Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Going Native.



The natives here are fascinating, ancient customs mixed with modern technology, like blue jeans tucked into handmade sealskin mukluks - with a smartphone in the back pocket. Or a Northface down jacket with a mink-skin hat. The younger ones seem to have a haughty tolerance of Kass'aqs (white people) while the "elders" (anyone older) are genuinely friendly - although you still get the sense that it's benign tolerance, like being polite to a visitor in their home.  Plus, few elders speak English so who knows what they're really saying to you in Yupi'k.  It's strange that the grandchildren speak only English and the elders only Yupi'k so they can't even talk to their own grandkids!
Here's an example of the native teenager's attitude and also how different it is in Bethel:
I volunteered at their annual dance festival - Cama-i - this past weekend, held in the local highschool. I sat checking in dance groups at a table backstage where the dancers prepared.  Two Bethel high school students, Seth and Katrina - both locals, were volunteering with me.  A teen volunteer usher came by the table after his shift to turn in his usher vest.  He looked full-blooded Yupik and had an obvious dip of tobacco in his lip.  Katrina told him:
"The high school is a tobacco-free zone, you can't chew here." 
He looked at her with disdain and said insouciantly:
"I'm Native, who cares.  And you shouldn't be so judgemental".
As if to say "Your silly rules don't apply to us, we only just barely tolerate your existence.  You're lucky we don't take our Ulus and turn you into fish bait".
Later, when I donned his vest and took over his job as usher (which involved the sisyphean task of deflecting mischievous children away from the 'Elders Only' entrance to the gym) I stood next to a trash can that was really a spittoon: at least a third of all the teenagers swung by to spit tobacco juice into it.  So I got the impression that 1.) "Tobacco-Free Zone" is viewed as a humorous suggestion rather than a strictly-enforced rule, 2.) Native teenagers don't feel the need to hide their rule-breaking activities, 3.) Pointing out a disagreeable fact is "being judgmental", 4.) Natives distingish sharply between 'native' and 'local', and 5.) Trash bags full of spit quickly become quite heavy.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Entrenched in the Tundra

Took the 0600 Delta flight from Charlotte to Atlanta, then to Seattle.  Took Alaska Airlines from Seattle to Anchorage, then on to Bethel. 20 hour day.  Landed in a blizzard.  Hooray!!


Lodged in temporary quarters 4.5 miles from town.  It's on stilts, like everything here, to protect the permafrost from melting.  The land isn't as flat as I thought, lots of wrinkles and hillocks.


Had a couple days off before work started so I walked into town the next day to get my supplies.  I shipped six boxes averaging about 60 lbs. apiece for a total of $743.  Should be just about everything I need plus a month's worth of food.  Had to wait nearly two hours in the cold behind the post office for a cab large enough to fit everything.


On the walk in I passed the airport.  It's large, and services 3 jets from Anchorage daily (weather permitting) along with countless prop planes.  Alaska would barely be habitable in today's world without the thousands of daring pilots who fly everywhere.  Nearly every village has a short runway. I took a picture of the Yukon Aviation headquarters, one of a dozen small plane services based here.  They really are the last cowboys. 


Attended NEO (new employee orientation) and am finally ensconced in my new office as clinical nurse educator.  Everyone is so happy I'm here, it makes me nervous.  What are they so excited about?  What miracles am I supposed to perform?  Whatever, I'll do my best, with enthusiasm!