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Murals and More in Anchorage

07 Friday Dec 2012

Posted by danielwalldammit in Alaska, Bad Photography, Street Art

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Alaska, Alaska Natives, Anchorage, Art, Mural, Photography, Photos, Street Art, Tlingit

Raven and Eagle

Raven and Eagle

When I tell people I live in Alaska, I almost invariably hear about a visit to Anchorage. Either that or a relative who lives there. It’s the geographic equivalent of saying; “Oh you live in Denver; I’ve been to Albuquerque,” except that Denver and Albuquerque are closer to one another, and more similar. There really is a world of difference between Barrow and Anchorage. The Anchorage skyline is full of mountains, and it doesn’t lack for trees. I always notice those first. And then I notice all the people.

I also notice the artwork.

From my first visit to Anchorage, I took a shine to its public artwork. There is a particular downtown alley so full of murals I find myself headed towards it every time I make it into town. And yes, I am happy this city is part of he state I now call home, which is probably why it makes sense after all that people bring it up. I never get into or out of Alaska without going through this stopping point.

…which is a very good thing.

I am particularly fond of a number of murals featuring themes from Alaska Natives. The Raven and Eagle symbolism is of course a prominent feature of Tlingit life, and a number of murals feature hunting motifs familiar to Yupit and Inupiat. A few specific highlights of the tour would include:

– The Iditarod Mural, which now includes the name of John Quniak Baker, an Inupiat from Kotsebue. He won the race in 2011.

– A rather bland looking multi-panel piece with just a hint of something devious in it. (Honestly, I don’t know if I got all the panels right, but look closely. There is an interesting twist in there somewhere.)

– A Mural commemorating Alaska statehood. It is sometimes referred to as the ‘Alaskan Mount Rushmore’. It features portraits of Robert Atwood, Bob Bartlett, William Egan, and Ernest Gruening, each of which has been generated out of a range of smaller murals. You can find out more about this piece here.

– A Whaling Wall, one of a series of spectacular pieces created by the Wyland Corporation.

– The Sun Station at the Anchorage Light Speed Planet Walk.

– The Anchorage History Mural by Bob Patterson, …which should probably get its own post some day.

– I’m particularly fond of the murals on the backside of Phyllis’s Cafe, not the least of reasons being that she was kind enough to talk to me about it for a little while. the Tlingit symbolism in the mural is no accident as Phyllis belongs to the Eagle Moiety, Killer Whale clan as I recall. She told me the mural still has a little work to go. Perhaps, I will be taking new pictures of it some time in the near future. I also enjoyed a wonderful meal of King Crab and amber ale in the cafe that evening, the perfect ending to a long trip.

I have by no means captured all the artwork anchorage streets and alleys have to offer, which is good, because I plan on going back for more.

(You may click on a picture to embiggen it.)

Airport Bears!
Twin Dragons Mongolian BBQ on Gambell and 15th.
Police Department

He tags because he cares!
Sculpture
Nuther Sculpture

School Murals
More School Murals!
Multi-Panel I

Multi-Panel II
Multi-Panel III
Multi-Panel IV

Multi-Panel V
Multi-Panel VI
Multi-Panel VII

I do not understand this mural. Is it poetry?
An original name for a bar, so to speak.
Sewing Shop

Yes, that really is what you think it is.
Moar fur panties! …and a bikini too.
Mural on a Bar

Furs
Theatre
Just Pretty

Buildings
Statue dedicated to William Henry Seward (I think it looks just like him!)
Sun Station

Totem Decoration
Eagle
Simply Gorgeous

“Alaska’s Mount Rushmore”
“Alaska’s Mount Rushmore” Minus the zoom!
Random Design

Grill Mural
Yamaya cafe
Imagine finding one of these here!

PSA
Whaling Wall
Whaling Wall, Part II

Iditarod Mural from across the street.
Iditarod Mural – 1&2
Iditarod Mural 1

Iditarod Mural 2
Map of Alaska
This looks like an epic struggle.

This does not appear to be a happy man.
Raven and Eagle
9-11

Backpacking Moose …of course!
Alley
Walrus Door

Polar Bear
A well guarded plane.
Puppy Heart?

Seal
Garbage and paint drippings in the alley.
Eagle Totem (Phyllis’s Cafe)

Raven Lodge (Phyllis’s Cafe)
Unfinished Section, Phyllis’s Cafe
Phyllis’ cafe

Alaska Fur Factory
Sundry Sea Mammals
Whaling Crew

Anchorage History Mural

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Thirty Days of Night: Vampires Come to Barrow and it Ain’t Pretty

20 Tuesday Nov 2012

Posted by danielwalldammit in Alaska, Movies

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Alaska, Barrow, Ecology, Film, Horror, Malthus, Movies, Thirty Days of Night, Undead

It is certainly a memorable scene. Vampires chasing down the residents of a small town on the frozen tundra. Its residents cannot leave, they cannot contact the outside world, and the sun will not return for 30 days. The town-folk are powerless against their assailants. And the vampires run rampant through the town, slaughtering the residents at will and completely without mercy.

Shot from above, the figures run this way and that across the blood splattered snow. Which is vampire and which is victim? You can just make it out in some instances, mostly when one of them dies. Horribly!

This is classic horror, is it not?

No. It’s the Tragedy of the Commons.

You see the real tragedy in this story is not the loss of human life. That story is so old it hardly merits mention. Yeah, yeah, there is a couple, an adorable grandma, a spunky teen, and even a weird uncle-like character who will do some good before he dies. We even get a token minority, and of course we wonder which will live and which won’t.

All been done before.

What makes this film truly original, what separates it from the rank and file horror-flicks, what makes this high art, is the fact that this movie explores the economic ramifications of a completely unique ecosystem. Sadly, the movie seems to suggest that vampires just don’t get it either. Immortal though they may be, they too are doomed to experience the miseries of a Malthusian nightmare. They too will exhaust their food supply.

In this case, it is entirely unnecessary.

You see, the Barrow in Alaska of Thirty Days of Night is a vampire’s Utopian dream. Easily cut off from the outside world, and subject to 30 full days of darkness, what blood sucking undead would not regard it as the ultimate dinner banquet, just waiting for an RSVP? And with a little over a hundred and fifty people remaining in town for the winter, there should be plenty of food to go around.

Right?

Of course, if a vampire was paying attention, he would have noticed that Barrow actually has about 5,000 people and 2 months of night (or 40-something days of it, depending on what counts as a day without sun). So, Barrow is even more plentiful than the fellows in this movie could possibly have imagined.

Even better!

So, you would THINK that a small hoard of vampires accustomed to long drawn-out plot lines just to get a single meal in before the second act would be able to make the most of this opportunity. Well perhaps if they had read their Garrett Hardin! …or if they had implemented a proper system of human resource management. If they had even auctioned the mortals off as private property, things might still have gone better. With proper incentives, each of the undead could have had food enough to last for the entire winter.

But no.

The greedy vampires regard the entire population of Barrow as common property and so each sets about slaughtering as many town-folk as he can, thus reaping the benefits of extra blood consumed individually while imposing the costs of a rapidly diminishing food supply on the entire vampire hoard. Even at the cost of diminishing returns, this approach grants to each rampaging vampire a greater share of the blood gushing from the necks of his victims than he would get by patiently consuming his fair share. And each does just this until there is nothing left for anyone to eat. That is simply what happens when property, even human property, is held in common, and without a mechanism for properly managing the finite resources of the town’s residents.

It doesn’t help that these wasteful buffoons leave large quantities of their meal to spill out over the frozen snow. But that really is beside the point. What matters most is that they never really did establish a viable means of managing the cornucopia that lay helpless before them. As a direct result, they run through their food supply very quickly and spend the rest of the movie working hard to track down the few remaining humans smart enough to make themselves central characters in the movie.

It really is a damned shame.

You can see the results toward the end of the film as a whole town full of vampires tries to make do with a single teen-aged girl. There really isn’t enough of her to go around. Oh they toy with her; they even say some scary things at her, but let’s face it, nobody is all that impressed when you play with your food. And all that sadistic pleasure taken in tormenting the poor girl doesn’t change the fact that, she was the last meal any one of the gluttonous night fiends was going to eat for a long while. This wasn’t scary; it was pathetic.

The hunger of the poor starving vampires leads to still worse events when some of the mortals manage to fight back. Don’t even try to tell me that would have happened if the vampire hoard had not gone hungry in the wake of their wasteful banquet. These guys were bad-ass at the beginning of the film. Bad-ass! In the end, well let’s just say that even the alpha-pire turns out to have a glass jaw. All of that could have been avoided if the vampires had simply instituted some mechanism by which individuals could be held accountable for using up the common resources of the community.

There really is no excuse for any of this. These guys could have ruled the longest night in movie-making history, released a satisfying belch and rode off into the moon-set.

If only they had had a plan.

***

We are just now entering into Polar Midnight here in Barrow, and as always, some of us are a little worried about the whole thing. I mean it’s just a movie, yeah, we all know. But all that darkness does get a little spooky, and I think I saw something out on the tundra last night. Or maybe it was this morning. Hard to tell.

CAUSE IT’S DARK!

Anyway, I have no idea if the vampires will actually come this time. But if they do, then I certainly hope my life and that of my friends and neighbors will not be wasted frivolously by some foolish fiend who doesn’t finish his plate.

After all.

Lycanthropic children are starving in Bulgaria!

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No Horses Were Harmed in the Making of this Post!

19 Sunday Aug 2012

Posted by danielwalldammit in Alaska, Bad Photography

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Alaska, Arctic, Deadhorse, Drilling, North Slope of Alaska, Oil, Photography, Photos, Prudhoe Bay

Prudhoe Bay + Clouds, and Clouds Again!

So, compliments of a couple flight delays, I recently spent an evening in Deadhorse. I’ve touched ground here a number of times, but I never managed to get off the plane. It was difficult to get a sense for the community in a short time and without a vehicle, but it was a fascinating glimpse into an interesting community.

No, I did not find a bar full of drunken, brawling brutes, so that’s strike two against The Grey (awful movie). In fact, Deadhorse is a dry community, though my shuttle driver could tell me of times long past when leaving $10.00 on your pillow could get you a bottle of Jack Daniels (sh…). For the present, however, it looks like people keep their nose pretty much to the grindstone while they are up here. The urge to party can wait to folks finish a stretch and fly home. The town has few permanent residents, but its temporary workers number a few thousand.

I arrived to find the power out at the airport (not to worry, the runway lights were doing just  fine). My first step outside led me to the Prudhoe Bay Hotel, ..but alas, I was not to set foot inside it.

***

***

My own reservations were at the Aurora Hotel, which was a lovely place. To control the inevitable muddy boots, guests were expected to wear booties about the place. The food was good (though not as good as Mike’s cooking at the Marsh Creek Inn). Guests could be found sleeping at all hours, and many rooms had signs posted to that effect. Production continues here at all hours, so I suppose it should come as no surprise to see that sleep does too. The Hotel had a nice gym on the 2nd floor (yeah right!) and a nicer lounge on the 3rd floor (that was tempting), but I wanted to take a walk.

I was told to be careful as a mama bear and her cubs had been hanging around town for a couple days. I said; “she’s here already?” Seriously, I thought I left them in Kaktovik! At any rate, these bears never put in an appearance, which is just as well, cause I was on foot.

Getting up at 6:30 in the morning, I really didn’t think I needed to leave a note on my own door, but I learned otherwise at about 4:00am. Apparently, housekeeping at the Aurora is also a 24/7 affair.

And that’s that. Home safe and sound!

(If you click them, they will grow!)

A glimpse of the tundra over the prop.
Barrow has way better dumpsters!

Attempted artsiness …okay, I tried.
Huh?
I am in full compliance

The Aurora Hotel, from the backside, cause it was way more cool than the front side.
Day Sleeper signs were everywhere.
I have no idea what this is supposed to be, but I want to call it a camel.

More Hotel Art
Okay, that’s enough Hotel Art
Like a giant mobile home.

People and stuff at work.
People and stuff at work 2
Parking Lot, …with plug-ins for car heaters.

I’m told this is a mobile drilling platform
A plane coming in for a landing.
A Pipe. Those are ducks resting at the water’s edge.

Helicopter
Mobile Drilling Platform II
Okay, one more!

Parking Lot II.
It’s getting on towards sunset.
Prudhoe Bay + Clouds, and Clouds Again!

Helicopter II
Mobile Drilling Platform III
A duck in the water

This is what happens when I zoom out from that drilling platform.
Stuff, lots of it.
Sunset

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Barter Island …Includes Bears

17 Friday Aug 2012

Posted by danielwalldammit in Alaska, Animals, Bad Photography

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Alaska, ANWR, Arctic, Nature, Photography, Photos, Polar Bears, Wildlife

Not a Bear,
…ha!

So, I just spent the last 3 days in the village of Kaktovik on Barter Island. From listening to friends, students, and coworkers, the village brings to mind three things; ANWR, The Bone Yard, and the Marsh Creek Inn.

Kaktovik lies off the coast of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge; its residents hunt in the area, and they will be directly affected by any changes to its status. How the particulars are likely to shake out is the subject of a different post.

The bone yard at Kaktovic is a well known bear hang out. It’s located just off the end of the runway, and it is a regular attraction for polar bears, …and people with cameras. I didn’t get out to the bone yard itself, but I did get to watch a mother and her cubs amble their way toward town. …Later that night I awoke to the sound of shots fired in an effort to scare them off. The next day, I spoke with a lady whose supply of seal oil stores had been raided the night before and another who had been up all night on bear patrol …you could say that this time of year, the population of Kaktovic increases a bit.

…and the difference is bears.

Finally, the food at the Marsh Creek Inn has been nothing short of legendary among my friends and coworkers. Mike, the proprietor of the inn, serves not only as the clerk and the head cook, he often drives the shuttle out to the airport. His cooking surpassed my expectations. It was fantastic.

***

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It took me a couple extra days to get out of Barter Island. Fog proved to be the culprit on day one, but day two was a mystery. The plane didn’t leave Fairbanks until it was too late to make my connections. Tonight I’m in Dead Horse, one step closer to home at any rate.

Here are my pics from Kaktovik (you may click a picture to embiggen it):

The Store
Marsh Creek Inn
Who the Hell got me to smile?

Dinner at the Marsh Creek Inn (I’ve been hearing about the cooking here for 2 years; I was not disappointed)
A Little Sun on a Cloudy Day
Pile of Bones

The birds seem to love it.
Presbyteran Church
The Early Warning Radar Station

Playground
Bird Hovering in the Wind
Seagull wondering what I’m up to.

Boarded Up Building
The School
Corrosion

Road through Kaktovik
Funny smudge marks on that truck; how did they get there?
Paw Print

Layers
Low Flying Plane?
Oh!

Mama bear and her cubs.
Cubs
Wandering towards town

Getting a little too close to town.
Got their attention
There they go!

Road Through Kaktovik
Blue House
Not a Bear, …ha!

Layers 2
The Airstrip
Old Boat

Arctic Cotton
Arctic Cotton II
Native Village of Kaktovik

Housing at Kaktovik
The Bone yard (Located off end of the runway, this is where the village deposits the bones of whales harvested locally; it is normally a good spot to watch bears.)

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Northitude Returns to Me: This Time With an Actual Camera!

12 Sunday Aug 2012

Posted by danielwalldammit in Alaska, Bad Photography

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Alaska, Arctic, Barrow, Birds, Nature, Photography, Photos, Sea, Water

Barrow-side from Browerville 4

So, I’ve been back in the arctic for a little over a week, and the fog has only just given me a chance to get out with my new camera. I took a walk yesterday, mostly around the perimeter of town, and yes water and pretty stuff seems to have held my attention for most of the day. The place looks pretty much the way I left it which isn’t exactly surprising. Let’s just say that with the onset of drilling in the North Slope there was some cause for doubt.

The housing situation in Barrow is never all that good, but with Shell on its way, several of my colleagues and students were struggling to find a place as landlords held out in hopes of windfall rent profits. But it was never clear that Barrow was going to get a large influx of workers, and Shell has scaled back its plans for this year. So, things seem to be easing up a bit, a little too late for at least one couple.

Sad to see them go.

Most of the migratory waterfowl seem to have left already, but a bird or two remains. Other than that, a few familiar faces are missing and a few new faces have appeared. Barrow remains Barrow, just like paradise.

…only not at all.

(Click to Embiggen)

The Kitties were happy to see me. …no really.
Barrow-side from Browerville
Barrow-side from Browerville 2

Wind Break
Barrow-side from Browerville 3
Barrow-side from Browerville 4

Old Boat
Path out to a Point (It’s not much of a point, really, but around here it’s like a mountain-top)
Sculpture (There is a story behind this, but I’ve forgotten it. So um …hey, look at the ice!)

My friend Cindy would probably do something like this
Boat and Old House
Ice in the Background

Clouds
Bird with Ice in the background
Old Arctic Hotel

Directions
What’s Wrong with this Picture?
Dumpster I missed

Been Meaning to Get this Dumpster for Awhile
The bird is the word!
One of several barges dropping supplies off while they can

Mystic Barge
Old Boat
Another attempt at Cindy-Style

Some Housing with Umiag and Sled Frames
Bird 2
Wind Breaks 2

Building and Reflection
Winter is Coming
Tiny pockets of groundwater trying to make it foggy

It’s about 12:30am, but that sunset looks like the real thing.
Sunset on the Ocean
Leaving so soon?

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Spring Break Up and a Video: No, Not that Kind!

09 Saturday Jun 2012

Posted by danielwalldammit in Alaska, Bad Photography

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Alaska, Arctic, Eskimo, Ice, Inupiat, Nalukataq, Ocean, Photography, Photos, Sea

Last June I used to walk down by the beach nearly every day. It was fascinating to see the ocean slowly turning back into liquid. Since I’m in Vegas at the moment, I can only imagine what’s happening now.

…or live vicariously through last year’s photos.

But first some happy music!

Now, if you click on the pics, they will embiggen!

Actually this is July of 2010
July, 2010 again! (And it was the size of a small coffee table).
5/28/11

5/28/11
6/6/11
6/11/11

6/11/11
6/18/11
6/20/11

6/20/11
6/25/11
6/25/11

6/25/11
6/26/11
6/26/11

6/30/11
Early July, 2011
Early July, 2011

Now, since I am also missing the Nalukataq, the Spring Whaling Festival later this month, A Quick Video!

I know. Fire the cameraman!

Anyway, that is Barrow, AK, at this time of year.

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The Truly Trashy Post: Barrow’s Finest Dumpsters!

01 Friday Jun 2012

Posted by danielwalldammit in Alaska, Bad Photography, Street Art

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Alaska, Art, Barrow, Dumpsters, Photography, Photos, Street Art, Wainwright, Youth

As I said before, Barrow has the best dumpsters.

Now, because I am away from home and I miss the place (It’s too damned hot here in Vegas!) I’m going to cool down a bit and share a few of my favorite dumpsters with y’all. These are actually part of a youth project; I am told they have been doing this for about 4 years at this point.

I have to admit that there is a good one down by the High school I’ve been meaning to get for awhile now, and I just haven’t gotten around to it. Hopefully there will be more at the end of this summer.

Rowing an Umiaq
Pattern Number 1.
Pattern Number 2.

Pattern Number 3.
Pattern Number 4.
Indigenous PSA Themes

Out By the Middle school
Self Explanatory
Echo

Light and Cloudy
back to the Middle School
Might have Seen this Before

Snowy Owls (The Place is known for them)
Hm…
Hand Prints

PSA # 1
PSA # 2
Lake Scenery

Taqiuq
Ironic PSA
Sundry Native Themes

Everyone Has Their Critics
Not As Out of Place As You’d Think
Okay, I’m Cheating (This is in Wainwright)

You’d Have to Be There
Yes Indeed!

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Temporary Loss of Northitude: In Which I Wax Photographic About Barrow

08 Tuesday May 2012

Posted by danielwalldammit in Alaska, Bad Photography

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Alaska, Arctic, Barrow, Beer, North Slope, Photos, Travel, Whales, Will Rogers

So I have “gone out,” as they say, and I will not see Alaska for a couple months. It’s a shame that I can only get out during the summer and Christmas. Those are the best times to be in Barrow.

So, I thought this might be an opportune moment to throw up some images of America’s northernmost city.

I will miss it.

My Chalet
(I think my brother has bigger walk-in closets)

Midnight Sun
(Actually, this was probably about 2:00am)

Umiaq Race During Independence Week Celebrations
(Cause Fireworks aren’t so keen in July)

Barrow at 2am in Late May
(Out for an evening walk)

The Ocean
(Can’t tell where it begins, can ya!)

Arctic Palm Trees

Ice Sculpture
(Modeled on bone sculptures)

The Northernmost American-Style Football Field in the World
(I suck as a sports photographer, don’t I)

Cheerleaders!
(No skirts on these girls)

The Ocean as Seen from Barrow’s Cafe
(Whale jawbones and umiaq frames)

The Ocean from Outside Brower’s Cafe
(A little later in the Year)

Again!

Probably Returning from a Hunt

Arctic Fox
(Trying to steal muktuk from the back of that pick-up)

Nalukataq
(Spring Whaling Festival Held in June. It’s been a good whaling season, so this will be a great festival this year, …and I am going to miss it!)

Local Art
(Barrow has the best dumpsters!)

The College
(Whale skull in the foreground)

Will Rogers Memorial
(He died in a plane crash on his way to Barrow)

DEWLine Station
(Part of the early warning defense system)

Let’s See the Ocean Again!

Fido and Junkmail
(All packed and ready to go out)

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A Moment in an Airport

07 Monday May 2012

Posted by danielwalldammit in General

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Alaska, Beer Airports

So, I am sitting here waiting on my meal at the airport in Anchorage. I have an Alaskan Amber Ale sitting in a tall glass in front of me. The glass is narrow on the bottom and wide at the top. Light penetrates the bottom portion of the glass, but the top is a rich dark brown.

I notice something odd, a faint ring is rising up from the bottom of the glass, catching the light as it goes. For just a moment I have no idea what I am looking at, then I realize it is a thin layer of ice from the chilled glass. a bit like a ring of smoke, it moves slowly, dissipating as it rises into the darkness. Nothing reaches the top.

I wonder, have I ever seen that before?

I really need to drink beer more often.

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Real World Villains, Volume III: Those Troublesome Alaska Natives!

15 Sunday Apr 2012

Posted by danielwalldammit in Alaska, History, Justice, Native American Themes, Politics

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Alaska, Alaska Natives, Alberta Schenck, civil Rights, Duck-In, Ducks, Elizabeth Peratrovitch, Hunting, Inupiat, Subsistence

Governor Gruening Signs the Anti-Discrimination Act of 1945

“What the Hell is a duck in?”

That must have been my first response to one of the stories I want to write about today. Hopefully, I didn’t say it out loud, but the duck-in is one of many historical narratives that has changed my sense of the political landscape since coming to Alaska.

Yes, I’m still a lefty. I said “changed” not “destroyed.”

And like many a lefty, I spend a fair amount of time thinking about civil rights issue. You know, Martin Luther King, the Freedom Rides, Brown vs. Board of Education, …all good stuff!

Since coming to Alaska, I have been blessed to learn about several new and unexpected additions to the list of civil rights struggles, some with clear parallels to those taking place outside Alaska.

Somewhere in my list of my thoughts about nuclear power, I now add the struggle over Project Chariot. Next to the relocation of Japanese in World War II, I now have a definite place for the story of Anangan (Aleutian) relocation. And of course the big story up here, at least in my mental timeline would certainly be passage of the Alaska Native Lands Claims Act.

But I don’t want to talk about any of those things today.

No, what interests me at the moment is a range of smaller battles, and the story of those who fought them. I’m talking about battles like the one fought by Alberta Schenck.

Alberta Schenck Letter

Who is Alberta Schenck? Well, she was the best kind of troublemaker. As a girl of mixed heritage (her mother was Inupiat and her father was white), Schenck faced discrimination against Alaska Natives and “half breeds” on several occasions. At the age of 16, she wrote this letter to the editor of the Nome Nugget, protesting the segregated seating of natives and whites at a local movie house, known as the Dream Theater. To say that the significance of her protest stretched beyond the specific policies of that specific theater would be an understatement.

It’s worth noting that Schenck herself worked at Dream Theater, at least she did until the letter was published. She later returned to that very theater on a date with a white army sergeant. After refusing to leave her seat, the Chief of Police for the city of Nome physically removed Schenck from her seat and she spent the night in jail.

Outrage over Schenck’s arrest helped eventually to fuel for passage of the Anti-Dicrimnatory act of 1945. She was subsequently elected Queen of Nome during the Spring Carnival of that year. This was in 1944, 11 years before Rosa Parks picked her fight with the city of Montgomery Alabama. …well before the sit-ins, or the freedom rides.

And then of course there is Elizabeth Peratrovitch, a Tlingit Native whose testimony before the territorial senate helped to secure the final passage of the Anti-Discriminatory Act, mentioned above. She said a lot of things in that testimony, but this particular line is particularly memorable:

I would not have expected that I, who am barely out of savagery, would have to remind gentlemen with five thousand years of recorded civilization behind them, of our Bill of Rights.

With actions like those of Alberta Schenck and testimony such as that of Elizabeth Peratrovich, the territory finally passed a law banning such acts of discrimination.

I should add that the law did not merely eliminate discriminatory policies at the government level; it forbade discrimination by private businesses. Opponents of the bill had argued, as many do today, that government had no role to play in limiting the choices of private businessmen. Fortunately, that argument lost in 1945, as it did in 1964, and as it should today. Those who imagine it is enough to keep government policies free of racial bias have seriously underestimated the impact of private discrimination. Here as elsewhere the individual decisions of private businesses were the centerpiece of segregation.

But my all time favorite story about civil disobedience in the great state of Alaska would have to be the “Duck in.” This narrative begins in 1918 with a treaty between the United States, Canada, and Mexico. Under this treaty, the U.S. agreed to ban the taking of migratory waterfowl from the period between March 10th and September 1st.

So what’s the trouble? That is the ONLY time that migratory waterfowl can be found on the North Slope of Alaska. For a people very much dependent on subsistence hunting for their survival, the terms of this treaty removed a critical resource from the Spring and Summer menu.

The issue does not appear to have been much of a problem, at least not until Alaska became a state and began to enforce Federal laws with greater diligence. Then Fish and Wildlife officers began arresting people and confiscating their weapons, and their catch.

Duck Hunters at Point Barrow

How did the Inupiat population of Barrow respond to the arrest of people in their own community? How did they deal with a game warden in town to enforce the hunting regulations?

Well, they were very cooperative.

He found about a hundred and fifty Barrow residents outside his hotel room one day, each with a duck in hand. He didn’t have enough forms to process all the arrests, so Barrow Magistrate Sadie Neakok advised him to record the names on extra paper and attach them to the main form. And thus, everyone with a duck got counted.

Subsequent to this, State Senator, Eben Hopson, sent a request to then Governor, William Egan, asking that welfare officials be sent to help take care of all the children whose parents would be locked up due to enforcement of the law.

…and Fish and Wildlife simply stopped enforcing the regulations.

That’s called a ‘win’ folks!

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Okay, that’s it, just a few of my favorite stories about troublesome Alaska Natives. I haven’t covered any of this with sufficient detail to do justice to these stories, so I’ll just briefly mention some better sources:

Rachel Naninaaq Edwardson produced a wonderful documentary on the Duck In. It is available through the North Slope Borough School District.

Wikipedia does seem to have a page on Elizabeth Peratrovitch. , and she is mentioned in quite a few additional sources. This one from Alaschool.org has a pretty thorough discussion of her contributions to the state of Alaska.

Numerous references to Alberta Schenck may be found in sundry parts of the net. Her memorial website would be a good place to start.

One good reading on the subject of discrimination would be an article by Terrence M. Cole, “Jim Crow in Alaska: The Passage of the Alaska Equal Rights act of 1945,” in Stephen W. Haycox and Mary Childers Mangusso (eds.) An Alaska Anthology: Interpreting the Past, (Seattle and London. University of Washington Press, 1996) pp 314-335.

The Images of Governor Gruening signing the Anti-discriminatory Act, Elizabeth Peratrovich, and Alberta Schenck’s letter are from Alaska’s Digital Archives. The image of Duck Hunters came from the Marine Image Bank of the Digital Collections at the University of Washington.

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