Advocate Jan 2014
Advocate Jan 2014
Advocate Jan 2014
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THE ADVOCATE VOL. 72 PART 1 JANUARY <strong>2014</strong><br />
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ago, on one of our several journeys to Haida Gwaii, I fell into conversation<br />
with the watchman at Ninstints. I remarked on the fact that a number of the<br />
poles were in poor shape and a few lay on the ground. I let drop the incautious<br />
remark that the Haida really ought to take better care of such priceless<br />
artifacts. Wonnegon, the watchman, gave me a disdainful look and<br />
launched into a gentle lecture on the subject. The gist of his philosophy was<br />
that man is born, grows up, matures, spends a lifetime working and living,<br />
ages, falls into decay and at last dies. So it is, he said, with the poles. It is<br />
their destiny, like all things. All things, he emphasized: they are doomed to<br />
thin away into insignificance and oblivion. It all depends on your point of<br />
view. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.<br />
The plot of the writing of the opera is developed with great sophistication.<br />
Alicia’s journeys to interview all the people who had known the anthropologist<br />
and all of whom had struggled to unearth the reason for his unpredicted<br />
suicide is a tale of a psychological enigma. It remains unsolved, just as the<br />
reason for Wilson Duff’s suicide remains unsolved today, for he left no death<br />
note behind and his death by his own hand took all his acquaintances and<br />
his family by surprise. There appeared to be no reason for it. A theory is<br />
developed that Hart (or Duff) became increasingly eccentric if not actually<br />
psychologically disturbed and that he killed himself in the hope of being<br />
reincarnated as Shawcross, the carver. Hart’s journals, which Alicia manages<br />
to unearth in the provincial archives, have reference to Shawcross’s own suicide.<br />
In fact Edenshaw himself committed suicide in 1920.<br />
There are two minor sub-plots. One, running through the narrative like a<br />
graceful countermelody, is the tale of two stone masks used in ritual dancing.<br />
One mask has eyes through which the dancer sees; the other is blind.<br />
One fits over the other. The masks are part of the famous mythical Haida<br />
story “Raven Steals the Light”. Oddly, neither mask is Haida. The blind mask<br />
was collected from the Tsimpshian village of Kitkatla and the sighted mask<br />
from Metlakatla. Austin Hart is obsessed with the task of bringing the masks<br />
together, as one is in Paris, and although the French do lend it briefly, they<br />
won’t give it up at any price. The other mask and a replica of its mate can be<br />
seen now in the Museum of Civilization in Ottawa. The other sub-plot has to<br />
do with a Haida rattle that has gone missing. This rattle, carved in the form<br />
of a raven, is in fact now to be found in the Museum of Anthropology at UBC.<br />
Bring Me One of Everything gets its title from instructions given by missionaries<br />
to the Haida in the 19th century. They were bent on collecting<br />
artifacts, some for their own collections, others to sell. In itself this creates<br />
a little window on the witless arrogance with which the white man has<br />
treated the natives of this country. We are still at it.