Pilgrimage

As the only member of the family (that I know of) to have made a pilgrimage to the land of our fathers, I feel an obligation to share my experiences. For those readers who are not family members, you probably already guessed this (based on my feather-light feet, my antelope-like quickness, and my keen hunting instincts), but I am part Native American. Yes, it is true. My family descends from the Indian princess Pocahontas, daughter of the great chief Powhatan. We have suffered some persecution because of this noble ancestry. When Amber told her elementary school teacher that she was related to Pocahontas, her teacher ridiculed her, and, since that scarring incident, Amber has ridiculed the rest of us for our 'foolish belief in the traditions of our fathers.' Still, many of us remain proud of our noble heritage.


A couple of summers ago, I went with Katie's family to the D.C./Williamsburg area, as Katie's dad had some meetings back there. We saw the sights in D.C. and spent a day in Williamsburg (which is one of the coolest places I've been). But we also went to Jamestown, the first successful settlement in the New World. It was there that our noble grandmother pled wither her father, the great Chief Powhatan, to spare the lives of the settlers. It is beautiful country. The marsh grass is green, and the trees are as ancient as the stars. I can only imagine how beautiful it was before the white man scarred the land with his buildings made of stone and steel. It had a familiar feeling, like a place you would go to in a vision quest. It felt like coming home, and I felt my blood running strong that day, like a herd of bison.


We heard the tour guide speak of the hardships suffered by the settlers. There was a statue of Pocahontas that had been erected in her honor. I had to laugh that the white man chose to memorialize her with cold, hard materials (the same cold, hard materials that they had used to drive the Native Americans from their native lands). Still, I appreciated the gesture of the statute, and I paid homage to these great people, my ancestors.


But what may have been most rewarding was the validation of my family's claim to being descendants of this great tribe. Next to the statue, there was a sign describing Pocahontas' life. It explains her intercession between the settlers and her father, her marriage to John Rolfe, her trip to England, her return back to America, the death of her only daughter, and the survival of her only son. The sign concludes by noting that many Americans claim to descend from Pocahontas through this son. I interpreted this to mean that my family's claim was not some romantic dream created to excite the imagination of the children in the family, but a legitimate ancestral claim.