Mr. Speaker, on September 30, in the Cannon Caucus Room, I was privileged to present the National Endowment for the Arts' National Heritage Fellowship to my constituent, Gerald ``Subiyay'' Miller, from Shelton, Washington. The Heritage…
Mr. Speaker, on September 30, in the Cannon Caucus Room, I was privileged to present the National Endowment for the Arts' National Heritage Fellowship to my constituent, Gerald ``Subiyay'' Miller, from Shelton, Washington. The Heritage Fellowship is the highest honor our country gives to folk and traditional artists.
I could not be prouder of Subiyay. I am also proud of the National Endowment for the Arts for starting this program 25 years ago. And I am proud to live in perhaps the only country where such awards could be given--honoring traditions from our First Americans to cultures from every region of the world.
Mr. Speaker, in the night before the ceremony, Subiyay, gave a noble and moving closing to the banquet for the 2004 Heritage Fellows and their families. Just as he weaves his ``story baskets'', he wove some of the creation story of his people into his observations about the role of art in civilization. I would like to share his story with my colleagues.
At the National Endowment for the Arts' National Heritage Fellowship
Banquet in the Great Hall of the Library of Congress--September 29,
2004
Barry Bergey (NEA Director of Folk and Traditional Arts):
I've asked Gerald Miller to go last. I think it's appropriate
that we're in this Library, this great repository of
learning, surrounded by so much knowledge. So many of the
Native Americans Elders have retained that knowledge. You
know the African proverb that ``When an elder dies, it's like
a library burning down.''
We actually have two elders here. We have a previous
National Heritage Fellowship recipient, Vi (Violet) Hilbert,
sitting next to Gerald. [Applause] She received the award
about 10 years ago for retaining her language and her
stories.
Gerald, Subiyay as he is known in his language, Skokomish
(Twana), was the last living speaker of that language. Now he
has taught many young people. He hasn't taught them just the
language. He has taught them the crafts, the music, the
ceremonials, the use of regalia, the making of regalia.
I have asked him to come up and say a few words and, if he
would, to sing a song--a blessing song--for us to end the
evening.
Please make welcome Subiyay. [Applause]
Gerald (Subiyay) Miller [Strong, measured, gravely voice]:
In the beginning of time the humans were given the first
gift. It was gifted to us before language. It was a gift
before all other things. It was the gift of the drum. And its
sound was the heartbeat of our mother. As unborn infants, we
heard it as we grew in her body; giving us all the rhythm of
life, the rhythm of the teachings and the beliefs that we
would follow. The drum is an important part of most cultures
of the world. We have many phrases that have to do with the
rhythm of the drum. We for instance might walk to the beat of
a different drum. The drum excites us. The drum soothes us.
The drum puts us in step with one another with its beat.
The second gift to the human beings was the gift of song.
And the song came before the spoken languages that we have as
people on this earth. It was given to us by the bird people.
It was given to us to express ourselves in the truest form of
expression that we as human beings would ever have, the
expression of song. Song allowed us to express every emotion
that we as human beings would feel. Song is so important that
many of our early cultures used it as a tool in teaching,
because is causes something called subliminal implanting. If
we sing a teaching, it will stay with for our entire life.
Long ago we sang the teachings of our ancestors. We are all
born with a song--Our Spirit Song. From the moment we leave
the womb of our Mothers our song is within us. We have songs
that we call mood music. How many nations are there without a
song or anthem? How many religions use song to express their
hopes and convictions? We have songs to honor another year of
life. We have songs for weddings. We express ourselves
through song. And all of us, although we might acknowledge or
not acknowledge ourselves as singers, when something
wonderful happens, we feel like singing. It's the spirit of
the songs that lives within all of us.
My elders say we are all born with a spirit song. Our
children will prove it to us. As they learn to speak, they
all sing little singsongs about their world; regardless of
what culture we come from. If a song expresses our true
emotions, we sing it.
The next gift that came was dance. We were also given dance
before language. We were given dance to ``tell the story''--
to tell the story of our people. Song and dance are probably
the oldest forms of art that we as human beings have to this
day. In my language the word dance means more than ``get up
and boogie.'' Dance is non-verbal. It is communication by
gesticulation.
There's one dance that we can do with one finger and we all
know what that gesture/dance means. We don't have to express
it with words. We dance with the expressions of our faces. We
dance with the gestures of our hands. We dance with the
posture of our bodies. We dance with the tilt of our head.
Children, even before they learn to speak, understand these
dances. They see it in us as parents and as teachers. The
power of dance will forever be with us.
Then came the spoken language. With language came the story
of our People. With language came the gift of long memory. We
were given language to carry the knowledge of our ancestors
from the beginning of time to this very moment, in this room,
and on into the future. The power of language contains the
power of the story. We see in this room all the races of
mankind represented. All of us started from a different trail
at the beginning of time, we have conjoined here at a common
spot, sharing this moment in time together. We sit here, our
hearts beat together. We breathe the same air and we are
enjoying each other's company. We eat together.
History would not exist if it were not for the artists.
There are cultures all over the world that no longer exist.
The important thing that they left behind was their art--
writings on the rocks, artifacts, beautiful songs from the
beginning of time. Some dances are thousands of years old.
They are still alive, giving testimony to those who
created these forms of art. All of us who are artists have
had our mentors. We have our ancestors to thank for the
gifts that we as humans were given--given to express our
soul, and our hearts to the people. Art is a powerful form
of expression. Our art tells our stories. And we, the
artists, who are here can appreciate one another from that
mutual understanding.
I want to extend my gratitude on receiving this award to
all of our ancestors who left with us the gifts that we
exhibit today; the gift of the song, the gift of the dance,
the gift of the story and the gift of creativity. As long as
we keep these traditional arts alive, we speak for our
people.
I look at our sister artist Koko (blues musician Koko
Taylor from Chicago) and know how her blues music moves me. I
look at the family of puppeteers (Yuqin Wang and Zhengli Xu
from Aloha, Oregon) who carry on an art form over two
thousand years old. I look at our sister here from India
(Kathak dance Anjani Abegokar from Diamond Bar, California),
carrying on an art form known to be at least four thousand
years old. And because of her it lives and flourishes.
Because there was someone who cared. There was someone who
listened. There was someone who had a teacher.
For all of us who live, for all of us who are being
recognized in this room, we honor those who had an influence
on our life. Because now through our art form we speak for
them.
Einstein said there are two kinds of knowledge, stored
knowledge and living knowledge. Stored knowledge can be put
in a book and set aside, and looked at later. But living
knowledge has to be expressed, felt, spoken and demonstrated.
There is no replacement for living knowledge. My grandfather
told me that I could be anything that I wanted; and I
believed him. He said our people became lazy when they
learned how to write because they no longer relied on their
memory and their personal discipline. They think that they
can look it up in a book or listen to a tape recording. But
the written word is
only a shadow of the spoken word. The written word can't
facilitate the same feeling as the spoken word can.
To my first teacher I owe my beginning. My first teacher
was my great grandmother who was born in 1861 and began my
instruction in 1948. My most recent mentor is still living
and that is taqsH3blu (pron. tak say blue, Violet Hilbert)
who I carry high in my heart. I know that the generations yet
to come will be able to hear the knowledge that she has
passed on to me.
We have a term in our language called gW3dZadad (pron. ha
ku sadad). To us it is a form of wealth. It has nothing to do
with monetary currency or material things. It's the wealth of
the knowledge of our culture. It's something that cannot be
bought. Something that many governments have tried to destroy
within the various nations of the world. They burned
libraries. Tortured and killed artists. But still we survive
and speak for those original ancestors of our cultures. I
want to thank the people who nominated me for this award. I
never expected any acknowledgment for what I do in life. I
merely look upon the things that I do as a personal
responsibility to keep what I have alive for future
generations.
Thank You.
At this time I would like a couple of my singers to come
up. We are going to sing a song from our people called P3t ti
scHalal (pron. put tee sha lal)
Way La Hey La
Wo oh ho oh hey
Way La Hey La
Wo oh ho oh hey
Way La Hey La
Wo oh ho oh hey
Way La Hey La
Wo oh ho oh hey
P3t ti scHalal tulasab3d d3xW (pron. put tee sha lal tu la
saba du) (From the time of the first people down to
this moment)
P3t ti scHalal tulasab3d d3xW (pron. put tee sha lal tu la
saba du) (From the time of the first people down to
this moment)
P3t ti scHalal tulasab3d d3xW (pron. put tee sha lal tu la
saba du) (From the time of the first people down to
this moment)
P3t ti scHalal tid shabu (pron. put tee sha lal tich shabu)
(From the time of our ancestors comes our story)
We all live our own story. We all come from a different
walk of life. But right here, tonight and right here in these
next few days we will share the same story. For this moment
in time we are brothers and sisters.
Thank you. [Applause]