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Editor\u2019s note: El Tecolote is proud to announce a new collaboration with literary artist, community activist and Mission resident Adriana Camarena tilted \u201cUnsettled\/Inquietos,\u201d the pilot for which we present here to you. For her opening essay, she profiles a longtime Mission resident known as Indio, weaving his story together with an exploration of the area\u2019s ancient natural waterway system to create a unique account of the neighborhood\u2019s indigenous history. Camarena conducted her historical research using Internet Archive and FoundSF\u2019s archive of Shaping San Francisco, as well as historical newspapers at the San Francisco Public Library, historical Spanish land grants and diaries, and literature and oral histories of the Ohlone people. <\/i><\/p>\n

It was during the Indian Summer of 2013 when I met Indio in the Mission. I was walking near 15th and Mission Street taking photos of abandoned mattresses and pushcarts with puffy black garbage sails. A homeless man passed by with his cart and took an interest in what I was doing. Posing his cart on the sidewalk for me, he introduced himself. \u201cMy name is \u2018Indio\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

His street name, \u201cIndio,\u201d means Indian in Spanish. \u201cYou are Native-American?\u201d I asked. In response, Indio raised his sleeve to show a tattoo of a spirit stick with two long eagle feathers. \u201cI was part of the Alcatraz Occupation,\u201d he said, and as he did, his eyes welled up with tears.<\/p>\n

I asked Indio, \u201cCan I come back, and get to know you?\u201d explaining that I would be away for travel, but would find him when I returned.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, that works.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere can I find you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHere, or sometimes I sleep in Dolores Park.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Mission Dolores Basilica at the corner of Dolores and 16th streets. Photo: Adriana Camarena<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Chutchui<\/b><\/p>\n

Long before the Mission existed, there was an indigenous village close to a creek called Chutchui. A group of Yelamu people, who spoke Ramaytush, lived at Chutchui. In April 1776, the de Anza expedition arrived in the vicinity of their village, scouting for good land. \u201cWe arrived at a beautiful creek,\u201d wrote Father Pedro Font in his diary, \u201cwhich because it was Friday of Sorrows, we called the Creek of Sorrows (Arroyo de los Dolores.)\u201d The creek was lined by fragrant yellow chamomile, violets and herbs, and ambled down what is today 14th Street, into a tidal lagoon which the Spaniards named the Lagoon of Sorrows.<\/p>\n

At the edge of the Lagoon of Sorrows, the Spaniards formally inaugurated the Mission of San Francisco de As\u00eds on Oct. 9, 1776. In 1791 the Mission was moved uphill towards its present location at 16th and Dolores streets, probably due to the inland swelling of the Lagoon and its swampy surroundings during the rainy season, when it would spread west to today\u2019s Guerrero Street. After the Mission moved, the original Creek of Sorrows came to be known as the Old Creek of Sorrows (Viejo Arroyo Dolores), and the creek south of the Mission, under today\u2019s 18th Street, became the new Creek of Sorrows (Arroyo Dolores). The Mission of San Francisco de As\u00eds became known by its street name, Mission of Sorrows (Misi\u00f3n Dolores.)<\/p>\n

The village of Chutchui would lose its name, as the Yelamu people lost their original names through baptism into the Mission ranch system. Twenty-year-old Chamis, the first Yelamu to be baptized, became Francisco Moraga, adopting the name of the patron saint of the Mission and the last name of his godfather Lieutenant Jos\u00e9 Joaquin Moraga, a Spanish invader.<\/p>\n

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Image of an impromptu installation with zarape, mariachi pants and skull by Melody Rodriguez. Photo: Adriana Camarena<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Bear Clan<\/b><\/p>\n

In the following month, after meeting Indio, I looked around Dolores Park, then again \u201cdownstream\u201d on 16th Street, but I could not find him anywhere in the Mission. One Monday in October, I spent the morning hours searching for Indio. I approached an older gentlemen on Capp Street near 16th Street, who was sitting on the sidewalk near some black trash cans. I asked the man (who I\u2019ll call\u00a0 <\/span>P.) if he knew Indio. I described him; his tattoo.<\/p>\n

P. didn\u2019t know him, but added, \u201cI am Indian\u2014Cherokee Black.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026When I was growing up, I would watch Westerns. One day my momma catches me laughing at a cowboy and Indians show. She says, \u2018You\u2019re stupid. You right there are laughing at yourself.\u2019 That\u2019s how I learned I was Cherokee.\u201d<\/p>\n

Another man, W., arrives. He has the ice. P. gets out a pipe. W. looks at me with concern, and P. says, \u201cShe\u2019s alright.\u201d A man comes over and looks at me and says, \u201cShe\u2019s pretty.\u201d P. says, \u201cShe\u2019s not about that.\u201d And lights the pipe. They offer it to me and I shake my head, and watch as each of them smokes the pipe.<\/p>\n

As they are getting high, I tell them a tale to guide their trip. Sitting next to them, I recount my evening at the Rob Hill Campground in the Presidio the weekend prior, where a council of Ohlone grandmothers and the Costanoan Rumsen Carmel Tribe had hosted a Big Time Gathering:<\/p>\n

The setting sun had colored the sky orange, and when the night had fallen, a fire bloomed inside a circle of chairs. The silhouette and shadows of the redwood trees stretched around us, both in the sky and on the ground. We entered that \u201cother place.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Ohlone dancers cloaked in bearskins prepared to enter the circle through the sacred doorway. The soundwaves from drumming coursed through my body, entrancing me.\u00a0 <\/span>I deeply wanted to weep, as I watched, not men but bears, start dancing around the fire, their embodiment of these animals in movement precise. I was further undone when I was invited\u2014taken in\u2014by the Ohlone to walk among the bears inside the circle for a healing.<\/p>\n

P. and W. and the other man, L., just nodded their heads envisioning the bears, the dance, the centuries, the gift of healing\u2026<\/p>\n

The same day of 1776, on which the Spaniards found the location for the Mission, they went exploring down a canyon where they met a fearsome bear, who was not afraid of them. The soldiers unloaded their firearms, and killed it.<\/p>\n

Like the sands of the shore<\/b><\/p>\n

In the 50 years after its founding, the population of Mission Dolores would increase to over one thousand indigenous residents. The first arrived through voluntary integration, but as time passed, and the native populations were decimated by a typhus fever, and others fled to join the resistance in the East Bay, Ohlone people from all over the region\u2014Huchuin-Aguastos and Carquins, Coast Miwoks, Suisuns, Napas, Ululatos and Canicaymos\u2014were forcefully bound to the Mission production system. Meanwhile, the number of original Yelamu people in the Mission dramatically declined. By the time the United States occupied San Francisco in 1846, only one Yelamu inhabitant remained at the Mission, Pedro Alcantara. Of his people he said:<\/p>\n

\u201cMy people were once around me like the sands of the shore\u2026 many\u2026 many. They have all passed away. They have died like the grass\u2026 they have gone to the mountains. I do not complain, the antelope falls with the arrow. I had a son. I loved him. When the palefaces came he went away. \u2026 I am alone.\u201d \u2013 Alcantara, in Johnston (1850) as cited in Milliken (February 1996)<\/p>\n

Sighting<\/b><\/p>\n

The Giants won the World Series for the third time in late October 2014, beating the Kansas City Royals, and I went out to the streets to celebrate and document the chaotic joy of the neighborhood. A few hours later, I headed back home on the emptying Mission Street. Riot cops were choking the intersections at 16th Street and 24th Street, leaving us stragglers in the middle lands with the walk of the place, howling \u201chooray\u201d in diminishing numbers. Near 20th Street, I spotted the contagious joy of a homeless man dressed in his Giants gear pushing his cart downhill, picking up bottles, whooping in victory, pumping his fist in the air, and slapping hands with drunk hipsters and OG\u2019s crossing his path. I ran over for a victorious high five, only to find myself yelling, \u201cWait?! You\u2019re Indio!\u201d We hugged, and then the current of celebration carried us south and north, in opposite directions.<\/p>\n

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Courtesy: MuseumCa.org<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Precita Creek<\/b><\/p>\n

A creek once marked the southern boundary of the Mission valley. The creek named Precita (Little Dam) by Spanish ranchers was sourced from the slopes of Twin Peaks. The waterway skipped steeply down 24th Street, dropping south towards the foot of Bernal Hill where it gathered further run off. The street lining the river would become known as Army Street, and by 1899, the residents near Army Street would be pleading with the City for a sewage system to contain the flooding and stench caused by Precita swamp. Only a few years earlier, a weekend storm had met up with what an 1894 issue of the San Francisco Chronicle called the highest tide known in years, perhaps a King Tide, and flooded gardens and basements, cottages, a hay barn and horse stables, a grocery store whose stock floated downstream, and a shoe factory whose entire leather stock was ruined. The flooding reached up to San Jos\u00e9 Avenue, while a veritable lake formed on Mission Street. Considering the extent of the damage it caused, the creek must have originally been a hearty one, at times a river with a pull where it met the active tidal inlet near the foot of Potrero and Bernal hills.\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Eventually the residents of the Mission got their wish and the river and inlet were tunneled out of sight, out of mind, under Army Street, now known as Cesar Chavez Street. A constant flow of cars now roll over cement, entering and exiting the highway ramps and underpasses, in a knot of roadways which the transport geeks call \u201cThe Hairball.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was finally here in the Indian Summer of 2017, where I located Indio again. This is his story.<\/p>\n

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Clyde \u201cIndio\u201d Martinez, Sioux Native American, proudly sporting his neighborhood and team colors. Photo: Adriana Camarena<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Alcatraz<\/b><\/p>\n

One day, when Clyde was a very young child, he was standing near the river that ran by his grandmother\u2019s ranch in Solen, North Dakota on the Standing Rock Reservation. As he looked out upon the plains, he saw a Sioux Indian dressed in full feather headdress, a staff in his hand, and war paint on his scowling face. Clyde turned to tell his grandmother, who stood close by him, but when he turned back the warrior was gone and he felt an ice cold breeze pass through his chest. Germaine Dakota, his grandmother, told him, \u201cThat\u2019s just a spirit looking for a body to inhabit. He was just checking you out, but you were not the right one.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clyde\u2019s mother, Eva Martinez, had gone ahead to California to study beauty school in San Francisco. Clyde and his grandmother followed. Not long after their arrival in San Francisco, Germaine Dakota boarded a boat with six-year-old Clyde and joined the Occupation of Alcatraz, where he lived for the following months. \u201cArriving at the landing, I saw the painted sign that said, \u2018Indian Lands.\u2019 I think it is still there. They had also set up tepees.\u201d<\/p>\n

When Alcatraz prison shut down in 1963, the Bay Area Chapter of the American Indian Council sought to place a claim on the island. But it was not until the Indian American Center in San Francisco burned down in October of 1969, that local Native Americans were spurred into action to take over Alcatraz. Organizers finally succeeded in their goal with a predawn invasion of the island on Nov. 20, 1969, in which 89 Indian men, women and children reached the Rock and reclaimed it as an occupation of Indians of All Tribes.<\/p>\n

Being so young, Clyde spent his days exploring the island, even entering places where he should not be. \u201cIt\u2019s spooky at night too. The place is squeaky.\u201d He remembered reveling in those moments when supporters on boats from San Francisco would break through the FBI blockade to throw food to the occupiers. The Indians of All Tribes were completely dependent on the delivery of supplies.<\/p>\n

The symbolic action and charismatic leadership of the movement succeeded in drawing nationwide attention to Native American struggles, but in the months to come, the leadership of the council would change and wane as people came and went. Then in January 1970, the young stepdaughter of Richard Oakes, one of main movement leaders, fell to her death from one of the prison\u2019s stairwells. Broken hearted, he and his partner left the island. The occupation spiraled into problems as the political core of the movement diffused, and on June 11, 1971, nineteen months and nine days since the occupation had begun, federal authorities escorted out the final 15 Indians from Alcatraz.<\/p>\n

Thick with Indians<\/b><\/p>\n

Back again on the peninsula, Indio never took much to school. \u201cI went to all the schools in the Mission and got kicked out of all of them:\u00a0 <\/span>Horace Mann, Everett, Lick, all of them. My mother would deliver me to the front door and I would head straight to the back door. At one point, she had someone guarding the back door so I couldn\u2019t escape\u2026 Over there where you have the Navigation Center at 16th and Mission, there used to be a Continuation School. If you got kicked out of there, then that was it.\u201d Indio got kicked out of there. He called it quits on school and decided to get a job. \u201cI\u2019ve been working since the age of 13.\u201d<\/p>\n

His social center became the American Indian Center that was reestablished in San Francisco at 225 Valencia Street, near 14th Street, across from the old Levis Factory that is now a school. \u201cI hung out there practically every day, playing pool and going to the monthly powwows.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>When the previous center had burned in 1969, it had 2,000 dues-paying members in the Bay Area, and served an estimated 30,000 in the broader Indian community. Indio describes Valencia Street as being thick with Indians from Montana, South Dakota, Florida, all tribes. \u201cI used to see Indians all the time back then.\u201d He might still bump into one on occasion around Capp and 16th Streets. Over time, as the rent increased, Native Americans moved out to Oakland and beyond.<\/p>\n

Indio, the child laborer, started shining shoes at Cochran\u2019s Pool Hall at 16th and Market streets, which is how he became a pool shark. There, Downtown Brown, the one-armed player took him under his wing and taught him all the tricks of the trade. \u201cI\u2019m still really good,\u201d he boasts. \u201cI would hit all the Indian and Samoan bars in the Mission. They\u2019re all wine bars now, but back then, they were Indian bars.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sasha and Kayla<\/b><\/p>\n

At the age of 14, Indio fathered a child with a strawberry blonde, blue-eyed Irish girl from the Mission, same age as him, called Michelle. \u201cIt was the happiest moment when the baby\u2019s head full of hair comes out. And she\u2019s not white, she\u2019s dark just like me. \u2026I was holding Michelle\u2019s hand and she was screaming how much she hated me. Then, we both started crying\u2026. We went to lamaze classes together, I think we were the youngest couple in the room.\u201d They named their daughter Sasha.<\/p>\n

I ask Indio, whether Michelle\u2019s parents were cool with him. \u201cOh yeah, they were an Irish biker family. Her dad owned an auto body shop on 16th and Capp Street. Her mom was 6\u20191 with tattooed arms.\u201d It was Indio\u2019s mom who wasn\u2019t happy that he was not with his race. His mom went on to marry Charles Leading Fighter, who fathered Indio\u2019s two brothers and sisters. Indio went on to have another dark-skinned, dark-haired daughter with Michelle, who they named Kayla.<\/p>\n

But their marriage didn\u2019t last, they were too young and Indio started going out. One day, Michelle greeted him at the door fed up, handed the two babies to him, and walked off for a break. Indio still cares very much for her, and wonders sometimes what would have become of him, if they could have stuck it out. Michelle went north close to Chico, and Indio lost communication, although he never failed to send child support.<\/p>\n

Indio worked as a Xerox operator at 2nd and Mission streets, as a cook, a butcher, and finally fell into designing and delivering flower bouquets at the Flower Market on Bryant Street. From there, a Polk Street Florist picked him up, employing him for more than 10 years. \u201cIt is very quiet, very simple work. I didn\u2019t have someone over my head.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was during this time that Sasha and Kayla, hearing that their father worked as a florist in San Francisco picked up the Yellow Pages and called every flower shop in town until they found him. The next weekend he was up there visiting them. A few years back, they asked Indio to enroll them as part of the Sioux tribe under his registration number in North Dakota, \u201cThey don\u2019t say they are white. They say they are Indian\u2026.\u201d Sasha and Kayla have children of their own now, five little Sioux granddaughters to Indio between the two of them.<\/p>\n

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Sculpture titled \u201cInvocation\u201d by Pepe Ozan, representing an Eagle-Warrior, located at the corner of Bayshore Blvd., Cesar Chavez Street at 26th Street, next to the U.S. 101 underpass. The plaque on this sculpture reads \u201cPresented to Honor the Indigenous Heritage of This Region.\u201d Recently graffitied. Photo: Adriana Camarena<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Child of Red-Tailed Hawk<\/b><\/p>\n

Indio has been back to North Dakota two or three times when he was bored, and lived off and on in Concord and Vallejo, but mostly the Mission was home. He has lived in apartments everywhere in the Mission: 16th and Valencia, 18th and Capp, 18th and Linda, 24th and San Bruno. In 2004, he became very ill after he collapsed on the job. A benign tumor had developed in his spine, which cut off circulation to his legs and hip. He required a hip replacement. Holding on to employment and housing became more difficult after his injury.<\/p>\n

I ask him if he finds it hard to be homeless. \u201cWhen I was by myself, it was easier. Now that I have a wife, I worry about leaving her alone. That\u2019s why I got her a dog.\u201d Melody, the seven-week-old pit puppy, is named after her human mom, Melody, Indio\u2019s partner. \u201cI\u2019m liked down here. I\u2019m always cooking and feeding people. Spaghetti, meatballs over gravy and rice. \u2026. But even before I was down here, while I was living in a home, I would pass out socks, make soup with my friends and go out and feed people. Maybe they needed a prayer, maybe they just wanted to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n

Around 2009, Indio started eating and volunteering at St. Martin de Porres kitchen on Potrero Street between 15th and 16th streets. Soon enough, he was coordinating volunteers, and soon after that living in the communal household attached to St. Martin\u2019s. For five straight years, he was up at 6 a.m. and closing down at 6 p.m. \u201cWhy did you leave?,\u201d I ask. \u201cI burned out. I just burned out. I was working all the time.\u201d After that he was homeless again.<\/p>\n

For a time, Indio lived out on the street near the corner of Folsom and 19th, where a red-tailed hawk adopted him. The hawk had started perching on a lamppost above him. One morning the hawk brought a bird and dropped it next to Indio. Without hesitating, Indio hid the bird under a blanket. The hawk flew away and brought another bird and ate this one. After that day, every morning the hawk brought Indio a bird to eat, and then went to fetch one for himself. \u201cI think he thought I was his baby hawk,\u201d he laughs.<\/p>\n

Indio and the Melodies<\/b><\/p>\n

Indio used to recycle for income, but he cannot do that anymore. His hip and leg have acted up again, and walking is difficult. Biking is better. He lives on disability income and hopes to be able to go into the new Navigation Center on South Van Ness soon; more for Melody\u2019s sake than his own, since she will be able to access additional services there that she wants for her own disabilities.<\/p>\n

Melody, the puppy is munching on my notebook and my hand, and I give her belly rubs for being bad. \u201cI got her microchipped today,\u201d says Indio happily, \u201cA friend of mine posted online that a homeless person needed help covering the $189 dollar fee for microchipping his dog, and just like that someone offered to cover it.\u201d Indio pats Melody, \u201cPeople in San Francisco. They really love animals.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Dreamcatcher overlooking Cesar Chavez Street, previously Precita Creek. Dreamcatcher handmade by Indio with recycled and natural materials. Photo: Adriana Camarena<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Occupation of Federal Land<\/b><\/p>\n

Living under the U.S. 101 ramp at Cesar Chavez Street is stressful. The highway patrol comes around every Monday and Thursday demanding that everyone vacate the premises . \u201cThey come in saying, \u2018You got 10 minutes to move or we\u2019re putting you in cuffs.\u2019\u201d Those days Indio and the Melodies are up at the crack of dawn shuffling out their belongings onto the City bike path immediately adjacent to the ramp. The underpass community moves their neat little line of mobile carts right back in the next day. It is safer to live in an enclosed area with a dirt floor but a solid roof (in this case a ramp) over their heads.<\/p>\n

In 1969, the Indians of All Tribes published \u201cThe Alcatraz Proclamation to the great White Father and his People,\u201d in which they offered to buy back the island from the federal government for \u201ctwenty-four dollars in glass beads and red cloth.\u201d They made the case that the island fit the definition of an Indian reservation by Caucasian standards given its isolation, lack of modern facilities and transportation, lack of fresh running water, no industry, employment, education or healthcare services, and other dire characteristics. Despite the geographical challenges, the council proposed to develop appropriate and visionary institutions for Native American studies, spirituality, ecology, and training in traditional arts and crafts.<\/p>\n

Like Alcatraz, The Hairball is similarly desolate land.\u00a0 <\/span>But it too could be envisioned as a refuge for the poor guided by Native American perspectives. Consider that the U.S. 101 underpass occupation already has one benefit over the island: At night, Indio can hear the running water of old Precita Creek coursing underneath him, still resisting extermination.<\/p>\n

[su_box title=”About Unsettled”]Unsettled in the Mission is a series of literary non-fiction essays by Adriana Camarena to be published periodically as supplements in El Tecolote through January 2019. Her writing is based on portraits of the traditional working class and poor residents of the Mission District for an exploration of Latino identities and histories. This is a collaborative project supported by the Creative Work Fund, however, the views and opinions expressed in \u201cUnsettled\u201d are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Acci\u00f3n Latina.<\/p>\n

Next<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Please join the author for a public reading on October 7th, 2017 at 8pm at Mission Cultural Center for Latino Arts, located at 2868 Mission Street, San Francisco, as part of MAPP. The next issue of \u201cUnsettled in the Mission\u201d will be published in the November 2nd, 2017 issue of El Tecolote.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>About the Author<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Adriana Camarena is a Mexican from Mexico, complicated by an upbringing in the U.S., Uruguay, and Mexico. She became a resident of the Mission District of San Francisco in 2008. Since arriving in the Mission, Adriana began collecting tales of borders, line-crossings, and overlapping identities told by residents to provide a layered picture of this traditionally working class immigrant neighborhood in California. To learn more about the author and her work, please visit www.unsettlers.org<\/p>\n

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