The Sun Dance is a real ritual practiced by some Indigenous peoples in the U.S. and Canada, and in this novel, it becomes a symbol for authentic Indian culture and how outsiders will never quite understand it. Multiple characters in the novel, including Latisha’s ex-husband, George, want to photograph the Sun Dance, which is prohibited because of the sacred nature of the dancing. Although George is eager to participate in the ceremony, he doesn’t understand his status as an outsider and pushes far beyond the boundaries of what’s polite. His desire to take photos of the Sun Dance against everyone’s wishes reflects his desire to control and dominate both Latisha and Indian culture in general.
Similarly, Eli’s wife Karen (who is white) also becomes fascinated by the Sun Dance. She seems to take a genuine interest in the ceremony and is more respectful than George, and yet Eli can’t help feeling uncomfortable about Karen attending the ceremony. Partly, this is because Eli himself has had a complicated relationship with Indian culture ever since moving out of Blossom to Toronto. It’s also partly because Karen fails to see some of the differences between her and Eli, like the fact that her own family is very wealthy by his standards. Karen’s death before she can attend another Sun Dance means there is no ultimate resolution within the novel of the differences between white and Indian culture.
Sun Dance Quotes in Green Grass, Running Water
Eli had never seen someone so angry. It was hot in the car and the man was sweating, but it wasn’t from the heat. Eli could see the muscles on the man’s neck, could hear the violent, exaggerated motions with which he unloaded the camera and passed the film through the window to Orville.
After the first few years, Karen stopped talking about the Sun Dance and mentioned it only on those occasions when the trip appeared in conversation. It was a silent place in their lives. Eli knew Karen wanted to go back to Alberta, but he also knew she could sense his reluctance. At first Karen suggested that perhaps he felt uncomfortable about taking her along since she wasn’t Indian.
“Come on,” said George. “Come on! It’s the twentieth century. Nobody cares about your little powwow. A bunch of old people and drunks sitting around in tents in the middle of nowhere. Nobody cares about any of this.”
“Go away, George,” said Latisha. “Just go away.”
“You’re a joke!” George’s lips were wet with spit. “You all act like this is important, like it’s going to change your lives. Christ, you guys are born stupid and you die stupid.”
Lionel picked up the case and set it on its feet. “There’s nothing for you here.”