Ryan Smith Something Old, Something New
All writing conceived under the heavy shadow
of a culture which commands either conformity or invisibility deals with, at
some level, a painful, competing dualism. Cultures, being as incredibly complex
and rich as they are, are not a single expression of belief, but a myriad of
faiths, contradictions, and paradoxes; a person caught in between even just
two—and there are usually more than two competing—is pulled from many directions
at once, as if by horses. The human mind desires simplicity of thought and
freedom from the raucous demands of contradictory ideas—it wants peace and
quiet. There doesn’t seem to be a clear method for resolving this tension,
however, as a step in any cultural direction only excludes and replaces former
ways of being. But people don’t often live like this, torn between existential
realities and social commitments—not for long, anyway; they find a way to
resolve the problem, or they create
resolution themselves. A number of our post-midterm authors rethink in this
manner, and the simplicity of the switch is surprising: one merely learns to see
through or beyond the cultural barriers which maze us into hazy confusion.
The notion of a meta-identity, or even a
non-identity from a certain perspective, relates to course objective four, all
subsections included, which asks us to consider “the minority dilemma of
assimilation or resistance—i.e., do you fight or join the culture that oppressed
you? What balance do minorities strike between economic benefits and personal or
cultural sacrifices?” The subheadings bring in useful complexities: 4a asks
students to “identify the ‘new American’” who is an amalgamation of cultural
forces, and 4b brings up the erroneous American belief in “pure, separate, and
permanent identities” in the face of obvious the blending and transformation of
cultures. All of these questions and thought experiments work together to help
us understand how minority writers—and the people they represent—manage
resolving the assimilation/resistance problem. It’s interesting to note that
assimilation usually offers “economic benefits” whereas traditional/minority
cultures offer actual cultural
content. Consider Frida Kahlo’s “Self-Portrait on the Borderline Between Mexico
and the United States”—the Mexican side of the painting is mysterious, spiritual
and ancient, whereas the American side is blatant, sterile, and industrial.
Despite the contradictions, Frida stands on the border, not exclusively Mexican
or American, but formed from and influenced by each. She is a face and facet of
the new American, and she is living proof that cultures are not dormant or
perpetual, but constantly shifting and blending together.
Cultural blending can be traced back, in the
literature of the course, as far as Native American origin stories. While
presenting these stories, in the hopes of inspiring class discussion, I often
brought to attention Native willingness to understand creation myths from
multiple perspectives, a technique which throws Western ideas of objective,
static truth to the wind. Several of these stories not only admitted variance
among their own people, but the possibility of spiritual relativism regarding
whites as well. Black Elk embodies this flexibility in both his narration to
Neidhardt and in his later years as a Catholic. Our class struggled, as critics
and readers have done since the work’s publication, with the incongruity between
these two spiritual lives, which seem so exclusive—some arguing that his
conversion was for simply a mechanism for leading his people safety into the
inevitability of Western culture, others claiming that Neidhardt was dishonestly
selective about his presentation of Black Elk’s words. Neither option is
entirely satisfying, because each refuses to take the idea of
syncretism seriously. Arguments often
mention the term lightly, almost by obligation, but few consider that Black
Elk’s post-Catholicism beliefs may have been something distinct from either
system. Those invested in a particular belief frequently attempt to claim human
souls for their side—he was a Christian, clearly!—but an honest answer does away
with generalities and gets at the details and complexities of human experience.
With a limited amount of records, it may never be possible to pin Black Elk on
one tradition or another conclusively, but if readers remember the flexibility
of his spiritual traditions, and honor the wisdom of his words and life, such
games become unnecessary and juvenile.
Spiritual epiphanies are essential to two of
our Mexican-American texts, and both Cisneros and Anaya examine ways in which
minority people can make something new from the ruins of their traditional lives
and from the Western society they find themselves inextricably linked to. Tony’s
struggle with religious traditions, and with nonbelief, are the backbone of the
novel, though there is somewhat of a reversal here; Catholicism, forced onto
Central American people originally, has had enough time to become the cultural
and social norm/tradition; indigenous beliefs, revealed in part by Ultima (who
is a blend herself) and more clearly by Cico’s golden carp religion, have become
subversive, or at least unspoken. Tony’s doubt ultimately manifests itself in a
desire for spiritual revitalization: “If the old religion could no longer answer
the questions of children then perhaps it was time to change it” (248). The “old
religion” is Catholicism, but as his dreams reveal to him, religious resolution
lies not in one tradition or another, but in a meta-religion which freely
borrows and rejects from the old ways and becomes something with spiritual
strength all its own. Cisneros has a penitent mirror this revelation in “Little
Miracles, Kept Promises,” when a woman realizes that the all aspects of
spiritual fulfillment and religious devotion are
one, that the separations imposed by
dogma are arbitrary and impermanent, and that her discovered harmony isn’t
abstract or ethereal but present and embodied within herself. As with Frida, the
individual resolves cultural contradictions by reimagining culture itself, and
by consciously ignoring the borders which senselessly separate us.
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