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His Tribe (1964). Consequently, what we know and remember about Ishi today is<br />

based mostly on what <strong>The</strong>odora wrote.<br />

Ishi in Two Worlds directly confronted what Kroeber had studiously avoided: the<br />

history of the California Indian genocide at the hands of white settlers and ranchers.<br />

Chapters 3 through 5 of her book stand as one of the most unflinching renditions<br />

of the brutality and savagery of California’s white settler history. And because<br />

of <strong>The</strong>odora Kroeber’s compelling rendition of Ishi’s life and times, Ishi lent a face,<br />

a name, and a personalized narrative to the hidden genocide of his people. Ishi<br />

came to represent more than the life of a single man but to symbolize, instead, the<br />

broader experience of Native Americans.<br />

By contrast to the permanency of <strong>The</strong>odora’s simple text, the fragile plastic<br />

cylinders on which Kroeber (and later Sapir) recorded Ishi’s songs and folktales<br />

were stored too close to the heaters in the anthropology museum archives, and a<br />

great many melted. One of the early recordings that remains, however, is Ishi’s<br />

telling of the Yahi myth “Coyote Sleeps with His Sister,” which has been carefully<br />

transcribed by Leanne Hinton and her students at U.C. Berkeley and compared<br />

with similar and related tales collected from nearby tribes. At the conference entitled<br />

“Legacies of Ishi,” held in Oroville on May 12, 2000, Professor Hinton remarked<br />

on Ishi’s intense enjoyment in telling this long tale, with its many complicated<br />

subtexts filled with intimate details of Yahi practices of acorn gathering,<br />

cooking, and home-keeping. Why Ishi, a man who was by all accounts excessively<br />

modest (even prudish), chose to recount this particular tale with its explicitly sexual<br />

content dealing with a profound Yahi taboo—brother-sister incest—remained<br />

a bit of a mystery to Hinton. But the theme must have been a powerful one for Ishi,<br />

an adult male, who was forced to live, travel, and hide out with blood relations, all<br />

of them sexually restricted to him. Among the many forms of violence suffered by<br />

Ishi at the hands of the white miners and ranchers who hunted his people were<br />

the restrictions on his sexuality and of his right to reproduce. This was genocide<br />

in another form. Even after his capture or rescue by whites, Ishi’s sexuality was often<br />

the butt of public jokes. <strong>The</strong> local press had, for example, invented Ishi’s supposed<br />

sexual infatuation for Lily Lena, a lowbrow music hall entertainer from London<br />

who appeared at the Orpheum <strong>The</strong>ater in San Francisco in the fall of 1911.<br />

But Kroeber pointed out (1911b) that Ishi was far more impressed with the architecture<br />

of the building and with the crowds below the balcony where he was sitting<br />

than he was with Miss Lena, to whom he paid scant attention.<br />

In this same short, journalistic piece Kroeber recounts the arrival of Ishi to San<br />

Francisco on Labor Day, 1911. When the man called Ishi stepped off the ferry boat<br />

and into the glare of electric lights, hotel runners, and clanging trolley cars on Market<br />

Street, he was frightened and distraught. Ishi, Kroeber writes, was “a curious<br />

and pathetic figure in those [first] days. Timid, gentle, an almost ever-pervading<br />

fear held down and concealed to the best of his ability, he nevertheless startled<br />

and leaped at the slightest sudden sound. A new sight, or the crowding around of

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