tion to the realities of this violence, both physical and semantic. They
thus participate in a growing resistance within medieval studies to
the abstraction of medieval violence. As Geraldine Heng has written,
10 Is Byzantine Studies a Colonialist Discipline?
that medieval renderings of heathens and infidels share the same con-
ceptual meaning as contemporary anti-Semitism or Islamophobia.”52
Similarly, Mills emphasizes the radically unique conditions that pro-
duce and sustain modern white supremacy and, with it, the possibil-
ity of an oppositional Black philosophy. For him, a number of necessary
conditions must be fulfilled for racial subordination to be identified,
including “the existence of race as a social category, the existence of
Blackness as one of the extant racial categories, and the subordination
of Africans and Afro-descendant populations under that designation.”53
The premodern world cannot fulfill this third condition in particular,
because “even if race as ideology, discourse and iconography is older
than the conventional post-war narrative claimed, race as a planetary
system is unambiguously modern. . . . Race is ontologized in a way that
it is not in premodernity because inherited discourses of racial stigma-
tization, whether secular or Christian, now have coercive power behind
them in the form of the racial state.”54 While Mills grants that medieval
states could be racial, pointing to Heng’s example of thirteenth-cen-
tury England, the modern, post-Enlightenment racial state is rendered
unique by the contradiction between the “declared universal equality”
of liberalism and the new inequalities that it consolidated.55
Byzantine Anti-Blackness
We turn now to the question of race in Byzantium, in the hopes that it
might help dissolve the strong dichotomy between the gradualist and
the catastrophist positions on premodern race. Since Byzantium was
neither the origin of nor the chosen exemplum for modern Europe,
Byzantine ideas about race cannot have evolved directly into modern
racism and white supremacy. We are therefore free to consider not
whether Byzantium was (or Byzantines were) racist, but how certain
ideas about skin color could be deployed to different ends under dif-
ferent circumstances. Skin color was not and is not the only basis for
racialization, but a study of the full complexity of race in Byzantium
lies outside the scope of this introduction. Accordingly, and because of
the origin of our volume in Black Lives Matter, we focus here on Byz-
antine anti-Blackness.
Introduction 17
will terrify the Greeks. How? By their blackness and the strangeness of
their appearance? Among us such fear does not persist beyond child-
hood. In wars and important disputes, however, the matters at issue are
decided not by appearance and color but by daring and intelligence.”63
The demonic combatants of early Christian literature both hard-
ened preexisting associations between black skin and moral and aes-
thetic depravity and weakened the accompanying skepticism.64 Among
the earliest examples is the Acts of Peter, in which Marcellus beholds in
a vision the apostle beheading a demon, “a most hideous woman, in
appearance entirely Ethiopian, not Egyptian, but completely black.”65
As David Brakke has argued, such stories served above all to illustrate
their heroes’ divinely granted clarity of vision, which enables them to
perceive the demons’ blackness.66
The contrast between demonic blackness and saintly clarity of
vision was further developed in middle Byzantine hagiography. In the
Introduction 19
tenth-century Life of Saint Andrew the Fool, the hero explains that only
blackness separates demons from angels: “the angels of God are spot-
less and pure . . . whereas the demons are useless, black, dark, sinful,
and accursed.”67 The faces of the righteous shine with white light.68 By
contrast, the devil’s eyes emit smoke, as when a monk recognizes the
devil “in the shape of a black Ethiopian, smoke coming forth from his
eyes.”69 In the closely related Life of Niphon, the hero’s friend tells him,
“your face looks black, like an Ethiopian,” upon which Niphon “realized
that his vision had been darkened from the multitude of his sins.”70
The association between black skin and visual impairment may
underlie the Byzantine convention of representing night as a Black
woman. The goddess Nyx appears rarely in ancient Greek and Roman
art and is not distinguished by skin color.71 By contrast, in the Vati-
can Ptolemy, produced around the year 800 in Constantinople, a ring
of twelve “black- and white-skinned women represent the night and
the day, respectively” (fig. I.1).72 In the Octateuchs, manuscripts of the
eleventh and twelfth centuries that contain the first eight books of the
Bible, personifications of Night and Day accompany Genesis 1:3–5, the
separation of light from darkness. Once more, Night is a dark-skinned
woman at left, Day a light-skinned boy at right, and the hand of God
illumines the latter (as in fig. I.2).73
One final aspect of the Ethiopian demon is worthy of note in the
present context: its conflation with the figure of the Muslim “Saracen.”
Fig. I.3 Saint Michael defeating an attack on Constantinople, 1347–49, from the
church of the Archangel Michael, Lesnovo, North Macedonia. Photo: Erich Lessing /
Art Resource, New York.
of some 217 paper folios containing extensive texts in Greek and over
400 drawings in pen and ink, the Klontzas Codex presents a universal
history from a Christian viewpoint. Of these, 22 folios and 25 drawings
relate the life of the Prophet Muhammad from an explicitly anti-Mus-
lim perspective. Muhammad’s skin is consistently marked by cross-
hatching, in contrast to those around him; the manuscript, accordingly,
depicts him as Black.84
In one drawing, for example, the blackness of Muhammad, at right,
establishes by contrast the whiteness of the Byzantine emperor Her-
akleios, at left (fig. I.5). Another drawing, entitled “the idolatry of the
Ishmaelites,” accompanies an excerpt from the anti-Muslim treatise
of John of Damascus, according to which the Arabs “worshipped the
morning star and Aphrodite” (fig. I.6).85 The artist uses the same tech-
nique, crosshatching, to depict both the skin of the worshippers and
the atmosphere that envelops them: their Blackness, and the obscu-
rity of their vision, the ultimate source of their heresy.
The Klontzas Codex gathers many of the elements of Byzantine
anti-Blackness. Black skin is associated with moral depravity, obscu-
rity of vision, and Muslim faith. It thereby establishes the Whiteness
(and corresponding righteousness) of the Byzantines. To what end?
Klontzas was an affluent, Greek Orthodox resident of Chandax, the
center of Venetian rule. His Black Muhammad serves, at least in part,
to establish the Whiteness (and righteousness) of the subaltern com-
munity to which he belonged.86
Klontzas was not a Byzantinist, but he was a contemporary of the
first full-time scholars of Byzantium. As Aschenbrenner and Ranso-
hoff observe in this volume, the work of one such scholar, Hieronymus
Wolf, was funded in part by the labor of enslaved Africans and Native
Americans and was intended in part to aid European powers in the
subjects, its dazzling image in the eyes of its neighbors, and even its
coherence as a stable object of analysis.
Byzantium’s peculiar position, as a medieval state that lacks an obvi-
ous modern successor, can in this sense count to its advantage. Byzan-
tium’s national homelessness draws to its study many of those whom
former British prime minister Theresa May derogatorily called “citizens
of nowhere.”102 Early-career Byzantinists today often lead itinerant lives
on short-term (one-year or even one-semester) contracts across conti-
nents and countries. The neoliberalization of the academic market has
meant that, across East and West and across national boundaries, the
experiences of early-career scholars have much in common. Global pre-
carity has opened possibilities for global solidarities. This kind of soli-
darity can result in critical reflection, and it is not surprising that many
contributors to this volume have received their intellectual formation
not in single, siloed, national academies but through engagement with
multiple national, and indeed multi- and transnational, scholarly insti-
tutions and discourses.
In short, Byzantine studies is increasingly practiced beyond national
boundaries, and its object of study defies traditional national histories.
It should accordingly play a leading role in the production of a new, rad-
ical, global history. This potential can only be realized on the basis of a
constant and critical examination of our own history and our own cul-
tural practice. In our introduction, we have attempted to review the
former. But it is not enough to simply be conscious of the contradic-
tion that we inhabit and share with our fellow scholars in other disci-
plines: our material reliance upon the spoils of hierarchical systems of
oppression (be they colonial, imperial, or national) that we outwardly
abhor. We must also make use of the distinctive nature of our field of
study—our own intellectual capital—to change the conditions that our
own students and successors will inherit.
A number of contributors to this volume suggest concrete steps that
we can take toward this goal. For example, Matheou calls for us to write
histories that do not simply avoid identifying with a particular modern
nation but rather disavow identification with states (both empires and
nations) altogether. Matthew Kinloch asks us to think explicitly about
whom we cite and why: these are political choices, even if they seem
28 Is Byzantine Studies a Colonialist Discipline?
Notes
1. Panagiotis A. Agapitos, “Franz Dölger and the Hieratic Model of Byzantine
Literature,” Byzantinische Zeitschrift 112, no. 3 (2019): 707–80.
2. George Demacopoulos, Colonizing Christianity: Greek and Latin Religious Iden-
tity in the Era of the Fourth Crusade (New York: Fordham University Press, 2019).
3. Nathanael Aschenbrenner and Jake Ransohoff, eds., The Invention of Byzan-
tium in Early Modern Europe (Washington, DC: Dumbarton Oaks Research Library
and Collection, 2021).
4. Yannis Hamilakis, The Nation and Its Ruins: Antiquity, Archaeology, and National
Imagination in Greece (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2007), x.
5. Diana Mishkova, Beyond Balkanism: The Scholarly Politics of Region Making
(Abingdon: Routledge, 2019), 15.
6. On the relation between Byzantine studies and Orientalism, see Averil
Cameron, The Use and Abuse of Byzantium: An Essay on Reception (London: The
School of Humanities, King’s College, 1992); Robert S. Nelson, “Living on the
Byzantine Borders of Western Art,” Gesta 35, no. 1 (1996): 3–11; Dimiter G. Ange-
lov, “Byzantinism: The Imaginary and Real Heritage of Byzantium in South-
eastern Europe,” in New Approaches to Balkan Studies, ed. Dimitris Keridis, Ellen
Elias-Bursać, and Nicholas Yatromanolakis (Dulles, VA: Brassey’s, 2003), 3–23;
Averil Cameron, Byzantine Matters (Princeton: Princeton University Press, 2014);
Premysław Marciniak, “Oriental Like Byzantium: Some Remarks on Similarities
Between Byzantinism and Orientalism,” in Imagining Byzantium: Perceptions, Pat-
terns, Problems, ed. Alena Alshanskaya, Andreas Gietzen, and Christina Hadjiafx-
enti (Mainz: Verlag des Römisch-Germanischen Zentralmuseums, 2018), 47–54;
Leonora Neville, Byzantine Gender (Leeds: Arc Humanities Press, 2019), 5–21; and
Yannis Stouraitis, “Is Byzantium an Orientalism? Reflections on Byzantium’s
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had not cracked off. And we rode on and on, paralleling the dim Black Mountain
barricade. Finally, with bitter exasperation, the Witch called out: “Dammit all! ain’t
you cold?”
“Froze,” I gasped.
“Well, there’s a trading-post hiding in this side cañon, [290]if I can find the road to
it. You’ll never sing out. I give up. Let’s make for camp before we both perish.”
But, since adventures are in demand, perhaps I can resurrect a thrill or two from
the notebook. Long ago I listed them as scenery for stories, meaning to import a
few interesting and even beautiful types as characters, for the honest-to-God,
on-the-ground people steadily refused to become heroic. Relatively mild affairs
these, with only two persons killed, two crippled up a bit, some little blood
spilled, and lots of nervous imagining. My men were uneasy at the time, and I
most scared of all.
If I had thrust these episodes on a New York editor, out of their order and true
atmosphere, garnished with a [291]picaresque dressing, he might have praised
them; but I was not among those killed, and reflection urges that this would
probably make a difference to him. Aside from having a thumb sprained when an
angry Indian tried to wrench it off my hand, I was not physically hurt; but my
nervous system was slightly warped each time, and I have been reported on as
an efficient, but very profane man. Quite so. I will admit that I never took any
saints along on these trips.
And in every single one of these affairs, the enemy triumphed. “The man or the
hour had not yet come”; and while I have had mounted messengers of both
sexes come to me on both frosty and tepid nights, their errands, after due
investigation, and however irritating, could not be classed as tragic; but there
were times when “the feeling of it had me to bed and up again” in a round of
anticipation and some little suspense, decidedly not so pleasurable as romantic
Stevenson found his.
Limping Joe went down into the wash and found the gun. He examined the lock
and saw that a shell would go into it. Pointing it in the air, he pulled the trigger.
Bang! it was all right, even though it had no stock for the shoulder. Then Limping
Joe put in another shell, stalked up the bank, and shot Do-hahs-tahhe through
the lungs.
Therefore the Indian Agent had to forward one physician, one stenographer, one
notary public, and a few police, promptly, hurriedly, to take the man’s dying
statement: the doctor to tell him he was dying, the stenographer to report him,
and the notary to swear them all. The police meantime grabbed Limping Joe.
Do-hahs-tahhe died in a few hours and Limping Joe sat in the guardhouse with
gyves upon his wrists, also shackles securing his ankles, and a log-chain
connecting the two contrivances. I did not intend that he should—and he did not
—get away.
This was in Territorial days, and a Reservation criminal-case came, strangely
enough, within the jurisdiction of the Territorial courts. I sent for the county
sheriff, and he arrived with one huge deputy, both of them heavily armed.
“Why the arsenal?” I asked of the officer, who had a reputation for fearlessness.
Now there had been some little rumor of dissatisfaction among the relatives and
friends of Limping Joe. They felt he should be tried by the Agent, quite as one
who had purloined a sheep, and they expected that he would receive a mild type
of punishment. Gossip had it that they would oppose his being removed from the
Desert.
“I’ll go with you to the Reservation line,” I said to the [293]sheriff, “and this side of
it, they will have to take him away from me.”
“Very good,” replied the officer, “because I wouldn’t fight for him.”
We started with the stars still bright in the sky, three o’clock of a morning, to
cover the thirty-five miles to the line. The sheriff and deputy rode in a buckboard,
the prisoner with them. An Indian boy drove my buggy, and I sat with a gun on
the seat. Nothing happened. We did not see a Navajo on the trip. After lunching
at the line, we parted with the officers, and prepared to return that same day.
Seventy miles for the team would be a hard drive and would bring us in late at
night; but this is in the day’s work too.
All that afternoon the horses jogged homeward. The prisoner off my hands, I
dropped the gun into a bag under the seat. It was getting on to dark when the
team began wearily climbing the last long rise that separated us from the drop
down into Keams Cañon. There was a fringe of cedars at the top, black as
spectres against a dull red sky. The horses plodded nearer and nearer to the
crest of the ridge. One could see the branches of the old trees now, as if etched
on the sky’s plate.
Then came a call, a Navajo cry. My boy pulled in the team with a sudden
wrench. He had been watching the edge of the hill. And from the trees four or
five men stepped quickly into the road. I made a swift clutch on the seat for the
gun, and then realized that it could not be there. The bag had slipped back into
the boot, and was mixed with halters, nose-bags, and the clutter of a desert
buggy. There was a moment—it seemed a week—of tense chilliness, while they
lingered in the dusk, as if [294]waiting for us. One cannot wheel a buggy in a
desert road. It was either stop or go on. Then they crossed into the cedars, and
we heard them moving off, talking in Navajo. One began to sing. My Indian boy
laughed as if relieved.
And sure enough, they were my own coal-working gang that had quit the drift at
five o’clock and had reached that point on their way home. But I had thought,
and so had my driver, that friends of Limping Joe were about to greet us. It was
just the right time in the evening, and just the right color in the sombre
landscape; and they had stepped from the trees, half-waiting, in just that
manner.
Limping Joe? The court treated him with customary severity. For this deliberate,
cold-blooded murder he received the terrible sentence of three years in the
penitentiary, and had quite six months off for good behavior. During his
protracted absence I issued rations to his aged parents and, after quite a little
correspondence, some of it acrid in tone, convinced my Washington critics that I
had not persecuted the poor fellow.
The East contains very few officials having the courage of Roosevelt, who wrote,
with respect to the Navajo particularly:—
These are as a whole good Indians … although some are very bad and should be
handled rigorously.…
For the last quarter of a century the lawless individuals among them have done much
more wrong (including murder) to the whites than has been done to them by lawless
whites. The lawless Indians are the worst menace to the others among the Navajo and
Utes; and very serious harm has been done by well-meaning Eastern philanthropists
who have encouraged and protected these criminals.
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And Francis E. Leupp, one-time Commissioner of Indian Affairs, held this view:
—
Agents and other Government officials, when of the best type, have done most good;
and when not of the right type have done most evil; and they have never done any
good at all when they have been afraid of the Indians or have hesitated relentlessly to
punish Indian wrongdoers.
Apart from the administration period of these two men, few Indian Agents have
expected to receive support in any effort thoroughly to punish Indian criminals in
the Desert. The tone of the Indian Bureau this last decade has been largely one
of compromise and apology: with superiors in office; to sentimentalists; with and
to discontented or stupid or evil Indians who blocked progress. Annually, when
seeking appropriations, it has apologized to Congress for asking, and then
apologized most humbly when denied. Charged with the protection and welfare
of incompetent human beings, one would think it dealt in wooden dolls.
Inconsistent, and of little vision, wastefully parsimonious, ignoring sage advice,
ready to compromise, it has been a poor source for justice and a sorry judge of
men. Of timely intelligence it has demonstrated little, and of sincerity, less. To
manœuvre in the winds of expediency, to trim sail for maintenance in office, to
drift hopefully, has been its course and policy. The distant field has viewed such
variable charts with suspicion and dismay.
“Colonel” Oldhouse, who had about reached the retirement age, suspected all
new-fangled methods. Behind his desk rested an old hand-made army-chest,
strapped and locked to withstand the strains and bruises of frontier [296]travel.
The Colonel dated from those days when the stage ran “to the States,” and
Santa Fe was an outpost of progress. In that chest reposed his warrants and
accounts, neatly arranged, jacketed, and briefed. He could go to it in the dark
and instantly find Voucher 137 for the second quarter of 1889.
“Colonel,” said a very young man, “Why don’t you order some files for your
papers, with sliding drawers, and rods, and—”
You see, my successor was having his troubles too with the gentle
feudists, and the Hopi were petitioning as usual. So the Office
changed the name of the Reservation.
In addition to the eight men that had been granted me, several of the
range employees were commissioned as special officers of the
Indian Liquor Service. Perhaps I [300]should say, “Deputy special-
officers of the Service for the suppression of the liquor traffic among
Indians.” But what is a title among friends? And the commission was
a splendid gratuity, carrying no extra compensation, whereas the
employee so acting, in a true missionary spirit, simply risked his life.
Few men care for this work, and fewer are zealous at it. Those who
came into the regular Service as farmers or stockmen did not relish
finding themselves drafted as policemen. It is dangerous work
among such Indians as the Navajo, and the man, white or Indian,
who accepts this duty expects assurance of consideration and
backing should anything unpleasant occur. And in time they all heard
of the Walter Runke case, plus the charming experiences of that
Agent’s faithful subordinates.
But just at that time Washington had its hands full of typewriters,
holding the Germans to strict accountability on paper; and one Villa
was scouting along the Border.
But we were delayed. One cannot make an average twenty miles per
hour through that country, and it was close to six o’clock when we
reached the Indian Wells trading-post, just across the reservation
line. All through that district the Navajo are settled upon alternate
sections of land governed by the Leupp Indian Agency, and it is not
“reservation” of a solid block. The intervening sections are “railroad
lands,” bonus grants for building what is now the Santa Fe system.
In this fashion the Government gave the first railway a very large part
of the Southwest, a seemingly unimportant and nonproductive
country at that time, and one could find Santa Fe titles forty miles
either side of its tracks. The Indians knew nothing of these paper
records, and roamed indiscriminately [303]with their camps and
sheep, wrangling about water with range cattlemen who had leased
from the railroad, viewing with suspicion those few men who bought
outright; and Washington found it—still finds it—“a very perplexing
question.”
The trading-post was closed, its owner at supper. But sitting on the
stone doorstep was a dejected Navajo who appeared to have had a
desperate and losing battle. His head, face, and shirt were covered
with blood, some of which had dried; and some of the fresh he was
still trying to staunch. Just then the trader appeared.
He could give the names of the two, and the location of their home
camp.
“Just back in the hills,” he said, waving. “Not more than two miles at
most. They ought to be cinched.”
“It’s not my jurisdiction,” I said. “Their Agent is fifty miles away, and
one hundred miles roundabout the railroad.”
“Time he gets here,” said the trader, “booze and all will be gone, and
may be another scrap or two; like as not, murder done.”
“No, nothing scheduled like that. They’re running north into your
country, peddling a little along the way.” [304]
“We’ll have some supper, and then get those fellows, if you”
(meaning the trader) “will show the road.”
After a meal, he led the way in his car, and we followed. Two miles
over the hill! It is true we found one deserted camp. And then we
went on and on. The orders were, silence, and lights out. The road
into the Castle Butte country is winding, over little steep-pitched hills
and down through narrow washes. When we had gone five miles,
deep night had shut down, lighted only by a misty moon that rather
obscured things in those twisted little vales and defiles. Suddenly the
trader stopped his car.
Ahead of us showed a pony. Two of the deputies jumped out and ran
forward, to find a man and a boy on the one horse. Off came the
man, and the boy too. At the car he was identified as one of the
assailants. The pony was turned loose to graze. The man joined
One-eyed Dan et al. in the rear seat, another pair of handcuffs
making the three secure in one squad.
But we had reckoned without the boy. He was about ten years old,
and these things seemed to him as mysterious, not to say alarming.
When he realized that strange [305]men had chained up his kinsman,
he raised a soul-stirring bawl to Heaven. It was no time or place for
explanations, so we gagged him with a handkerchief and prepared to
go on.
“From the next pitch we shall see the camp,” he assured me,
confidently.
“Two families.”
And from the next rise we could see the light of a fire.
“It looks like a larger camp than that,” I told him. “Are you sure there
is no sing going on?”
“Not a sign of it these last several days. That fire’s in the corral, just
beyond their hogans.”
“Then run all three cars fairly close to the gate of it. Keep these
prisoners in the last one, back in the shadow, and don’t make a show
of guns. I’ll go in and investigate. If you fellows hear a row, you can
then come up.”
The light of the fire grew brighter as we crept on, driving the cars as
noiselessly as possible, and one learns to do that in the Desert. The
corral was a large one, the logs set on end, and the firelight
streamed through the crevices. One could not see inside until very
close. About twenty yards from the gate or entrance we lined the
cars, throwing the headlights on that opening. It is trying to face a
brilliant auto-lamp, and those behind it have an advantage. I jumped
from the step and went quickly forward, carrying a quirt.
If anyone had caught the boy’s cries or had heard our approach,
there was no sign of it. Apparently there was no one to hear. The
place seemed deserted. Outside the corral, one could see only a
silent camp, untenanted, noiseless, painted by a great wave of
brilliant light. No dogs started up. It was very strange, and decidedly
unlike most Navajo camps.
At a brisk walk I went through the corral gate—to face fifty or more
husky Navajo Indians, all males, crowded together, waiting. And
each one of them eyed me as if to ask my business. They knew that
I was not their Nahtahni.
“Why did n’t you speak up before? You know me?” [307]
“Yes,” he said. “I remember you at Leupp. I was a little boy then, and
you went away. You are superintendent up here somewhere.”
I felt easier now. But I did not care to have any one of them straggle
outside, to learn that I had three Navajo handcuffed in my car, and
one of them their own, to say nothing of a boy who had been
gagged. Just then the trader and one of my deputies, who had
waited long enough and were wondering what had happened to me,
appeared in the gateway. I told them to stop there; and, as I
expected, so long as they were there, no one of the crowd sought to
go out.
“Do you see that fellow here?” I called to the trader, wondering what I
should do if he did recognize him. But the trader shook his head.
At one end of the corral was a brush shelter or shed. Under it camp
equipment was scattered: harness, boxes, kegs for water-carrying,
and blanketed bundles.