A World without Fathers: Patriarchy, Colonialism, and the Male Creator in Northwest Tribal Narratives

. . . I realize this cannot be heaven. All these old-time Indians are doomed . . . All of them are going to start drinking booze. And their children will drink booze. And their grandchildren and greatgrandchildren will drink booze. And one of those great grandchildren will grow up to be my real father . . . Th e one who abandoned my mother and me . . . Th at's what's going to happen to me . . . It makes me angry. I want to spit and kick and punch and slap. I want to cry and sing, but I cannot use my voice. —Sherman Alexie, Flight: A Novel, 66–67