Night Flying Woman Reflection As Americans of the 21st century it is hard for us to relate to the tough struggles that our ancestors dealt with. In the book Night Flying Woman by Ignatia Broker, the story of a young girl facing intrusion on her homeland is told. The book is told through the eyes of Oona, who describes for us the long journey to a new home. I thought this book was great because it allowed for children of younger generations to be able to relate to such a troublesome story, it taught different lessons, and I could relate it to me. I liked this book because it allowed me to visually picture the story it was telling.

Through Oona’s descriptions I could imagine how it would be to watch my parents begin packing up our home and not really understanding what was going on. I was able to vision what it was like on the long journey down the river, wondering where our new home might be. I could see her starting a new school and having to hear these pale strangers say mean things about my friends and family. It even allowed me to relate to watching the ways of life that I had grown up with change drastically, and the measures that I would need to take to change with it.

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The book really allowed me to take the place of Oona through the descriptions and stories that were told. When Oona’s mother and father passed it made me want to cry, yet she made it so peaceful. In this day and age when a loved one is lost the process is so sad and it’s like life stops. In the Ojibway manner the death is so peaceful, knowing that one went on another long journey to a better place. The strength Oona showed throughout the book, whether she had parents with her or not, truly made the story inspiring. Looking back at my life I don’t think I ever could have made it through the things that she did.

The simple quote that I could unfortunately relate to was towards the end when it said, “The two churches in the Ojibway villages – Catholic and Episcopal- became an influence in the Ojibway life. ” I am a Catholic and I had no idea that Catholics were the ones who came through and did this to the Ojibway. Imagining my church today and how it would be if we went around and took over new places makes me want to look more into the history and read more about this. The Ojibway were forced to change their life to a religion that I believe in, which makes me really think back to the possibly misleading messages and lessons my church provides.