Napi Mephisto inherited his surname from the Jesuits who knew his ancestor, did not like him, and assigned this shaman’s denigrating sobriquet to his progeny in perpetuity: when called upon by the government to create an official membership enrollment list as the several conquered tribes were reorganized into legal entities.
The Mephisto line then fell to the policy foisted upon Indians by the government that a minimum. Of his tribes established bloodline would be required to have membership and lacking that, the Mephisto’s were native blood of several tribes without blood of any, this native family was persistently persecuted or harassed and jailed by the Indian Police, for being Indians without membership on the reservation.
Banished by Native America, they settled in an area adjacent to, but off of the reservation. Now persistently persecuted for fact of being Indian off the reservation, They were still frequently arrested and jailed despite the fact there WAS no reservation that would take in the Mephistos.’
Fate further assimilated each subsequent generation into the White blood surrounding them, and finally the Mephisto line had settled down to become what at least appeared to be White.
With this ancestral history behind him, Napi Mephisto grew up Indian, nonetheless. How could this happen? Habit. Napi, as his father and forefathers before him, was raised to be open to the mysteries of the natural world and its manifestations, to be sensitive, aware of the manifold possibilities of seeing the world, to be free and unhampered in one’s thinking, to be generous and kind in regard to others, to let everything have its own voice.
In effect, a perfect absurdity to the Whiteman. To Napi, accordingly, as well as to the many other now invisible Indians grown up in the surrounding forest with near identical backgrounds, his surrounding world of the Whites, which actually seemed to believe he was one of them, was actually beheld as absurd in turn.
Rather than open to the mysteries of the natural world surrounding them, these real Whites beat the shit of the environment, just like they beat their kids, desensitizing them, beat them for freethinking, were selfish as hell in regards to their children by banishing them from their presence to do ‘adult’ things and constantly made promises that were broken almost as quickly as stated, and by god as for the everything having its own voice thing, these people would cut off your head if you lifted it up to speak as quick as they were to smack a child’s fingers with a ruler.
In this off the reservation White world, it was the kids who were the Indians. And the amazing thing was the Whites not realizing what the kids know. Because the kids fear the adults, they conceal their world from the adults. That is exactly why the Shaman learned to conceal his world from the Christian. Fear of these peoples violence. And that had everything to do with the new dilemma in Napi Mephisto’s life. It was his own native raised kid, Stone Child.