"Sion & Straley"

The road out of the Rez.
The road out of the Rez.

Girls in the Rezhood

(Note: this can be considered a companion piece to:


I teach at a public high school near the Arizona-New Mexico border within a tribal reservation.)

From polar corners of the Rez reside Sion and Straley. They are both my students. Both should be seniors, but Sion will need an additional year’s worth of credits to graduate. These two are like beams of black light; they streak across reality, combining the surreal with the all too real. I can’t tell you their last names. There are probably many other things about Sion and Straley I can’t tell you, because I can only tell you what they tell me. And behind Sion’s carefully concealed cool and Straley’s unbridled exuberance, much undoubtedly remains unsaid.

Here is some of what I know: Sion, age 17, is bored, angry, musical and pierced. With long black hair, she is more pierced than anyone I have ever crossed, either in person or on video. “Skewered” is the term that comes to mind. At last count, she had 27 piercings on her nose, eyebrows, lips, tongue and ears. Without the piercings, she wouldn’t be her. She wouldn’t look the same, feel the same or be the same. She seems comfortable with herself, more so than most teenagers. Comfortable and poised far beyond her years. Yet troubled too, with an icy exterior veneer that is tempered only occasionally by a guarded smile.

Sion’s fantasies all revolve around escaping the Rez. She said she sees barbed wire around it in her dreams. She doesn’t sleep much, she says, saying no more. Her pauses fill in the gaps. She smiles and her dark eyes hint at nightmares she’d rather avoid facing than sleep through. She speaks in a detached manner about her neglectfully drunk mother and three abusively drunk step-brothers. Her resentment remains just beneath the surface as she seems to fight back anguished memories. She’s determined to break the chain. The way she says it – icy, like steel, like she’s telling herself and not me - makes you certain she won’t fail. I ask if getting pierced hurts. Her dark eyes flash and meet mine only briefly, then she looks away. “It only hurts for a second,” she says flatly. It’s obvious that other events in her life have hurt for far longer. And unlike the piercings, that pain gave her nothing she wanted afterward.

Straley, 18, is an accidental punk. She likes the music, the energy and the excitement, but she isn’t dark or brooding. With her black hair streaked maroon, she’s closer to bubbly than surly. She tells me of guitar chords she's learning and asks about far-away cities I’ve been to, wondering if there is a place for her there. I tell her sure, always room for another person with dreams and passion in a big city. And when I mention that she could see live music and meet other people with her interests, she brightens up further. Straley dreams of LA, but feels like it’s too big and scary. Denver is a safer bet. I tell her I’m going to see U2 in Denver this summer and she smiles. She can see the blue skies in her mind as she heads down the highway toward her destiny, leaving one set of mountains behind for another.

Sion has an escape plan. Incongruous as it may seem, she thinks of joining the military as a way out. This is a stretch, I tell her. No piercings, yes sir, no ma’am, discipline, orders, a Spartan existence. Sion’s moods change quickly and unpredictably, like the strong western winds, and discipline and routine are not her strong suits. She rebels against each frequently at school. Then she mentions San Diego and the possibility of becoming a pierce artist. Sounds more like you, I say. She smiles, and then the smile quickly fades.


Straley tells me about her boyfriend in Albuquerque. He’s 20 and works at an oil change place and at a gas station/ convenience mart. He wants to marry her this summer. She is putting off answering no, but she knows that’s what the answer will be. Her sisters married young, had kids young and Straley witnessed their dreams die young too. Straley is bound for Denver, Seattle, El Paso, and God knows where else. She mentions possible destinations with a reckless abandon, like she’s happily shooting at targets with a machine gun. I tell her San Antonio is nice and that leads to a discussion of the nightlife of nearby Austin, its music, clubs, street scenes, and the University of Texas blocks away. She likes the sound of it. For the moment, Austin is her escape as the images flash across her mind.


Sion wears black every day. Most of the kids at school do too. But Sion looks like she was born wearing it. I’ve had suburban kids affect a goth/ emo/ punk rock pose before, many times in fact. But Sion could shame them all with a mere glance while striding by. She’s the genuine article. Again, she has no choice but to wear black, no option, no pose to fall back on. She is this.


If Straley showed up wearing a daffodil t-shirt, on the other hand, I wouldn’t bat an eye, although any such display of vibrancy would likely send her classmates into apoplexy. Straley wants an Oakland Raiders tattoo-another de rigeur sign of fashion among these students. The black and silver, the name Raiders, the faux-macabre-Halloween-freak-show crowd that fills the Oakland Coliseum, it all fits too well here. I notice that every time my students sketch, the result is a skull, a black heart, a black rose, the Raiders logo, a skeleton, or something similarly bleak. I asked for artwork to spice up my fetid classroom décor and received 30 skulls in various states of decomposition.


I ask Straley, seriously now, what’s after high school for you? She evades the question, instead telling me of a “pregnancy pact” made by two of her classmates. A quizzical look crosses my face. I’m thinking it’s a pledge they made to each other to avoid getting knocked up while still in school. Regrettably, it’s not that. If one gets pregnant, Straley clarifies, the other promises to as well. Terrific. The Rez needs two more teenage mothers prone to quit high school and two more children born with two strikes against them like it needs more gang graffiti on the charred and abandoned mobile homes.

The poverty here is selective. Consumerism runs rampant on the Rez, but basics often get skipped over in the process, as pragmatism isn’t generally a priority. Most students have an iPod, a fully loaded cell phone and expensive basketball shoes. Ramshackle, half-finished homes are adorned with satellite dishes on the outside and flat-screen televisions inside. But propane here is expensive and to pay for these electronics, heat is often foregone. A student tells me that inside his house it hit 38 degrees the night before. You see no braces on any student’s teeth - Straley is missing a prominent tooth up top, on the side - and while many have eyeglasses, many others do without, squinting in class at the words on the chalkboard.


I walk to the office to get some coffee during my free period. Sion is perched on the couch there, and smiles at me contentedly through her black lipstick. There’s been some trouble, but she’s calm now. The storm has passed but she informs me she won’t be in class today. She’s being suspended for ditching first period. School obviously bores her to the point of annoyance. I try to engage her in class about various topics – police searches, the rights of the accused, what it’s like to be Native American in this country – all to little avail.

When Sion and Straley go home each weekday, no one is going to ask them what they learned in school today or what homework they have tonight. Sion is content to basically live alone for stretches at a time and Straley lives with her uncle and his second wife and their newborn son. These girls are left pretty much to their own devices after school, running the gamut from getting high, drunk, tattooed, pierced, or even pregnant with their time. But these two avoid the most serious pitfalls and live to ponder life outside the Rez for another day. The biggest lesson they’ve learned so far came not from a teacher or textbook, but from their own eyes and experiences here. They’ve decided that selling jewelry and getting loaded in the Rez aren’t the future they want. Now if they can only plot a road map out of here, somehow traversing the barbed-wire along the way.

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breakfastpop 7 years ago

Very moving and sad portrait of two young people who deserve a chance at life and sadly may not get it. They are lucky to have you as their teacher.

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keithmitchell5 7 years ago from Indianapolis Author

You said it. I think they'll get their chance and obviously hope so, but uncertainty prevails. Thanks so much for your continued readership and support. I admire your work and your opinions carry tremendous weight.

Ashlie (AP) 7 years ago

I can only hope that these girls hang on to their dreams and push themselves through the quicksand that is reservation life. It truly sounds like you've made a connection with them and I think that's wonderful.

Also, I've heard of those pregnancy pacts before. It's very scary how common they are among teenage girls.

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keithmitchell5 7 years ago from Indianapolis Author

"Quicksand" is well put. Thanks for your input and for reading, AP. I'm hopeful for these two. I left a lot out of this for reasons of respect and confidentiality. The "invisible to America" comment hit me hard. Truth hurts. Maybe that'll be the title of my next piece.

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akirchner 7 years ago from Central Oregon

It really makes you understand how much easier most people have it that live in 'middle America' - so glad that the kids have someone who is so dedicated and involved to see them have a better lot in life. There are just so many things that need fixing today and with all we have at our disposal, you would think we could get around to it one of these fine days. Excellent writing though and keep us posted!

MDLR 7 years ago

I can't imagine living lives like theirs where there is virtually no outside/family support. It makes me even more thankful to have a family like mine who never fails to encourage and support all my dreams. I sense some hope with these two girls. I think that in due time, with your guidance, they will be able to make a better life for themselves.

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keithmitchell5 7 years ago from Indianapolis Author

AK & MDLR: thanks for reading, caring and commenting. AK, seriously, by 2010 I thought we'd be "better at some of this!"

MDLR, I fear I have limited power here, but I will do what I can. "Selling" students on education here is a very tall order. Like I said, the community sees HS graduation as an "end" and not a means to something bigger. And criticism here, meant to be constructive, is taken very badly. I receive a threat over the other piece- "Reservation Dogs," for instance. Again, thank you both.

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E. Nicolson 6 years ago

Another read worthy of serious contemplation. I think you are not only providing a service of education for these kids, but education for the rest of us beyond the Res borders. That's important. Change can only come through awareness. Thanks again for a great article.

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keithmitchell5 6 years ago from Indianapolis Author

Thanks Liz. I really appreciate that. I'm definitely getting an education here. Hope you're well and great to hear from you. KM

Alicia 6 years ago

I'm cheering for these two; I hope they make it. They're lucky to have you in their corner.

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keithmitchell5 6 years ago from Indianapolis Author

They are worthy "foes" half the time! Hard to like (Sion anyway...again, half the time) but easy to root for. I think they'll make it. I do like them b/c I know a bit of what they've been through...and I what I couldn't/ didn't divulge in the story. They are up to this, but need some help, like all of us. Thanks for reading, Alicia and I hope you/ family are well.

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akirchner 6 years ago from Central Oregon

I agree - we all think that by this point we would be somewhere better than this. The reality is we are where we are but hope springs eternal.

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keithmitchell5 6 years ago from Indianapolis Author

"Better than this" by 2010 - definitely. We seem to settle for too little. Thanks, AK.

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ljulian 6 years ago

My heart aches for these two- and all the others. Women(including myself) living in a patriarchal society are afraid to access the potential that lies within. The inner wisdom, beauty and talent that they possess is lost to a world that desperately needs them...they will be in my prayers...

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keithmitchell5 6 years ago from Indianapolis Author

LJ- I don't think it's "lost" yet- for them or you-but the fact that it might be is worrisome. I love the point you make; only a woman could illustrate that. Tonight is a Saturday in the Rez, and I wonder what all of my students are up to and in to. I hope they're well. And I hope the same for you on this Saturday night. I miss you! Your biggest fan in the Southwest/ Sincerely, KM

Cody LeBeau 6 years ago

Mr Mitchell! Yes it's me, Cody.

I like what you've tastefully expressed here. It really makes me think about the support structure Ive had, from my family to the privilege of having teachers like you, for granted. I can relate to these girls to a great extent. I was in the same position at Scecina (only less extreme). I felt trapped. The only class I felt that I learned in was your class. I felt like I was stuck in a dead end job only it was school. Thankfully, I made it out and my course has been set and Im on my way to my dream career.

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keithmitchell5 6 years ago from Indianapolis Author

Cody: I'm glad you see what you've got and can seize it. "Dream career" sounds good and I hope I know you while you're advancing through it. Thanks for reading and staying in touch. I really appreciate that "tastefully expressed" comment. That made my day.

D-A 6 years ago

You are quite the man Mr. M.!

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keithmitchell5 6 years ago from Indianapolis Author

D-A, thanks for the compliment. I have no answers, though. I'm just a spectator trying to make some sense of all this and possibly missing the boat completely.

Sandra Wallace 5 years ago

Beautiful. I would cry for them but I have too much respect for your young women in the the 'Rez'.

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keithmitchell5 5 years ago from Indianapolis Author

Thanks, Sandra. A year and a half past this, I imagine Straley is probably in Albuquerque (2.5 hours east of Rez) and that Sion is firmly ensconced at home. Sion got a boyfriend right before I left and given her background, she dug in deeply to that relationship. I hope against hope it's good for her but have my ultimate doubts.

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