There's always this trick for me with research, particularly with video footage. At the time I'm interviewing people, I hear certain things, catch certain things. After I leave, some of those stay with me, some solidify, some disappear. Then, I'll go back, days, weeks, in this case months, later, rewatch my footage and often hear new things, remember old things, and work to strike that balance between listening for what I want to her and hearing what is actually said.
I just watched about 30 minutes of footage I took while chatting with Charlotte at her home on the rez in Baraga. She totally schooled me in trees, that I know for sure. She showed me how to make a birch bark ring (and gifted me w/ one as I left). She talked about how the birch are dying, why they are dying, how we might respect them more. She talked about basket making, about spirit baskets vs "baskets to put stuff in" (big difference). And as I watched, I felt totally humbled to have been gifted these stories, and honestly a bit strange, almost embarrassed somehow, that I intend to use these stories in my research. I can reframe that statement, that I'm regifting these stories in Our research, but I'm honestly not sure at times if that's just a slight of hand to get me off of some ethical hook. Then again, I'm not sure what the ethical hook is. I know the critiques and cautions Mihesuah lodges against folks doing this work (see So You Want to Write About American Indians?), and much if it seems commonsensical to me. I'm not actively doing anything shady, I know that for sure, but there is something that makes me nervous, hesitant, about regifting the stories others have gifted to me. Yes, they signed the IRB forms, yes they know what I'm doing, but I remain...uncertain.
And what I see in Charlotte's eyes as she graciously tells me stories--stories she tells while her adorable grandaughter runs around the house, her son's friend visits before leaving town, her son works on collecting some herbs from the yard, her friend visits to pick up a beehive--is a mix of welcoming and hesitation. A mix of wanting to share these stories with me, but of being nervous about what my intentions are, about how I might regift them and to what ends.
For some reason, while I sat here pondering this, I decided to crack open my mom's dissertation which I've only read parts of. Let me tell you, it's really fucking good. But the part I opened up to today, for no real reason other than dumb luck, was a page that starts,
In thinking about my professional work, there are times that I get so hung up on the "hows," I forget or bypass the "whys." (p18, Jill Hodges, Being-In-Relation-To: Personal Writing in Nontraditional Scholarship)
So, let me move forward,with a clearer why. I know why...I think I do... but it's hard to unpack. On the surface, it's that I want digital humanists, computers & composition folks, heck all teachers, to think about the ways in which they teach and share knowledge, and to consider how entrenched we often are in western-masculinist ways of knowing and doing. I want to show, I want people to hear, that there are other ways of being, doing, crafting, building, teaching, acting. But, in doing so, I don't want these voices to be essentialized or tokenized or fetishized. And the University is so fucking good at that.
That's certainly part of my why, but there's more, and it has something to do with having to pass hunter's safety to pass 6th grade. And I can't quite suss that out yet.