Just a few years after the Civil War ends, an itinerant news-reader, Captain Kidd, agrees to return Johanna, a young girl recently recaptured from the Kiowa tribe, to her family. Part of Mexico only decades before, Texas is now populated by people from a wide variety of backgrounds, from freed slaves to European immigrants to Native American tribes. The vibrant mixture of cultures that informs Texas’s nascent society demonstrates the centrality of immigrants in America’s formation and argues for the value of multiculturalism. But by chronicling the phenomenon of “Indian captives,” who represent the struggle for land and power between indigenous people and white settlers, the novel grapples with the racial violence and oppression that accompany this meeting of cultures. Ultimately, the volatile frontier world Captain Kidd inhabits is a testament not just to America’s essential ethnic heterogeneity but also to the cultural clash at the heart of the nation’s history.
In the novel’s first pages Captain Kidd, a white American whose family has lived in Georgia for decades, reads the news to a Texas crowd composed almost entirely of white men. This scene reflects ahistorical assumptions that most 19th-century Americans were white and native-born. However, the novel goes on to firmly reject these stereotypes of America’s ethnic composition. One of the first characters introduced, Britt Johnson, is a free African American who makes his living as a freighter on the margins of white society. Doris Dillon, who helps Captain Kidd care for Johanna, is an Irish woman who compares Johanna’s behavior to the actions of children traumatized in the Irish Potato Famine. Johanna’s family are Germans who speak English with difficulty. The Captain’s own wife, the late Maria Luisa, comes from a wealthy Mexican family, and the Captain speaks Spanish fluently. As these people build towns and societies on the Texas frontier, their various cultures determine the character of new America. Simon, a wandering fiddler, popularizes Irish jigs in the Texas backcountry, while German villages introduce sausage and sauerkraut. Spanish settlers build villages that combine European and indigenous Mexican architectural styles. The novel’s vibrant cast of characters and their varied backgrounds argue that immigrants, and the diverse cultural practices they bring, are not incidental but integral to America’s character and culture.
However, through stark portrayals of the racial violence of frontier life, the novel strongly rejects the fantasy of America as a happy melting pot. Britt Johnson can’t take Johanna to her parents because he fears traveling to southern Texas, where racial hostility is high. Captain Kidd meets cowboys who brag about killing “a right smart of Mexicans” even though they’re living on land captured from Mexico mere decades earlier. Most importantly, the novel is undergirded by the so-called “Indian Wars,” in which the U.S. military pushes indigenous people out of their ancestral lands while European settlers seize the opportunity for expansion and fear bloody reprisals. This conflict emblematizes the violence and displacement which makes possible the American “melting pot.”
The novel envisions a positive course for American society through culturally fluid characters like Captain Kidd, but it also represents the legacy of violent cultural conflict through child captives like Johanna. While most characters value only the norms of their own societies and dismiss those of others, Captain Kidd is eager to learn about different cultures. He speaks Spanish as well as snatches of Kiowa, German, and Native American sign language. His experience of many cultures makes him broadminded and tolerant and equips him for the difficult task of caring for Johanna. He’s a testament to the good things that can arise from mixture between cultures. Meanwhile, child captives, stolen from their families in violent raids and later returned to Anglo-American society by force, show the violence of many cultural encounters in America’s history. Captain Kidd notes that most captives experience mental illness or commit suicide after their ordeals. Having experienced the violence and trauma of cultural clash first hand, they’re unable to thrive in either of the worlds they’ve experienced. Their unhappy fates argue that the violence of America’s founding is never really over, but will instead play out in human lives and interactions through generations. By luck and Captain Kidd’s intervention, Johanna avoids the fate of many (real-life) “Indian captives.” However, even as she grows up within a loving family, she’s never at ease within Anglo-American society. Through the lasting dislocation she experiences, the novel illustrates the difficulty of fully grappling with the violence, injustice, and hardship that went into creating America.
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American Multiculturalism and Racial Violence Quotes in News of the World
He had become impatient of trouble and other people’s emotions. His life seemed to him tin and sour, a bit spoiled, and it was something that had only come upon him lately. A slow dullness had seeped into him like coal gas and he did not know what to do about it except seek out quiet and solitude.
My name is Cicada. My father’s name is Turning Water. My mother’s name is Three Spotted. I want to go home.
The doll is like herself, not real and not not-real. I make myself understood I hope. You can put her in any clothing and she remains as strange as she was before because she has been through two creations.
The girl still called out, she had not moved. Then she bent to place the doll to sit against the rock, facing Indian Territory.
Who cares for your fashions and your wars and your causes? I will shortly be gone and I have seen many fashions come and go and many causes so passionately defended only to be forgotten. But now it was different and he was drawn back into the stream of being because there was once again a life in his hands. Things mattered.
He was suddenly almost overwhelmed with pity for her. Torn from her parents, adopted by a strange culture, given new parents, then sold for a few blankets and some old silverware, not sent to stranger after stranger, crushed into peculiar clothing […] and now she could not even eat her food without having to use outlandish instruments.
There was no method by which he could explain anything to her but she did not need explanations. Her family and her tribe had fought with the Utes, their ancient enemies, and the Caddos […] She didn’t need to be told anything except that there were enemies in pursuit and she had already figured that out.
No. Absolutely not. No. No scalping. He lifted her up and swung her up over the ledges of stone and then followed. He said, It is considered very impolite.
As long as they were traveling she was content and happy and the world held great interest for her but Captain Kidd wondered what would happen when she found she was never to wander the face of the earth again, when she was to be confined forever to her Leonberger relatives in a square house that could not be broken down and packed on a travois.
Captain Kidd said, She was a captive. An Indian captive.
We can’t have this, said the young woman. She held on to the rope bucket handle with both hands. I don’t care if she’s a Hottentot. I don’t care if she’s Lola Montez. She was parading her charms out there in the river like a Dallas huzzy.
He would have liked to kiss her on the cheek but he had no idea if the Kiowas kissed one another or if so, did grandfathers kiss granddaughters. You never knew. Cultures were mine fields.
Captain Kidd said, It has been said by authorities that the law should apply the same to the king and to the peasant both, it should be written out and placed in the city square for all to see, it should be written simply and in the language of the common people, lest the people grow weary of their burdens.
Here had been people whose dearest memories were the sound of a dipper dropped in the water bucket after taking a drink and the click of it as it hit bottom. The quiet of evening […] the familiar path to the barn walked for years by one’s father, grandfather, uncles, the way they called out, Horses, horses.
We will come to visit often, she said. You are my cuuative watah. Then she began to sob.
Yes, he said. He shut his eyes and prayed he would not start crying himself. And you are my dearest little warrior.