Frank Black - Humboldt County Massacre
Noble — Fri, 06/19/2009 - 03:04
Frank Black (Pixies, Frank Black and the Catholics) sings about the Indian Island Massacre, when the Wiyot tribe was almost eradicated and the local (pro-business, pro-logging) papers called them a bunch of savages that deserved to die. It took a courageous writer to really break the story, who was driven out to San Francisco.
The Wiyot now are small in number, and struggling to hold onto their traditions, but their voice is still strong. In recent years, the city of Eureka has returned the sacred Indian Island ceremonial ground to the Wiyot.
The Wiyot threw their shells away
Until that pile became a mound
And that became their hallowed ground
On an island in what became Humboldt Bay
Then there came some prominent men
From New England and Maritimes
They sold the island to a German
But even Robert Gunter found it was a crime
Robert Gunther found the Wiyot dead
Axes cut them to the bones
They didn't know the county paper said
That splitting skulls in Humboldt was a rite de passage
The people sided with the axemen toughs
The criticizers they were all run off
They called Eureka Murderville
For the children, women, old men that were killed
And in the sky above that town
A cloud of steam makes it seem darker
They didn't even put a marker
Near the papermill and shanty oh so brown
Robert Gunter found the Wiyot dead
Axes cut them to the bones
They didn't know the county paper said
That splitting skulls in Humboldt was a rite de passage
That crossing the bar was a rite de passage
Then I took a look around. I saw city halls, courthouses, houses of parliament, churches, schools, and universities by the hundreds and thousands. I saw systems – systems for managing the land, the air, and the water; systems for managing human behavior; systems for managing religion; systems for managing learning; systems for managing food, shelter, clothing; systems for managing love and procreation: a vast complex of carefully engineered systems. I saw millions of people working, not for themselves, but for someone else. I saw millions of people doing, not what they themselves want to do, but what someone else wants them to do. I saw the depressing evidence of a people who have externalized and institutionalized – in fact, have tried to standardize – the very nature of humanity. I saw a whole people who’ve lost the way of life and in its place have built a mechanical monster which does most of their hard work, carries their decisions, says their prayers, transports them, “informs” them, entertains them, and controls the people it serves, absolutely. I also saw that the monster, unable to manage itself, was running wild, totally out of control, ripping the land to pieces, spreading poisons, filling the air with filth, dumping garbage and shit in the rivers and lakes and oceans. I saw all that, and I saw the people, millions of them, crowded together in cities, living side by side in towns, villages, rural areas. But I didn’t see a single community.
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