Like many kids, summer was always my favorite time of
year in Oklahoma. No school, lots of swimming, plenty of time to read—what wasn’t
to love? Every summer, my sister and I would spend a week alone in Pryor, with
our aunt. This gave each of us a week of quality alone time with our Mom, and a
week of quality alone time with our aunt and grandparents.
Our aunt lived in an adorable, quaint yellow house. She
had a lot of pets, from dogs and cats to birds and even a turtle. As an animal
lover, I loved visiting and playing with all the animals. I also loved eating
out all the time, as she and my grandparents rarely cooked. One summer, the
week I spent with her included a daily Blue Coconut slushy from Sonic. One of
our traditions was going to see a movie together at the Allred theatre.
Pryor is a small town, about the same size as the one I currently
live in. The Allred is an institution in this town and has the same old-timey
look as when it was first built—in 1917. It has the old-fashioned outdoor marquee,
the blazing lights, and--until recently—the same decorations inside. It’s
played everything from silent films to modern 3D. It’s my favorite place in
Pryor. Anytime I visit Oklahoma, I have to at least drive by the Allred.
The Allred theatre, in Pryor, OK. |
There’s always at least one day a week during Oklahoma
summers that is too hot to do anything. It’s too hot to go swimming, too hot to
drive anywhere. The heat permeates everything until even your hair is sweating.
On days like these, all you can do is escape into a nice, cool movie theatre. The
lights go down, the air is frigid, and the only thing sweating is your Coke in
the cup holder. I also hold a special place in my heart for the Allred because
it’s where I’ve seen some of my favorite animated movies. The summer of 1994,
my aunt took me to see The Lion King
there. The following summer, she took me to see Pocahontas there.
The summer of Pocahontas
was the summer I decided I’d be the best roller skater in Oklahoma. Due to
my proclivity for injuring myself in the most mundane of activities (compound fracture
of my elbow on the playground the previous year), my mom was very justifiably
over protective. So when I started roller skating, every time I put those
skates on I was first outfitted with a helmet, wrist guards, elbow pads and
knee pads. Once I was all wrapped up in that bubble wrap of padding, someone
else had to put my skates on for me. I looked like that kid from A Christmas Story, but in an Oklahoma
summer heat wave. I took all this equipment with me to my aunt’s house,
prepared to roller skate up and down the sidewalk all day long every day. Day
one, I put on all my padding and set out only to return soaking wet, drenched
in sweat, ten minutes later. The bees and wasps were crazy with heat stroke and
flying all zig-zaggy around the neighborhood. Heat and potential bee stings? No,
thank you. I’ll just stay inside (my lack of having ever been stung by anything
makes me absolutely terrified of stinging insects. It would be comical if it
wasn’t so scary).
At some point during that week, Pocahontas came to the Allred and we followed her. Everything about
that experience is so vivid to me. Having lived with an overactive imagination
my entire life, I was used to thinking about all sorts of things during movies.
But as I sank into my not-that-cushy theatre seat and rested my sweaty forearms
on the ice-cold plastic armrest, the moment the movie started my mind was
thinking about only one thing: Pocahontas.
I watched this magnificent story unfold beautifully on the large screen in
front of me; I didn’t notice when people walked up the aisle—for all I know,
there was a triple homicide that day but I didn’t notice, simply because this
film drew me in and captivated me.
The Lion King has
my heart and is, of course, my favorite movie. But Pocahontas meant the world to me. As a proud member of the Cherokee
Nation of Oklahoma, I love my culture. I love the history and learning more and
more about this part of my genealogy. But that part of history is rarely
explored in public schools. It doesn’t paint the good ol’ USA in very positive light,
and so it often gets glossed over. As a Native American child, I was aware that
I belonged to something special. I got special math tutoring, for one thing. I
was friends with the other Cherokee girl at my school. We talked about our
heritage and how cool it was. But we didn’t really have a role model; our culture
wasn’t really a popular topic for fictional characters.
That all changed with the release of Pocahontas. She was strong and smart, but still beautiful and
sensitive. She was graceful, but she also went white-water rafting in a canoe.
She taught me that not only was my heritage just as awesome as I always thought,
but that I could be whoever I wanted to be: I didn’t have to be confined by
what other people thought of me. I could be adventurous and feminine. I could
be brave, but still be frightened sometimes. I could make myself into whomever
I chose to be.
Now, I know Pocahontas isn’t Cherokee, and I don’t want
to allude that she is. But a Native American role model was revolutionary for
me. Pop culture had failed to supply me with a positive Native American figure;
the only Native Americans I saw were in Western films or cigarette commercials.
Rarely in those cases were they portrayed positively. Pocahontas was mature and
focused on finding peaceful solutions to the problems. She was spiritual and
cared about what happened to her people as well as their land. She wasn’t
afraid to see the world in a way that was different from everyone else.
Historically speaking, the film isn’t particularly accurate—nor
is it particularly inaccurate. The only written accounts we have of the actual
Pocahontas and John Smith are written by English colonists; obviously they’re
views are biased. With gossip what it is now, imagine what it was 400 years
ago, when they were isolated from their culture and lacked diversions to occupy
their minds. Pocahontas and her people weren’t yet recording their history in
writing; oral traditions passed down history, which often leads to history
becoming legends. Pocahontas’ story most likely had the same path. Her people
told her story over generations orally, such that when it became a written
history it had grown and become a legend. She was known to be both peaceful and
playful; Disney portrays that well. I would venture so far as to say they
captured her spirit well.
As to the actual events, there is much dispute in the
historical community over what actually happened. John Smith’s journals say she
saved him, placing her head over his, willing to sacrifice herself. He felt he
was in very real danger. Her people’s oral history tells us he was not in any
real danger and she wasn’t even there; it was merely a ceremony to welcome him
to the tribe. It was an adoption ceremony of sorts.
Both accounts detail how close of a relationship Pocahontas
and her father had. While he would have had many children, and many wives,
Pocahontas was his favorite. Their love and respect for one another is clearly
portrayed in the film. Her relationship with John Smith is disputed; granted,
she was much younger in history when the English arrived than she was in the
film. She was between ten and thirteen when they first arrived, but was a symbol
of peace to them. She often accompanied her tribes-people when they brought
food to the English during that first brutal winter.
Disney also expedited the time frame for the film. The
English arrive and have a terrible relationship from the get-go as opposed to
arriving, having a positive relationship, demanding too much years later, and deteriorate
the relationship further by kidnapping Pocahontas years later. Had they painted
a historically accurate depiction, she would have been completely naked as a
child. I doubt the MPAA would have let them keep their G-rating had that occurred.
Disney expedited the timing, changed Pocahontas’ age to
make her romance with John Smith more appropriate, and created a villain out of
Governor Ratcliffe, as opposed to having the entire English colony be the
villain. Historians can’t decide whether or not she married Kokoum after John
Smith departed; oral tradition says she did, the English journals don’t mention
it. Oral tradition also states that Kokoum was killed when Pocahontas was kidnapped,
years after John Smith left.
The John
Smith-Pocahontas romance is disputed; they dealt with each other frequently,
but no one knows for sure what the feelings were. His journals lead the reader
to believe he had feelings for her, but who knows if he acted on them. If he
had, would he have wanted to record them for posterity? He was 30-40 when she
was an adolescent and teenager. Disney certainly couldn’t portray that, now could
they? It is a children’s movie, after all.
Or is it? They initially cut the “If I never knew you”
song and sequence because children found it boring; it occurs in a climactic spot,
after John Smith has been captured and is awaiting a dawn execution. The
concepts of the film are very adult issues: finding a middle ground between
different cultures, not assuming something is bad simply because it is
different, fighting for what is right, even if that means going against
everyone you know and love. Pocahontas loved and respected her father deeply,
yet she still stood up to him when she felt he was doing the wrong thing. She
put her life on the line to stand up for what she believed in.
I can’t talk about this movie without talking about the
music. I love Alan Menken’s compositions. If you had asked me five years ago
who my favorite composer was, I’d have given you a blank look. Now I can tell
you immediately: Alan Menken. He writes the most beautiful movie scores I’ve
ever heard; they are full of meaning, regardless if you’ve seen the film. I liked
the lyrics in this film as well, but because of how well they worked with the
music. I still sing “colors of the wind”, “if I never knew you”, “Listen with
your heart”, and “just around the river bend”. Basically every song that has
absolutely anything to do with the title character. I’m so thankful they put
the “if I never knew you” sequence back in the 10th anniversary edition
DVD; it’s such a beautiful song, and it really shows how much they love each
other.
Everything about Pocahontas is beautiful. The animation,
the backgrounds, the music; all meld so well together. It’s just lovely to
watch. The play of shadows on faces, facial expressions and even just the way
people carry themselves speaks volumes. James was surprised by the ending, plot
wise. He wasn’t expecting John Smith and Pocahontas to not end up together.
Perhaps this is why I love this movie so much: it’s so real and so unreal at
the same time. They can’t be together, and that’s heartbreaking; but they weren’t,
and they stay true to that. Sometimes in life, there is heartbreak. It’s
heartbreaking when Kokoum dies, because he was largely innocent. But it’s also
heartbreaking when these two people, who fought so hard for what was right,
still can’t be together. It shows that they weren’t just fighting so they could
be together; they truly care about their people and want everyone to live
peacefully. It’s a wonderful message: to fight for what is right, even when you
can’t benefit from it.
Shortly
after school started in the fall of ’95, I came home to find a very excited
mother and sister. They led me up to my room, made me close my eyes, and led me
inside. When I opened my eyes, I was astounded. They had gone and bought Pocahontas
window curtains, bedspread, pillows. The whole nine yards. Meeko and Flit adorned
the curtains, along with the stylized leaves from the film. My sheets, pillow
shams and bedskirt were all Pocahontas themed. I loved it. I was embarrassed,
because that same day I had said I hadn’t liked the movie because my friend
didn’t. Standing in that room, surrounded by Pocahontas, I remembered what she
stood for. I may not have said I liked the movie, but I didn’t say I didn’t
like anymore either. Courage doesn’t grow overnight; it takes time. Now I am a
courageous person who stands up for what she believes in. I will always cherish
the memory of being led to my bedroom and seeing it, in all its Pocahontas clad glory and the love I have
for the two women who created that memory for me.
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