Native Americans of the Southwest and the Environment

In New Mexico, Native American attitudes towards the Earth are a mix of traditional respect and modern pragmatism.


| March/April 1990



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A rock shrine stands amidst remnants of a 900-year-old Hopi village on First Mesa in Walpi, Arizona.


PHOTO: SUSANNE PAGE

Corrales, NM—In the 180-mile stretch of land visible from my backyard is the center of the universe—in fact, several such centers. Earth navels, they are called as well, by some of the Native Americans of the Southwest: places where "the people" emerged into this one. Far to the west, near the confluence of the Colorado and Little Colorado rivers, is another one, called sipapu by the Hopi. It's the point from which these "oldest of the people" emerged long ago and began the long treks that resulted finally in their settlement of some remote mesas above the Painted Desert in northeastern Arizona about a thousand years ago.

I too live on the edge of a mesa, overlooking the Rio Grande, the sprawling city of Albuquerque, and the Sandia Mountains—named for a Pueblo tribe whose reservation prevents Albuquerque from spreading farther north. Beyond this open space is yet more, stretching northward almost to Santa Fe, all of it the lands of various Pueblo tribes, each of which has its own earth navel.

From my roof I can look west and see Mount Taylor, which looms above Grants, a small New Mexico city built on the dreams of unmeterably cheap electricity, thanks to the existence there of vast seams of uranium ore. Mount Taylor is one of the four sacred mountains of the Navajo, and you can't see Mount Taylor without also thinking about San Francisco Peaks, a mountain whose three peaks rise above Flagstaff, Arizona, 400 miles west of here. It's another mountain sacred to the Navajo and is also the winter home of the Hopi rain spirits, the kachinas. When you see clouds building up over San Francisco Peaks, the Hopi say, it is the kachinas rehearsing the business of bringing rain to Hopi cornfields. There is a ski lift snaking up San Francisco Peaks, and the Hopi worry that skiers might unwittingly stumble into these rehearsals, getting in the way.

Like the crags and grottoes of ancient Greece, the Southwest is populated with shrines and with demigods, deities, and spirits working out to this day their heroic and mundane affairs among the daily lives of the people who can still see them. It is safe to say that nowhere in the United States is the Native American cultural presence more prevalent and deep-seated than here in the Southwest, that in no other place is the very concept of mother earth as deeply, and routinely, felt. This is not to romanticize Native Americans as natural ecologists who raise their fists in rage at every insult (real or imagined) to their mother. Much of Navajoland, an area the size of West Virginia, is significantly overgrazed by sheep, still a vital component of the Navajo way. There are Hopi priests who say that mother earth contains such resources as coal that should be used (in fact, Hopi fires were fueled with coal before it was used in England). The strip-mining of Black Mesa gets mixed reviews by the Hopi, and many dewy-eyed environmentalists and others who want to think that Native Americans are somehow better than the rest of us find this extremely disappointing. "Sellouts," "not real Native Americans," "people who have lost their traditional values," it is said uncomprehendingly. Here in this tri-cultural area (the Hispanic presence also predates that of the Anglos), there is a tendency on the part of some to point out, whenever possible, and invidiously, that Native American people, too, are trying to get in on the big cash bonanza of the dominant society. "Look at all the bingo parlors, exempt from gambling laws because they're on 'sovereign' Native American lands," they say. "Look at the Mission Native American reservation in southern California, a tiny plot amid several big Anglo ranchers. The Native Americans want to turn the whole place into a landfill and make a fortune off the solid waste of San Diego."

Trouble everywhere. People raising their voices along with their hackles. Native Americans, while unalterably religious in their feelings for nature and the land, are also pragmatic. Small groups of people eking out a living from the land have generally, through human history, been smart enough not to foul their nests. Large aggregations of people in particular, and any group whose survival is threatened, will often forget to think about the long term. Even Native Americans. Nevertheless, a sense of the earth as a live being prevails in Native American country.

I look north of here to the Jemez Mountains, and I am reminded that there are spirits there too, though I cannot see them, spirits that bespeak an older way of seeing the connection of man and earth; legends and myths we might call them, lessons in a kind of etiquette. Rarely have I ever heard a Native American voice raised in any conversation. Native American voices are as quiet as the breeze playing among the rocks, telling old stories about the whys of things.





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