By Julie Denice Griffin
Although it is actually against the law to remove Indian tribal children from their families, based on the Indian Welfare Act of 1978, it is deeply sad that Indians even today must still fight for the right to see the law enforced. While other countries and societies of today have begun to stand together against those who would try to remove such children from their rich cultural bloodline, that any adoptive parent would win over the removal of an Indian child from a healthy group of supportive relatives remains a sadness and an enigmality to this day.
“It is one thing to be the holiest fuckin’ Indian he’s ever seen, if he is a real human being, a real Indian, so good. If he only thinks he looks like one.” The young Indian princesses walking down the road of their established land, fingers the guys who drive by and since that is her steady boyfriend and as punk rock music blasts from the cab of the truck, the two other teenage Indian warriors, you know, they don’t know his girlfriend will leave the reservation by choice someday. Still, to be taken without permission and without reserve, that is quite another thing. On the other hand the film portrays some of the Indian practice which admirable to keep the heritage pure and ongoing and productive. While one young Indian woman marries a white man, an obvious upscale executive type, outside of the tribe, both seem to find the way of the spirit through a ceremonial night which also includes keeping the Indian bloodline pure and the ancestry rights of the tribe alive ~ The one most important endemic here being that his wife, of full Indian blood literally produces the children of same after herself. At the same, other issues of the film and of the day point out certain overlooked facts of heinously, to say the least, overlooked injustices. Enough to turn a believer who held onto it all by faith even with bloodied fingernails away from the faith ~ A brutal murder of one innocent soul of the Kidabanessee Reservation, and because the person does not belong to the Indian reservation, a white man he receives a special favor and despite the hateful cruelty of the murder by his very own two hands only receives two years in prison and the direct accomplice is never even brought to court and tried and seems to go scott free. That innocent children who of a definite Indian tribal bloodline get caught up in the whole mix seems so vastly unfair as to deny a a normal child of the right to decide where to live and the destiny of one’s own heritage an unkind and a vulgar misuse of legal and political powers.
He’s a criminal you know, he’s nothing to look up to – He killed a guy, ripped his arm right off his body. Of course, although the evil pray for the many dark nights of the soul of the good, whether some violence against the wicked does some good and other violence against the innocent without a way to protect themselves, the Smoke Signals star actor of the film here went off to a much better life style than what he depicted and his river ran wet with a greater success. Dance Me Outside, an approximately 91-minute dramatic adventure as it is classified, the Pix Entertainment and Norman Jewison presentation of Yorktown Shadow Shows production, a Bruce McDonald film features a cast of realistic others including Ryan Black, Adam Beach, Lisa LaCroix, Michael Greyes, Kevin Hicks, Jennifer Podemski and Sandrine Holt as “Poppy.”
Gladly, the story of Dance Me Outside does not so much dwell on the concept of Indian folklore per se as much as on the idea that Indians go on to create and recreate the traditional life forever by living alive. And the changes that come over the young braves, the boys, for all of the hardships involved grow them up to take full responsibility for their own lives. It is nearly the same concept that the last several centuries writer of Little Women and of Little Men embraced, when she Louisa May Alcott wrote in her classic excerpt of Under The Lilacs, “If Sancho’s abduction made a stir, one may easily imagine with what warmth and interest he was welcomed back when his wrongs and wanderings were known. For several days he held regular levees, that curious boys and sympathizing girls might see and pity the changed and curtailed dog. Sanch behaved with dignified affability, and sat upon his mat in the coach-house pensively eyeing his guests, and patiently submitting to their caresses; while Ben and Thorny took turns to tell the few tragical facts which were not shrouded in the deepest mystery. If the interesting sufferer could only have spoken, what thrilling adventures and hair-breadth escapes he might have related. But alas,! he was dumb; and the secrets of that memorable month never were revealed.”
Similarly, within the definite story line, Dance Me Outside involves the drama example technique of one young girl who cleverly tells her guy that she does not want to do this anymore. The bigger problem though seems to lie within her sudden departure, and that she should have been able to obtain the original right to stay right by his side and even enjoy the continued joy and activities of the tribe ~ That the communal lives of the tribe center at a certain social scene or mecca, and so torn between dancing away with one bad boy she loves and another she decides to leave the reservation and go to the big city to work as a waitress. Another apparent travesty which the film clearly defines is that it is not so much the label of bad boy as it is what is in the heart of, or what are the clear and yet intimate and more definite actions which come out sooner or later. That a man loves certain activities and has a good soul inside is a much more important part of Indian culture than just giving lip service to what you do. As it is with some of the more pure and peaceful cultures of the world, the system of a good working society bases a system on the way you treat others and which will always sooner or later show your true heart.
Therefore, the complete departure of the young girl, or the seemingness of the same thing also confronts the mother of the young Indian woman who married to the white man also left the Kidabanessee Indian Reservation on different life level terms. What’s going on? Asks the Indian birth mother of her grown married daughter. inquiring of course, about her ability to give birth to an Indian child. And then while the film does not take off on why stolen Indian land and a national ground of a whole entire continent usurped from native Indians here happened, the Americas for all concrete purposes merely represent violently borrowed and not truly bought or owned white or European land really anyway. In great fact, the white European concept of steal, take, conquer and take people and things and land you had no right to seems a most evil genetic disorder within that portion of the race. That and the complete misrepresentation of certain unalienable truths. For example, if the Indians had not welcomed poor Puritan Pilgrams to the first Thanksgiving Dinner, the poor religious agricultural inepts, whose concept of planting seed involved more or less driving to the nearest grain package store and buying something for planting something already grown by a good person, the motley crew rejects would likely have starved to death and been wiped out completely before any settlement of new white land. That the Indians welcomed and gave them any kindness to begin with, still seems strange. Imagine inviting someone to your farm for a week as guests, and after completely loving, feeding and lavishing them with beautiful gifts, one year later they return as secret thieves in the middle of the night and steal the whole damn thing.
One thing the young boys of the story do finally figure out here, with finally a word that surrounds those things which only momentarily attempted to torment a good mind, and like swatting a mere and tiny nasty fly, the words of the song title, At Last more explain the final conclusion of a good romance for a boy and outweigh all of the bad. A kind of triple neo-classical drawout note, like life apprehended or life contrived. And then again, what is deep of life of thought, and a world and a life of continuum, and just as the pioneer day poet Robert Frost one day had the epiphany of the commercial danger of the society of the Americas. In short, it is only the very wicked who refuse to stop living through the kind of other worlds fantasy life which they believe through error gives them the right to take whatever they want by force and believe that they will never suffer for it.
The comparative of the film to that of The Lord of The Rings, it seems that Tolkien saw both the good and of the danger of other kingdoms. A good king knows when to leave a bad portion of a kingdom behind and form a new country. But wiser still, of all of the many subjects who dwell there of this means he must still open up his arms wide and embrace and protect the natives whose land stolen by a white man and whose land given to them was was only the smallest portion of the land they sowed away and slaved away on. And just as the popular spiritial analogy of the only several women who worked like fifty or more men to till the soil and plant the seed and whose lips so unfairly failed to succour the harvest planted ~ The names of these still, and the true story of this once long and drawn out years long hardship, know this will someday be read by ancient aliens of a hopeful and better future world, and something better to embrace them and of the peace to come for them an energy with no end.
One thing is for sure, that the secret things done come out sooner or later and that a victory does come to those longly done unjustly. Clearly, the La O Lay Ale Loya of Dance Me Outside outlines that despite Indians who come from different tribes that just as some other pure American Indian films made suggest, that a once year gathering of all of the tribes upon the right mountain on high with so many voices of praise going up all at once of those solely whose hearts are right, spiritially, it is good and right to conquer the unrest of the ungrateful and the hording and those dissatisfied with what they already have and the spirit of the want more and more and more. Therefore, to disaffiliate from the northwestern evil of the far corner of Hell, the only answer left, it is just as the Indians who at last had to go away from the white man and have their own worlds and their own lives, not to just somehow survive, but to finally find a way to be happy despite all of the great and uncaring injustice and evil, that and the unkind, and unfair usurping of the white man of their children and their properties and their happiness and their joy ~ It is as if to say, I am hurt and badgered because I speak the truth. It is time for justice after a vicious murderer only gets two years in prison and the charge lowered to manslaughter while others set free.