Black Hawk (1) (1767–1838)

Reading this served as a sort of coda to a history I read of the War of 1812. The resolution of that war began with the British proposing a Native American buffer state between themselves and the burgeoning United States that would have changed the face of the North American map forever. Black Hawk's dictated memoir is a sad portrait of what happened instead. Couched in politeness he outlines the travesties and injustices perpetrated against his people as they were sacrificed to Manifest show more Destiny.

This memoir was the first widespread perspective shared among whites from the native side and came directly on the heels of Black Hawk's famed tour of many US cities, but appears to have had little influence or at least none that extended to the political sphere. The destruction of the 500 Nations continued to be viewed as something inevitable, like a fad passing out of style rather than outright theft, racism and massacre. This memoir is not entirely faultless, ending on a sour note as Black Hawk outlines his opinion of what can be done to control the black slave population. Apparently he didn't see the parallels between another oppressed people and his own. show less

On the one hand, a fantastic document; Black Hawk's autobiography (in reality, more an extended interview) from the stories of his grandfather who met the first French colonists in Canada, to his decision to make a stand against the United States after having one too many deals disregarded and his people gunned down under parliamentary flag, to his defeat. As a first-hand account, it's invaluable, and paints a much-needed counternarrative to the traditional view - which, yeah, has become show more much more commonplace over the last 50 years or so, but this was written and published THEN, making it even clearer that the contemporary view of Native Americans as "savages" was little more than wishful thinking; all the evidence to the contrary was easily available if they wanted it. Black Hawk's analysis of the colonial attitude is, occasionally, still frighteningly applicable.

Bad and cruel as our people were treated by the whites, not one of them was hurt or molested by our band. (...) The whites [who were settling on his land] were complaining at the same time that we were intruding upon their rights. They made it appear that they were the injured party, and we the intruders. They called loudly to the great war chief to protect their property.

How smooth must be the language of the whites, when they can make right look like wrong, and wrong like right.

On the other hand, Black Hawk lost more than just land, people, and a war. While his translator and biographer no doubt were sympathetic to him and did their job as fairly as was possible, there's still the feeling that not only do they still play up stereotypes (positive ones rather than negative, but still) and as one commenter has said, use the noble defeated warrior to make white people feel good about themselves. But above all they rob him of his language. After he's filtered through two well-meaning 19th century gentlemen writing for their audience, he comes out speaking like a Dickens character. Couple this with the decision to present his story as one long monologue, unedited and without contextualisation, and this rare authentic story looks curiously inauthentic and inaccessible to a modern reader. I find myself wanting to go back in time and hand the translator a tape recorder, so it'll be possible for someone in a future where people actually want to read Black Hawk's own words to retranslate the book.

The Gutenberg edition helps this somewhat by not only containing Black Hawk's own story but also a number of appendices about the Black Hawk War. It also adds some unfortunate proofreading errors, though, such as the US ordering Black Hawk to "buy the hatchet", which, um... show less

More than anything I've ever read about Native American history, Black Hawk's autobiography gave me a sense of how strange and violent a period the late 18th/early 19th century was in the upper Midwest. What hit me here as revelatory was the utter crowded-ness of this supposed wilderness, where there was an ever-changing confusion of alliances and feuds, and where friends could become enemies overnight, and where English and American and French and Sauk and Cherokee and Osage and Chippewa show more all met with unexpected frequency, in places far from any familiar sense of community, and where they might be faced at any moment with the choice to either kill one another, or pass on, or something in between.

A fascinating, harrowing window into this confused and tragic part of history. show less

“I explained to them the manner the British and Americans fought. Instead of stealing upon each other, and taking every advantage to kill the enemy and save their own people, as we do, (which, with us, is considered good policy in a war chief,) they marched out, in open daylight, and fight, regardless of the number of warriors they may lose! After the battle is over, they retire to feast, and drink wine, as if nothing had happened; after which, they make a statement in writing, of what show more they have done – each party claiming the victory! and neither giving an account of half the number that have been killed on their own side. They all fought like braves, but would not do to lead a war party with us. Our maxim is, “to kill the enemy and save our own men.” Those chiefs would do to paddle a canoe, but not to steer it.” (page 20)

Firsthand account from Black Hawk. Originally published in 1834.

Shines a light on many weaknesses of that time that still exist today:
Inability to see how actions affect others.
Projecting problems unto others in an unbalanced way.
Making oneself out to be the victim.
Unworthy entitlement to land ownership. show less