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One Night in a Hualapai Indian Household

 

        

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The sky was always blue. It has become a welcome routine to meet a cloud in this desolate field where the blue sky feels like a curse. A cold sense of solitude, such as a section of a glacier, frequently brushed past. Leaving the casino city of Laughlin behind, I run toward Kingman of Arizona. There are two passways that are 1,100 meters above sea level. I can't run on a steep hill pushing a cart. Time is slow and the my legs that go up the pass are painful, and the weight of the wheelbarrow in particular causes more stress on knee joints. Still, my legs are fine after training, but my hands are numb to push my luggage.

 

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I had bought subway sandwiches for two day from Laughlin. There is no place to buy food on the road to Kingman. It seemed better to eat them than canned food or than to suffer from hunger. Decisions that are not considered in many cases often pay dearly. I had diarrhea the second when I ate a sandwich for two days and had to struggle all night to go to the washroom. Sandwiches can not stay fresh for two days at this hot temperature.

 

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Kingman is the biggest city since I have left LA. I slept one night there and went to Wal-Mart early in the morning and bought a whole chicken, half-gallon of milk, orange juice and donuts for a few days¡¯ use. And I head for Peach Springs again. It's where the Hualapai Indian reservation is. About 40 kilometers later, there was a motel-like place, so I went in to finish my schedule here today, and there was no sign of anyone in the house. I didn't think I could find a more comfortable bed place after all, so I sat there and waited for someone to show up. It seems like it's not a motel, but a place where the poor and the outcast live on a monthly rental basis.

 

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A long time later, a rough-looking man with only two front teeth left who looks like in his forties in a cowboy hat and a woman appear in an old pickup truck. When I approach and ask him, he says there is no vacancy. I look around and see a laundromat, so I ask him if I can sleep there, and he asks for ten dollars. He's not even a houseowner, but he asks for money. I say I'll give him five dollars, but he asks for seven dollars. The man who got the money joks to me "It's cold at night, so it'll be warm if you sleep with this woman.", and the woman also asks me with her smile, "What are you going to do with me?" Come to think of it, it doesn't seem like a joke. At one glance, it looks like people who are addicted to drugs or alcohol. I stare them with no word, then they disappear somewhere with seven dollars, humming and driving the truck . It was the first encounter with the sad side of life of the Indians.

 

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I get tap water from the laundry room, wash roughly, and take spam, donuts, and a peach can for dinner. Now there is only such emergency food, no more. Spam or beef cans get oil tangled when I open the lid. There is no way to cook because there is no gas, any more. I am so hungry so I want to eat as they are, but they do not pass down the throat. But I try to swallow them, thinking that if I don't even eat, I'll die. The canned peaches are sweet of a kind and easily carried down through the neck.

 

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There is wind in the desert, too. There blows when high and low pressure meet. Perhaps the desert winds may be rougher. The wind never fails to blow between the time of sunrising and 10 a.m.

heating the cold night air in the desert to some extent. Most books on American history begin with Columbus' discovery of the New World. For the Indians, the most severe wind would be the frenzy that Columbus discovered this land. The crazy wind has uprooted the lives of the Indians and blown away. From heaven to hell.....

 

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Living as villagers of heaven in this beautiful and fertile land, they had no reason to distinguish mine from yours. There was no need to create a powerful man because they do not need a nation to defend or take away, no need to write down history by creating letters, and no need to make laws and live in the web of the law. We consider the society of the rule of law as the best, but the Indian society in which they could live well without law was the best. The white people took away deftly by means of law all from the Indians who didn¡¯t know the law because they didn¡¯t need it. U.S. history refuses to answer how 100 million people who lived in paradise have disappeared close to extinction.

 

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It is said that the Indians believed that the earth was a living creature. They believed that the earth was the mother and that all natural elements, such as rocks, trees and rivers, possessed their own vitality and soul. The land was the home of the Indian life and everything. It was a lifeline and a source of sanctity and spirituality that gave everything necessary for life. They lived in a way how on the ground, production and disposal were connected in a circular way to form a circular structure. Nature has always been abundant, because they consumed the least, saved as much as they can and returned it to nature.

 

±×·¸°Ô dz¿ä·Ó°í ÆòÈ­·Î¿î ÀÚ¿¬¿¡¼­ »ì´ø Àεð¾ðµéÀÌ Ã´¹ÚÇÑ ÀÌ·± ¶¥À¸·Î À¯¹è¸¦ ¿Í¼­ »õ»ï È¿À²°ú ¼Óµµ¸¦ Áß½ÃÇÏ¸ç °æÀïÇÏ´Â »îÀ» »ì±â¿¡´Â ±×µéÀº À¯ÀüÀÚ°¡ ´Ù¸¥ »ç¶÷µéÀÌ´Ù. Àεð¾ð »çȸ´Â ³¡¾øÀÌ µ¹°í µµ´Â ¿øÀÇ ¼¼°èÀÌ´Ù. ¿øÀº ¾ðÁ¦³ª ÀÖ´ø ÀÚ¸®·Î µÇµ¹¾Æ°£´Ù. Çϴðú ¶¥°ú žçÀº µÕ±¼´Ù. ±×µé¿¡°Ô ³«¿øÀÇ ÀÏºÎ¶óµµ µ¹·ÁÁÙ ¼ö´Â ¾øÀ»±î?

The indians, who had lived in such rich and peaceful nature and were forced to move and live in exile in this barren land, have different genes from the society of competing each other with efficiency and speed. Indian society is a world of a circle that rolls on endlessly. The circle always returns to the place where it was. The sky, the earth, and the sun are round. Can't America give them back any part of the paradise?

 

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There's only one motel in Peach Spring, and I just passed it because it's beyond my budget. My tight budget was the first consideration in deciding what to eat and where to sleep. I was rather enjoying this poor situation because such the constraint of this insufficient budget seemed to make me stronger. As I was passing by, I found someone working on something in the yard, and asked if I could put up a tent in his yard. He says, ¡°This is not my house, but my sister¡¯s. So I will call her and ask.¡± Any house in an Indian reservation cannot have a tree or a flower garden. It was a brick house on a roof with tin or slate. It was like an ant nest that lived in the desert. His sister told to do so, so I set up a tent next to the dog's house, but the dog just sleeps till a stranger comes in and finishes setting up the tent. When I asked him if the dog was sick, he said no. He usually sleep without knowing the world. When I open the can of beef stew and begin to eat it for dinner, the dog smells the meat and wakes up half, wiggles his tail, and comes up to my side. I thought it¡¯s better to share food with him to make my bed easier tonight.

 

 

 

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ÀÏÂï ÀáÀ» ûÇÏ·Á´Âµ¥ ÀÏ °¬´Ù µ¹¾Æ¿À´Â ±× Áý µþ ¸¶ºñ½º Mavis°¡ ³» ¼Õ¼ö·¹¿¡ ´Þ¸° űر⸦ ¾Ë¾Æº¸°í´Â µé¾î¿Í¼­ Â÷ ÇÑ ÀÜÇ϶ó°í ÅÙÆ® ¹Û¿¡¼­ ¸»À» °Ç³Ù´Ù. ¡°¾È³çÇϼ¼¿ä!¡±ÇÏ°í Á¤È®ÇÑ Çѱ¹¸»·Î Àλ縦 ÇÏ´Â ±×³à´Â ¿Õ¹ß¿ï¸¸ÇÑ ´«¿¡ Àεð¾ð º¸Á¶°³±îÁö À־ ±Í¿©¿ö º¸¿´´Ù. µé¾î°¡´Ï Àεð¾ð ÀüÅë »§À̶ó´Â ÈĶóÀÌ ºê·¡µå±îÁö Áغñ¸¦ Çسõ¾Ò´Ù. µû²öÇÑ Â÷°¡ ¸ñÁ¥À» Ÿ°í ³Ñ¾î°¡¸ç ¸¶À½±îÁö ´þÇôÁØ´Ù. Àεð¾ð ÀÎÇüó·³ ´«¸Á¿ïÀÌ ¿µ·ÕÇÑ Àεð¾ð ¼Ò³àÀÇ Ç¥Á¤Àº ÀÜ¶à »ó±â µÇ¾ú´Ù. »ç¸·±îÁö ã¾Æ¿Â Çѱ¹ ¼Õ´ÔÀ» ÇÑ·ù ½ºÅ¸¸¦ ¿¬»óÇϸ鼭 ±ØÁøÇÏ°Ô ´ëÁ¢ÇÏ´Â µíÇÏ´Ù. ¼Ò³à´Â ³»°Ô À̵¿°ÇÀ» ¹°¾îº¸¾Ò´Ù. À嵿°ÇÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó À̵¿°ÇÀ» ¹°¾îº¸´Â °ÍÀÌ Á¶±Ý ÀÌ»óÇÏ´Ù°í »ý°¢ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±× ¸¸Å­ Æø³Ð°Ô ÇÑ·ù½ºÅ¸µéÀ» ¾Ë°í ÀÖ¾ú´Ù. ³ª´Â ÂüÀ¸·Î ´ÙÇàÈ÷ À̵¿°ÇÀº ¾Ë¾ÒÁö¸¸ ´Ù¸¥ ÀþÀº °¡¼ö¸¦ ¹°¾îº¼ ¶§´Â ½Ã¿øÇÑ ´ë´äÀ» ¸øÇØÁ־ Â÷¿Í »§ °ªÀ» ¸øÇÑ °Í °°¾Æ¼­ ¹Ì¾ÈÇß´Ù. ¹æ ¾È¿¡¼­´Â ¾Æ±î ±× ³²ÀÚ°¡ µå·¯´©¿ö¼­ À̼ҷæÀÇ ¹«Çù¿µÈ­¸¦ º¸°í ÀÖ¾ú´Ù. ±×³à´Â ³»°Ô Çѱ¹ÀÇ µå¶ó¸¶³ª °¡¼öµéÀ» ¹°¾îº¸°í, ³ª´Â ±×³àÀÇ ¾î¸Ó´Ï¿¡°Ô ÀÌ°ÍÀú°Í Àεð¾ðµéÀÇ »ýÈ°À» ¹°¾îº¸¾Ò´Ù.

I am going to sleep early, then Marvis, the daughter of the owner of this house, who comes back from work recognizes the Korean flag on my cart and asks me to come in the room and have a cup of tea. She greets me rightly in Korean language, ¡°Annyounghaseyo? or How are you?¡±. She looks cute because she has bright eyes and an Indian dimple in the face. When I entered the room, she even prepared a fried Brad called Indian traditional bread. Warm tea flows through the throat of the neck, warming the heart. The Indian girl with eyes as bright as an Indian doll was excited. She seems to be treating Korean guest who has come to the desert with extreme care, thinking of hallyu stars or Korean pop stars. The girl asked me about Lee Dong-gun. I think it's a little strange to ask for Lee Dong-gun, not Jang Dong-gun, but they knew hallyu or Korean pop stars so widely. I was very fortunate to know Lee Dong-gun, but when she asked other young singers, I felt sorry that I couldn't pay for tea and bread because I couldn't give her a cool answer. In the room, the man was lying down and watching Bruce Lee's martial arts movie. She asked me about Korean dramas and singers, and I asked her mother about this and that on Indian life.

 

±×³à´Â ÈǶóÆÄÀÌ ºÎÁ·ÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï°í ´Ù¸¥ ºÎÁ·Àε¥ ³²ÆíÀÌ ÈǶóÆÄÀÌ ºÎÁ·À̶ó°í ÇÑ´Ù. 6³â Àü¿¡ ½ÅÀåÀÌ ¾È ÁÁ¾Æ Å·¸Ç¿¡ ÀÖ´Â º´¿ø¿¡ ´Ù´Ï±â °¡±î¿ö¼­ À̸®·Î À̻縦 Çß°í ³²ÆíÀº 15³â ÇüÀ» ¼±°í ¹Þ¾Æ ¿¬¹æ ±³µµ¼Ò¿¡ Àִµ¥ ¾Æ¸¶ Á×±â Àü¿¡ ´Ù½Ã ¸ø º¼ °Í °°´Ù°í ¸»Çϸ鼭 ´«½Ã¿ïÀ» Àû½Å´Ù. µþÀº ¹¹ ±×·± ¸»±îÁö ´Ù ÇÏ³Ä°í ´«À» Èê±ä´Ù. ³ª´Â ¹«½¼ Á˸¦ Áö¾ú³Ä°í ¹°À» ¼öµµ ¾ø°í ´Ù¸¸ ÀÌ °¡Á¤¿¡µµ ±¤Ç³ÀÌ Áö³ª°¬±¸³ª »ý°¢Çß´Ù.

She says she is not a Hualapai tribe, but another tribe, and her husband is a hualapai tribe. She has a bad kidney, so she moved here six years ago because it was close to a hospital in Kingman, and her husband is in a federal prison, being sentenced to 15 years in prison and she probably won't see her husband again before she dies. She sheds tears while talking. The daughter looks at her mother as if scolding her why she says such a thing like that. I can't ask what sin he's committed, but I thought there was a frenzy going on in this family, too.

 

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I felt sorry for my ignorance of K-pop, which I couldn't elaborate on the hallyu or Korean pop stars that Mavis was curious about. Instead, I made up a little bit of what had disappointed her with my clumsy Psy's horse-dancing performance. And I am very grateful that my poor trip has given me this rich and precious connection that I cannot enjoy on a rich trip. The Indian girl told me to sleep in the room because it was cold outside, but I said I'd just sleep outside. I hugged the girl and her mother lightly, thinking that the Mongoloid gene would remain in their bodies.......

 

Àεð¾ð ¾ð¾î¿¡´Â Á¾±³¸¦ ¶æÇÏ´Â ´Ü¾î°¡ ¾ø´Ù°í ÇÑ´Ù. »î ÀÚü°¡ Á¾±³À̱⠶§¹®ÀÌ´Ù. ±×µéÀÇ »î ÀÚü°¡ ¼¼»ó ¸ðµç °ÍÀ» ¿¬°áÇØÁÖ´Â Á¤·ÉÀ» Âù¾çÇÏ°í ±× ¼º½º·¯¿î °ü°è¸¦ ²÷ÀÓ¾øÀÌ È®ÀÎÇÏ´Â ÀÏÀ̾ú´Ù. ±×·¯´Ï ¹ýÀÌ ¾ø¾îµµ »ýÈ°Àº ÀýÁ¦µÇ°í °æ°ÇÇß´Ù. Àεð¾ðµéÀÇ Ä¡À¯ÀǽÄÀº Çö´ëÀÇÇÐÀÌ Áõ»óÄ¡·á¿¡ ¸Å´Þ¸° °Íº¸´Ù ´õ ±Ùº»ÀûÀÌ´Ù. ¸ðµç º´Àº ¿µÈ¥°ú À°Ã¼ÀÇ ÇÕÀÏÀÌ ±ú¾îÁø °ÍÀ¸·Î º´ÀÇ Ä¡·á´Â ÇÕÀÏÀÇ È¸º¹À¸·Î º¸¾Ò´Ù. ½ÇÁ¦·Î Çö´ëÀÇÇеµ Àü¿°º´À» Á¦¿ÜÇÑ ¸ðµç º´À» ¸¶À½ÀÇ º´À¸·ÎºÎÅÍ ¿Â´Ù´Â µ¥ µ¿ÀÇÇÏ°í ÀÖ´Ù.

It is said that there is no word for religion in Indian language. It is because their life itself is their religion. Their life itself was to praise the spirit that connected everything in the world and to constantly confirm its sacred relationship. So even without the law, their life was restrained and pious. The Indian healing ritual is more fundamental than modern medicine that only struggles on symptom therapy. They thought that all diseases were broken by the unity of the soul and the body, and that the treatment of the disease was a recovery of the unity. In fact, modern medicine agrees that all diseases except infectious diseases come from diseases of the mind.

 

±Ç·ÂÀ» ¸¸µå´Â °ÍÀÌ ½È¾î¼­, ºÎÀÇ µ¶Á¡ÀÌ ½È¾î¼­ ±¹°¡¸¦ ¸¸µéÁö ¾Ê¾Ò´ø Àεð¾ðµéÀÇ Àκ»ÁÖÀÇ¿Í ¿ì¸®ÀÇ È«ÀÍÀΰ£ Á¤½ÅÀÌ ¸¸³ª¸é õ¹ÎÀÚº»ÁÖÀǸ¦ ´ëüÇÏ´Â ¾Ùºó ÅäÇ÷¯°¡ ¡®ºÎÀÇ ¹Ì·¡¡¯¶õ Ã¥¿¡¼­ ¿¹ÃøÇÑ ¹Ì·¡ÀÇ »çȸ°¡ µÇÁö ¾Ê°Ú³ª »ý°¢À» ÇÑ´Ù. ³ª´Â Á¸ ·¹³íÀÇ ¡®À̸ÅÁø imagine¡¯À̶ó´Â ³ë·¡¸¦ Áß¾ó°Å¸®¸ç Àεð¾È º¸È£±¸¿ªÀ» °è¼Ó ´Þ¸°´Ù : ¡°±¹°¡°¡ ¾ø´Â ¼¼»óÀ» »ó»óÇØ ºÁ¿ä! ¾î·ÆÁö ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä. ¼­·Î Á×ÀÏ Àϵµ ¾ø°í ¹«¾ùÀ» À§ÇØ Á×À» Àϵµ ¾ø°ÚÁö¿ä. Á¾±³µµ ¾ø°í¿ä, ¸ðµç »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ÇÔ²² ÆòÈ­·Ó°Ô »ì¾Æ°¡´Â °ÍÀ» »ó»óÇغ¸¼¼¿ä, ´ç½ÅÀº ³¯ À̻󰡶ó ºÎ¸¦ Áöµµ ¸ð¸£°Ú³×¿ä, ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ª¸¸ ±×·± °ÍÀº ¾Æ´Ï¶ø´Ï´Ù . ¾ðÁ¨°¡ ´ç½Åµµ µ¿ÂüÇÏ±æ ¹Ù·¡¿ä, ±×·¯¸é ¼¼»óÀº Çϳª°¡ µÇ¾î »ì¾Æ °¡°ÚÁÒ~~~¡±

When the humanism of Indians, who did not create the nation because they did not like the monopoly of wealth meet, and the human spirit of ¡°Devotion to the Welfare and Happiness for the Humankind¡± or ¡°Korean Hongik-Ingan¡± meet, it will become the society of the future as Alvin Toffler, who predicted in the book "The Future of Wealth." replacing replaces poor capitalism, I thought while running in the Indian reservation. I continue to run through Indian reservation, muttering John Lenon¡¯s song ¡°Imagine¡± :

¡° Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for And no religion, too

 

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace...

 

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

 

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will live as one

 

¿Ö ÄݷζóµµÀÇ °­¹°Àº ÁÖÀ§ÀÇ »ç¸·À» Àû½ÃÁö ¸øÇÒ±î ±Ã±ÝÇØÁø´Ù. ³ª´Â ¾ðÁ¦ºÎÅÏ°¡ °­À» ¸¸³ª¸é ¹ßÀ» °­¿¡ ´ã°¡ ¹ßÀ» »¡´ë»ï¾Æ °­ÀÇ »ý¸íÀÇ ±â¿îÀ» »¡¾Æ¿Ã¸®´Â ÀǽÄÀ» Ä¡¸£°ï Çß´Ù. °­Àº »ý¸íÀ» ºÎ¸£°í ±â´Ù¸®¸ç À×ÅÂÇÏ°í Å°¿ì´Â °÷À̾î¾ß ÇÑ´Ù°í »ý°¢ ÇÑ´Ù. »ç¸·À» Àû½ÃÁö ¸øÇÏ´Â °­¿¡ ¹ßÀ» ´ã±×Áö ¾Ê¾Ò´Ù.

I wonder why Colorado River¡¯s waters can't soak up the surrounding deserts. I used to have a ritual of dipping my feet into the river and sucking up the energy of the river's life from a long time ago time when I meet a river. I think the river should be a place to call for life, wait for it, give birth, and raise it. This time, I didn't dip my feet into a river that couldn't wet the desert.

 

 

by Kang Myong-ku

translated by Song In-yeup

 

 

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