Old Sun Community College Third Floor

My name is Rachel First Rider, my Blackfoot name is Iitotaika’nah. This morning I’m going to talk about when I lived here at school, when they first brought me here. I don’t know, I might have been the age of eight or seven years old, when they brought me here to live… I don’t really know. I was young and such but when I got older, then they put me with the children and the workers, the white ladies, the teachers, we cooked for them. The one I was with has now passed away was my friend and younger sister Komehtaki, Elsie Black. This was the one I was with in the place where we slept when I reached senior girl dorm level.

Then we started working in the kitchen when it was 6AM, they would wake us up and we would go downstairs. At the kitchen we started preparing the food the children were going to eat, and the workers here. These are the things… I really didn’t get much schooling, they just… I learned to cook. I had already left school, when I left school, that’s when I didn’t cook anymore. That, the cook the one who supervised us, always got mad at us when we uhh… she would slap us.

Kamehtaki and I, we would try to do good work then. There were times, so we wouldn’t talk, she would tape our mouths so we wouldn’t talk anymore and had to keep on working and cooking. These, the porridge, when night came, nighttime, they started cooking all night… all night and the porridge was cooked, this is what the children ate. That and, we would go to the place where they made bread, we would help a little with the bread the children ate. These are how we all know how to cook. There have been a lot I have cooked for and that was how I learned to cook. I was about ready to leave school when I stopped cooking, then I left school.

There was another time, before I started cooking, I don’t know how old I was then. We then started going to school, before I started working in the kitchen. In the morning we go to pray then go eat. Eat breakfast. We go to school. When recess came, we were chased outside. The doors were closed, we couldn’t run back in. Those trees, they were all there, the swings we were all chased there. We weren’t supposed to be near the school. it wasn’t so hard in the summer. When it was hard was in winter. They locked us out even if there was a cold wind, we just tried to find a place where there was no wind. If we get caught, we get chased to the field where we played, we just wait for the bell to ring and come inside. These are things that were so hard back in the past. When it was very cold, we were acclimatized to the weather. The people I went to school with, we got used to the cold weather and now we don’t really have a cold winter. In the past, we got locked out it was pitiful. And we are so glad to go inside and be warm.

Then, this when we go to eat, they would make us stand for a long time. If a boy or girl got into trouble, we all got blamed and when we finished eating, we were told to get up and stand up. I think one hour, that’s how long we stood for. We were very tired from standing, we don’t talk, we don’t stand by the chairs for support. If we caught by the care-givers, white ladies or the white man, we get strapped when we walk out. These are the things that were hard, that we stood for a long time. This is why I don’t like to stand, now I can hardly get up.

For me, when we get strapped, those… We say, a lot of people say, those things we got strapped with are from tractor, what they call a belt. That’s what they look like. They strap our hands… hands are just red, this what we hated. When we are told to line up sometimes if children get into trouble, we get blamed too and we would all get strapped too.

And also, I encountered this, a place where we stayed, the playroom, it’s called side bathroom, I don’t know. If we got into trouble, they put us in there where the tub was. We pull our pants down, we lie face up- no we didn’t lie face up, were laid face down on the tub and with a big brush they smacked our back side. We couldn’t sit down when done. I would cry loudly so they stop strapping me. With the late Ahpakistowaki, Theresa Royal, she was the one that put me first and went I came out, she would ask me “did it hurt?” I answer “yes I’m still crying so they can’t finish strapping me.” She would say, “I’m just going cry loudly.”

These are the things I think about… why are they so mean? And this one who took care of us, when my daughter was going to school here, the older one Joyce, this supervisor came here and she worked here for a little while. I lived in Kainai at that time, you know. I thought I should have gone there and beat her up. She was really abusive to us, those caregivers.

Two people took good care of me, my late sister, Statamooni, Henrietta Low Horn and Soyiitapiaki, Hazel Black Rider. These are the ones who took care of me when I first started school. These are the things I don’t like to talk about… these things because they were too bad, how we were abused. Now she’s gone, Kamihtaki, Elsie, that’s the one I was abused with and the ones I know when we all get strapped when one got into trouble. They tell us, if we are hanging out with them, they tell us “You are also in trouble” and strap us too. These things were bad, now they tell me.

There are times I like to talk, my mouth is also taped, also Kamihtaki’s so we couldn’t talk. That’s how bad that white lady was. When we went go to pray the kids would laugh at us because our mouths were taped shut. These are the things. It really… we can’t speak English, I didn’t even know how to speak English when I first came to school. Now I know. It was really hard, they tell us not to speak Blackfoot. They strapped us for this when they caught us speaking Blackfoot. They were really bad, there was lots of these people. White people, white ladies, how they treated us they think its ok, “This child will get straight if we strapped them.” They say, “now if we strapped them when they get into trouble.” No, it’s not like that we say now. People when we touch a child we get charged.

These white ladies, they must have all passed away. Some of them I know have passed, the ones that strapped us and abused us. This one teacher would grab the back our necks and twist the skin, she hurt us so much. Or the ruler, she would hit us on the fingers. These are the bad ones who treated us bad, white men, white ladies… how badly they abused us when we lived here at the school.

These are the things I don’t like to talk about, I get a lonely feeling and I get really emotional when I talk about it. Then I think, “well I have to talk about them so maybe I won’t think about it.” I’m old now I just talk but anybody… I won’t talk about it. The white ladies if they say, “how was it?” I have a lot of white friends and they say, “how was it when you lived there?” I tell them, “no, it’s not good to talk about it.”

I don’t have any more to say.

[emotional breakdown]

– Iitotaika’nah, Rachel First Rider

Notes:

Oral interview with Rachel First Ride. Conducted, translated, and transcribed by Gwendora Bear Chief. Old Sun Community College, June 29, 2022.