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The Native American Visit It is very seldom that a person thinks about the Native Americans, their culture or even where they are in today's contemporary world. However, one of the most interesting and by far life changing events was visiting the Cherokee Native American reservation located in Oklahoma. This reservation was unlike any other place ever experienced for a variety of different reasons including the level of depression and anguish that was seen across the people I interacted with. Upon entering the reservation, there was a constant feeling of despair and historical injustice that penetrated the eyes of every person I asked for directions. Even though the reservation was not a place that …show more content…
Even though the people that lived in this area don't prefer to be called Indians. They are native Americans and have and establish role of culture and religion that is a qualitative identity characteristic of who they are. However, the place was filled by a dark gloomy clouds that was intangible but yet can be felt in almost everyone but I spoke with him. The entire reservation seems to be a one large expanse that group and never ended in anyway. It seemed to be in one very long experience of what it meant to be a native American person hidden away and forever forgotten. There were very few towns or cities apart from the trailers that seem to be despotically placed along the sides of roads unheard of. Moving through this area was frightening. Not knowing what to expect was by far the most uneasy feeling that could have been felt. However, what was interesting about this area is the fact that it continued to be …show more content…
Regardless of where a person may stand on the issues related to the Native American reservation, nature lived in their hearts and in their religion. This was the most interesting aspects of this experience and the setting that it was in. My mouth continue to feel dry even as I took in more and more water. The air same light and humid with a hint of desperation as I began to bypass a reservation gas station. I stopped there, and got out of my truck to fill up my thirsty car. I walked into the gas station, the attendant had a very long and somber look on his face. He asked me in a very deep and wise voice what I needed. I unequivocally told him the pump number and how much I was willing to spend. He without hesitation nodded and I quickly went back to my truck. Ironically, that experience was the foundation for the entire passing that I had throughout the reservation. It can only be described as a dream like state in which I only began to realize that what I was seeing and experiencing with my own eyes was the consequence of hundreds of years of systematic cultural repression of the people who were the indigenous land lords of the United