Wave Eater also seemed a spontaneous assertion of Haida worth and achievement at a time of crisis; the same impulse had spurred a burst of soaring totem poles and elaborately staged potlatches (the lavish gift-giving feasts that confirmed status and redistributed wealth) when the Haida had faced an earlier crisis—the coming of the white man. Continue reading →
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Chona worked the trapeze and tightwire, and her husband Howard ran the novelty stand, where he sold souvenirs. Chona, a diminutive figure, less than five feet tall, is one of the “Flying Padillas,” a circus family of Mexico. “My brother Alexandro, he does the triple somersault,” she told me proudly. Howard was usually busy with Continue reading →