Native American Religions
5
True story. Stark and I befriended an elder from the Badger Clan at Hopi and lived with them for a few months up on the Second Mesa. We were invited to their holiest of ceremonies, Niman, which ends six months of dancing for rain. After the big dance, the Kachinas...their benign gods...head back to their home inside of the San Francisco Mountains, southwest of the Mesas, near Flagstaff. That night, we were sitting in the RV, relaxing, when we heard a tap at the window. We pulled back the curtains and there were several young Hopi children with their faces pressed against the glass.
"Don't come outside tonight!" they whispered.
"Why?" we asked.
"Because the Ogres are out!"
In Hopi culture, the parents do not discipline their children. The Uncles have this privilege. Hopi are known for their long memories and this is one of the reasons why. When a child misbehaves, the Uncles are told about it and they keep a list...all year long. On this particular night, an Uncle dresses up as the Kachina Ogre and pays the family a visit. Hopi are short people, but when they dress as Kachinas, they get up near the 7-foot range. The Ogre mask dons a large, fanged, wolf-like mouth and they carry vicious weapons like cleavers, knives and axes.
Meanwhile, Mom has been cooking up a storm for the last few days, which comes into play a little later on. On the night the Katchina Ogres are out...there comes a pounding at the door. Mom answers and there looms the Ogre.
"Where's the boy!" he growls.
Mom brings the child to the door and puts him, or her in front of the Ogre.
"You've been BAD! You hit your sister! You stole a ball! You lied to your mother! I'M GOING TO EAT YOU!"
The child has no idea who this is and is, most likely, standing in a puddle by now, as the Ogre growls and wields his weapons. Mother begs for mercy. The child cries in mortal terror. All in vain. The Ogre makes his move and Mom steps in...begging him to spare her child's life. The Ogre won't relent and Mom keeps bargaining until they believe that they have made their point and the Ogre, eventually, walks away with all of the food that Mom has been preparing and somewhere, the Ogres gather for a nice feast and won't be seen for another year.
I knew about this beforehand and on a previous visit one of our bicycle tires was missing. And I knew that our friend's son had something to do with it. But, I didn't want to get him into trouble, so I sat down with the Mother (she is from the Half Moon Forehead Rising Clan) and told her that we hade a problem...that a very mischevious bicycle tire had decided to go off on an adventure. It turned out that the tire had been thrown into an aunt's pickup truck, had made a 140 mile round trip and was waiting for us the next morning. No one got in trouble.
If you ever want to feel out of your element, go up to the Mesas for the end of Niman...where Hopi dogs own the night and you can see the silhouettes of Ogres lurking around. Stay inside.