Nichole's blog #6

I just finished reading pages 108-139, and I thought this was a very sad section. The section opened with a scene in the town of Gallup, a very sad and depressing place for the local Indians. Silko goes on to describe how poorly the white men treat the Indian women who live under the bridge, and how Indians are seen as a lower class then the white people. This relates to the Nazi's in a way because the German's and Jew's held the same job positions but the German's still felt they were of higher class then the Jew's, which is pretty much what is happening between the white people and the Indians. I think it is very depressing how even though the white people act so horribly towards the Indians, the Indians still perform to make the white people money from the tourists. I enjoyed how Silko described Tayo's and Betonie's first confrontation and their little meeting, I guess it could be called. It seemed at first that Tayo was frightened by Betonie because Tayo thought that he was sent there so he wouldn't go back to Laguna. Although, after finishing this section, I think that Betonie really did help Tayo with his post-war trauma because he was the first person that Tayo was ever able to talk it out with. I have a feeling that the poem on pages 128 to 130 is in fact about Betonie's littler help boy. I think this because why would there just be a poem about a random kid after Betonie had introduced his helper to Tayo. I thought it was interesting how after Tayo told Betonie about Emo and how he played with human teeth, Betonie brought up the legend of how white people were created by witchery. In a way, I could see how this could be true because witchery is something that is looked down upon by the Indian people and white people treat the Indian people very poorly. My one question for this section is: Is Night Swan Betonie's granmother? Because Tayo said he noticed that Betonie was an Indian with hazel eyes, and Night Swan did in fact have hazel eyes.

Favorite quotes:
"He looked at his face. The cheekbones were like the wings of a hawk soaring away from his broad nose." Page 119
"He had to touch his own hand to remember what year it was: thick welted scars from the shattered bottle glass." Page 139