Blog #15

Ms. Silko,

First of all, I respect your heritage and the passion you show for it.  But I think your argument is flawed.  The Border Patrol is in place to protect the United States from illegal immigrants, drug smuggling and cartels, and human trafficking among other various things.  It is not a “war on Indian America.”  When you were pulled over by the Border Patrol that night on your way home from Albuquerque, the Border Patrol officers were just doing their job.  Yes, they may seem tough and on edge, but that should be expected of men who regularly deal with drug cartels and human trafficking.  You should give them a chance and not compare them to the murderous Argentine military officers who are in no way comparable to American Border Patrol.  They were trying to protect the highways so that less dead bodies scatter beside them; not assign you to be one of them.  Had you been following the law, you would have had nothing to worry about.  But instead you were carrying “medicinal” marijuana.  With some quick research I found that medicinal marijuana has only been legal in New Mexico for about Five years, which means your marijuana that night was illegal.  Those officers should have arrested you that night; but they let you go.  I also find it highly disrespectful of you to assume that the all Border Patrol officers possess “murderous impulses” based on one secluded incident.  I am also not persuaded by your other examples as arguments.  The confused 73-year-old man who was pulled over at a routine road block who was so rattled that he had to be driven home by his daughter, maybe he shouldn’t have been driving alone in the first place.  You are correct that the Border Patrol discriminates on people of color. But, you know what?  It’s mostly people of color illegally crossing the border and it’s people of color in the cartels. Why wouldn’t they discriminate? I’m not sorry Ms. Silko but you will not get any sympathy from me.

Sincerely,

Andrew Mueller

Blog #14

If I were a soldier in Cross’s unit, I would make sure to carry a few extra pairs of socks. I remember hearing horror stories from my old football coach about how he got trench foot while deployed and how he always told us to make sure we had extra socks for games played in rainy weather. The next thing I would carry is my Swiss Army knife that was passed on to me by my grandfather.  It is a standard multi-tool knife that had been issued to my grandfather when he enlisted in the army. Because my grandfather had a college education, and took an administration job with the army, he was never deployed and the knife is still in its original box. I would also carry my favorite and pistol since it would feel the most familiar during the stressing times at war. I am also a strong believer in the theory that you are only as strong as your weakest link. So I would carry the responsibility of making sure that everyone in my unit was as best prepared as possible. I would not literally carry the weakest person, but I would make sure I did everything I could to foster strength and growth in that person.  I guess I would also carry assorted medicines from pain meds and sleeping pills to stimulants, I hear from friends who have been to Afghanistan and Iraq that they come in pretty handy. Also if there was someone special in my life I would carry something to symbolize her importance to me.  I know it is bad for you but I would also have to carry a can of tobacco at all times to relieve a little stress or give me that extra edge in times of need. These are just a few things that I can think of right now, but there would be many more or different things depending of my set of circumstances.

Journal #13

When I first started reading “The School Days of an Indian Girl,” my first reaction was that there was no way that this story resembles the American Dream. The “Civilizing” School sounds to me like pure hell. It was a place where the Indian girls could not express themselves and individuality was frowned upon. The sentence, “for now I was only one of many little animals driven by a herder” expressed how the girls were all forced to be the same. The episode where the girls are creatively playing in the snow and summoned inside the school for discipline again reinforces how individual expression is frowned upon. But as I kept reading, through the part about the girl choosing to attend college against her mother’s will, I realized that this could fit in as an American Dream. This girl had not wanted to become civilized at first. But once she realized the power of education, she extended her education and even went on to win first place in an oratorical contest. This girl realized what she wanted and worked hard at it to get it; and I will call that an American Dream.

Journal #12

"A thick slice of bread covered with molasses was usually the sole article of our supper, and we were sometimes ingenious, if not over honest, in our search for food: if we could beg something of the cook it was the easier way; but if not, anything eatable left within our reach was surely confiscated."

This is my favorite sentence from the reading. At first glance, it seems like a sentence someone would normally just read, not analyze. But I took this sentence as a cue to trust the author. Honesty stands out to me the most. There is an admittance presented in a very subtle way. The author is telling us that she is not perfect, but in a way that allows the audience to relate and trust her.