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That Indian bar in Spokane was owned and operated by a white couple. Would you have guessed that very few Indians own the bars where Indians congregate? That white couple also owned the apartment above the bar. When our Indian parents left us kids in the cars while they went into the bar to party, we'd look up to that apartment window where that couple's white daughter sat looking down at all of us. She was a fairy tale figure. Her blonde hair seemed to be the sun illuminating one block of the dark city. We Indian kids wanted to be that white girl in the window. She had parents who ran a business. They weren't poor. She sat golden and perfect behind the glass. She lived in a museum that we were never allowed to visit. Decades later, I met that white girl as an adult. It was breath- taking to make that connection through all the time and distance. She remembered us Indian kids as a crew. I remembered her as a solitary figure. I told her that we'd always wanted to be as luminious as her. She said she wanted to be as luminous as us. She said that she was the only child of parents who drank, fought, and lost all of it. She watched us running from car to car, eating chips, drinking soda pop, and laughing. She said that she was jealous of us because we played as a group. She said that she wished she was as resilient as us. And I said No. I told her that we Indians kids were a clan of the lonely. I said that all of us were broken then and are still broken into pieces now. I said that many of those kids that she saw every weekend have died young. She sighed and said that she was still broken, too. Isn't it strange how that luminous white girl in the window was just as unhappy as us luminous Indian kids running in the streets? But doesn't luminous mean that we were on fire? Doesn't luminous mean that all of us children were kindling being thrown by the world onto the pyre?
A Window in Spokane, Washington
Very beautiful wistful poem. We imagine other people's lives and families to be less complex than they are.
Since the blood alcohol levels for drivers were reduced dramatically, kids no longer sit outside the pubs in my country. Many of the rural hotels s have closed unless they offer food and good coffee. They used to be a place where the disparate community could interact...mixed bag. Predators and friends shared a space and behaviour and booze intake was moderated to an extent.
Now it's much cheaper to drink heavily at home in front of the kids.
So Powerful. A quantum leap from - "the grass is always greener on the other side" but also right along side. Thank you