Native American Mythology-Sadness
I know you’ve seen the PSA of a Native American man with a tear on his face because the land was polluted. It’s sad. It’s sad in all kinds of ways, but it’s sad because it’s true. The American Indians did, and do, respect the Earth that we have. Their devotion to the Earth and their sadness as a result of it being abused is certainly a reasonable assumption. In addition to one PSA from years ago, the American Indians have plenty of reasons to be sad. There was a lot of sadness going around.
These people lost their cultures. They lost their land. They lost family members. They lost traditions. They lost buffalo. They lost daughters, mothers, sons, brothers, and whoever else you can lose. They lost their reign and cohabitation with the land that they possessed before the Europeans came. It’s a lot to lose. It’s a whole lot.
The stories I spent months reading reflects this sadness. There were stories recounting the coming of the Europeans and how life was changed forever. Their stories recount disease. Their stories recount bloody murders and massacres. Their stories recount inhumane treatment. It’s all very sad.
It’s almost as if sadness defines Native Americans to an extent. How would we classify them without sadness? It would be very difficult. They were, and are, a people wronged by another group of people and that’s just plain sad.
The stories of Wounded Knee, lost traditions, disease, and murders of well-known natives are enough to make just about anybody sit down and cry.
The stories aren’t all sad, but sadness permeates the collection of stories. While the hijinks of Coyote are hilarious, sadness, if it happens to us, is something we have to take with us, whether we want to or not.