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Low Man On The Totem Pole

Much like pow-wow, this is another phrase that is not only over-used by modern society, but it’s misused.

When someone is described as the “low man on the totem pole,” it’s means that they’re below everyone else on the pole, thereby somehow making them less important.

This reminds me of a story that my Haisla friend, Ab, once told me. There’s a story in a book called Tales of Kitamaat called “The Chilakoons”. In this story, three boys kill a frog and have a curse placed on them by his mother as a result. One boy survived long enough to go home and tell his people what happened and after doing so, the boy dropped dead. The village then went up in flames, much like the poor frog, and everyone in the village died except one little girl who was found by a hunting party from a nearby village. When the girl told the chief about what happened to her people, he decided to turn the staff that the old lady was carrying into a totem pole. This pole consisted of: a frog, a halibut, and a man. Can you guess what was on the bottom of the pole?

That’s right: the frog.

So is the frog the least important character in the story? Would the story exist if not for the frog? No. Therefore, the frog is the most important part of the story.

So why is he on the bottom of the totem pole? Maybe it was a decision made by the carver, who knows?

The point is that because Western society has this obsessive notion of hierarchy where being on top is the best, everything is seen everything that way. Totem poles don’t work like that. Sometimes the most important figure is on top, sometimes it’s on the bottom, sometimes it’s in the middle. A totem pole is not meant to be read from top to bottom, at least not all of them are, thereby making the “low man on the totem pole” a totally inaccurate saying because it doesn’t apply to all totem poles.

It really irritates me when people utter this phrase and I hear it pretty often. This is a major pet peeve of mine and people need to be set straight instead of perpetuating yet another inaccuracy about First Nations people.

You know how the little girl in the story survived? Her father dug a pit in the floor of his house and buried her, covering her with copper shields. The next time I hear someone say they’re the “low man on the totem pole”, I’ll dig a pit and throw them in it. And while they’re in this pit, they’ll be putting the lotion in basket.

So if I were you, I’d stop saying it.

What Came First?

A couple of days ago I was looking out the window and I saw a crow flying around. He came to rest on top of a tree.

I don’t mean one of the top branches, I mean the very tip of the tree. You know how hemlock trees droop on the very top? I’m no tree expert, but I at least know that much. Anyway, that’s what the crow landed on.

I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this happen before and it made me wonder: do the tips of hemlock trees droop because crows sit on them or do crows sit on the tips of hemlock trees because they droop?

It’s kind of a chicken-and-the-egg kind of thing. Except instead of having a noisy, irritating bird that can’t fly it involves a noisy, irritating bird that can fly.

Oh, and one’s delicious.

Did you know I used to be a professional chicken hypnotizer?

Food for thought.

Playing Around

As if I didn’t have enough on the go, I suddenly got a new script idea for a play.

For those of you unfamiliar with my older work, I have two completed plays: Shis’ka Bob’s Odditorium and In Bob We Trust. The first play was written around 2000, the second was written a year or two later. I had ideas for a third play to complete the trilogy but never got around to actually writing it.

I kind of retired for a while and have come out of it over the past year or so, I wasn’t doing anything creative. I had a lot of other things going on, legally I can’t really talk about that right now. Since leaving my homeland and returning to action, I’ve had a lot of projects in the works. The problem has been that I’ve probably been spinning too many plates, maybe I’ve been trying to make up for lost time.

This idea for a new play script and my review show are what I’m going to concentrate on. The review show will probably be scaled back quite a bit as I’m realizing it’s a lot of work and I really don’t have money to spend on going to movies or buying books. I’ve been waiting for a book that came out last month to become available at the library but it’s been taken out by someone else. It’s not due back for another couple of weeks so I’ll have to wait.

I’m really excited about my new play, though. I mean, this is where it all started for me. Before my first play, I was just a busker on the streets of downtown Victoria. Then a fateful first meeting with Ab, who became a good friend, sparked a collaborative storm that died down for a few years but is back in full force now.

I can’t really say much about the content of the new play, but I will say that it might see the return of a certain bumbling Italian explorer. Then again, it might not; all Ab and I have right now is an idea. We don’t have an outline yet but that will be coming up soon.

Until next time: stay calm, be brave, watch for the signs.