…as a kid growing up and shuffling through various public schools, i was exposed to the same urban myths and lurid stories that appealed to the morbidity of thirteen year olds. bloody mary, chupacabra’s, the night stalker and so forth peppered our conversations like trained mccaws repeat oft heard phrases. of course the donner party tragedy was bandied about hollowly, all speculation but no real facts behind it. just wildly distorted “truths” passed on from older siblings, a distracted parent or an irritated teacher. what i knew of the donner party was simple: they got lost, snowed in and began to eat each other. end of story. fast forward thirty years and without it even being on my mind, i manage to find a book that reveals so much about the tragedy and the forces that put it into play. written by daniel james brown, “the indifferent stars above” comes across with so much heart.
the author didn’t set about writing another dry, factoid chronology and nor did he attempt to write some creepy historical novel replete with fictional dialog. instead he chose a young woman from the party close in age to his own daughter and full of the dreams of starting a new life with a loving young husband in the bargain. he traced sarah graves from her home in illinois and sketched out a picture full of life, family and community which breathed life into a young bride who would in the end, withstand the horrors of the donner tragedy. tragedy doesn’t begin to do justice for these series of events which were doomed from the very beginning. rather than list all of the gory details, he introduces the characters who take advantage of the donners, the graves and other emigrants and who through their own greed and gross negligence, seal their doom. he speaks about the mountain men and trappers who lent their help to so many lost emigrants and he describes the native american tribes who were exploited and exploited others in turn. throughout the recounting gleaned from historical reference and old fashioned sleuthing, brown weaves in medical information, historical comparisons and relevant facts to give the story a context to which we can relate. this in turn enables the reader to better understand the hard, often brutal circumstances, the cultural and psychological traits, durability, strengths and frailties of the individuals involved. i was riveted!
what i took away was the perspective their experience put my own life into. it was definitely a look into an extinct way of life that nothing in the modern western civilization could prepare you for. we are surrounded by so many creature comforts and conveniences, our modern plumbing, gps, computers, internet, medicines and so forth that have cocooned us in selfish narcissism. i believe the author said it best as he contrasted the stark reality of what was happening to sarah and the rest of the donner party with the industrial revolution and then modern advances that were happening on the east coast. he said that basically, the further the party went west, the further back in time they traveled leaving behind all of the modern conveniences that were transpiring in civilized cities. that their situation and the tools at their disposal was in comparison to the stone age. what really stung was knowing that so much of it could have been prevented but for the predatory greed of others and their own naïvete.
that said, of course the gory details were fascinating too! every five to ten minutes i kept interrupting my partner with groans of “oh no!” and “oh, my god”. at every turn it seemed that whatever you thought was bad could be topped with something worse. i’ve never seen so many disasters compounded and by the end of course, i’m wondering why they had to go all the way out to california in the first place when things were just swell in illinois. you’d have to know a thing or two about the pioneer spirit but for most of us, that means backpacking through vietnam or a holiday trek through india. the one thing that i can attest to, having worked in a morgue, was the comment on the smell of cooked human flesh. for those who turn up their noses and exclaim, ‘i could never’, i can attest to the fact that it does indeed smell like any other juicy roast or charbroiled burger you may have consumed during your lifetime. a comparison so certain that finally turned me to vegetarianism.
for someone who knew of the donner party without really knowing the true saga behind it, i had to say this was the best book to go with. not dry and removed, nor is it sentimental in the telling but it does pull at your heart to see the sadness of the whole incident laid bare. brown takes you across dry prairies, over baking salt flats and up sheer basalt cliffs and manages to educate his readers all without any interruption to the flow of the tale. i do have to quote mary roach from the new york times sunday book review: “One of his (brown’s) goals is to restore dignity to the Donner emigrants, whose courage and decency have, over the years, taken a back seat to their menu.” a must read for lovers of american history and dare i say, tragedies…
…and it was a beautiful sight to behold! i can only hope this moment didn’t alienate anyone who may have been on the side of mccain and palin but in fact, puts all of the differences aside in an opportunity for us to roll up our sleeves and work together. despite republican or democrat, we need each other, all of us, in order to survive the ordeals ahead. and, fuck it, yes, i’m excited to see an african american in office! how could i not be? i’ll be excited to see a latin american, an asian american, a native american, a gay american or a woman or any other firsts for that matter because change is good! it brings new ideas and new perspective on the american way of life which is so vast and varied. every story is of importance and interest. what kind of world is it anyway when you can’t walk down the street without fear of violence because of who you are ? i have never met anyone whom even if i couldn’t respect, did not deserve the right to share this planet with each and everyone of us. i’ve not met anyone that i was so angry with that i felt violence was the answer. so i watch this parade in admittedly fear, in fear that a camera could be a gun, a grenade or a rifle. a shame that something of this magnitude could be tinged with the possibility of violence. that something so important and historic has to be viewed with my breath held, is so telling. i wish none of us had to feel that way. that none of us lived in fear of being ourselves…p.s. thank you for including us “non-believers”!…
…andrew just sent me this 
