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Welcome to the third installment of Andy’s Sack o’ Books.
Code Talker By Joseph Bruchac
If foreign enemies invaded your land and killed your people and did everything they could to eradicate your culture, and then they were attacked by foreign enemies, whose side would you take?
Soon after Code Talkers begins, Pearl Harbor is attacked by the Japanese. The Navajo Tribal Council immediately passes a special resolution declaring:
“…the Navajo Indians stand ready as they did in 1918, to aid and defend our government, and its institutions against all subversion and armed conflict and pledge our loyalty to the system which recognizes minority rights and a way of life that has placed us among the greatest people of our race.”
Remarkable. This floors me. This resolution is passed at a time when Native American children are taken from their homes, their hair is cut short, and they are made to reject their language and their culture as being worthless. This is the system that “recognizes minority rights”? And yet Ned Begay, the fictional character at the center of Code Talkers, is ready to join the Marines and fight the Japanese. And he’s only fourteen.
Ned is persistent and passionate, and his parents agree to let him join the Marines when he’s sixteen. (This is still a year too young, but the Navajo don’t have birth certificates and so as long as a boy’s parents tell the recruiters that their son is old enough, that’s good enough for them.)
One of the many challenges during wartime is transmitting messages securely. The Japanese were adept at breaking U.S. codes. And so the military devised intricate encryption methods, but this resulted in messages that took hours to decode. Enter the Navajo language.
The Navajo language was not the first language to be used for the transmission of wartime communications. Other Native American languages were used in both world wars, and Basque was used in World War II. But Navajo, it turned out, was especially effective. According to Wikipedia, at the outbreak of World War II there were fewer than thirty non-Navajo who understood the language. And the code that was devised – which, for example, used the Navajo word for “potato” for “grenade” and the Navajo words for “iron fish” for “submarine” – was confusing even to Navajos who weren’t a part of the code talker program.
Ned Begay is perfectly suited to be a code talker. It is interesting that Bruchac did not choose to make Ned part of the “original 29” – the twenty-nine Navajo code talkers who developed the code. My guess is that this decision was made so that the story wouldn’t get bogged down in cryptography, but rather could skip ahead to the use of the code in combat. This was probably a wise choice.
When it comes to combat, Code Talkers has plenty. Amazon says this book is for kids aged ten and above. I poo-pooed parents who expressed concern over the gruesomeness of the skeleton man legend told of in Bruchac’s Skeleton Man; in the case of Code Talkers, I would tell parents that they should be sure their children are mature enough to handle graphic descriptions of the horrors of war. Bruchac does not hold back. His description of Japanese villagers who would rather die than be captured is especially chilling.
I learned a lot from this book. I had heard of the code talkers before, of course, but I had never taken the time to learn anything about them. I imagined a few Navajo in a big control room at “Military Headquarters,” receiving and sending messages. But that really doesn’t make much sense, does it? If a code talker is going to send a coded message, there has to be another Navajo on the other end to receive it. And many of those “on the other end” were in the thick of battle, using their forty-pound radios as shields.
Major Howard Connor, 5th Marine Division signal officer, declared: “Were it not for the Navajo, the Marines would never have taken Iwo Jima.” But although the skill, bravery, passion, and strength of Native Americans was finally recognized through their contributions in World War II, I still find the situation somewhat sad. Why did the Navajo language have to save our butts for anyone to think the Navajo culture was anything other than worthless? It makes me think of the way our planet’s great biodiversity has become valued due to the promise it may hold for the development of new medicines. But why should the natural world have to earn its keep? Why isn’t it enough that nature is beautiful? And so why wasn’t it enough that Native Americans are people, whose culture is as important to them as European Americans is to them?
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