Sleetmute

Between 1966 - 1970, the US Office of Economic Opportunity sent nearly 300 young VISTA volunteers into remote, impoverished Eskimo villages in Alaska. This effort, part of Lyndon Johnson's War on Poverty was intended to be the domestic equivalent ads of the Peace Corps.
Stan Resnicoff, a native New Yorker and recent graduate of the Pratt Institute with a degree in Industrial Design, was one of those volunteers. I was his supervisor. In reality ads, there was no supervision. My main job was to make sure the 60 VISTA's in my care during the winter of 1968-69 had enough food, fuel and shelter to survive. I had no idea what Stan and his partner, Phil Caswell were doing in Sleetmute, 150 miles upstream on the Kuskoquim River from my post in Bethel. But I had heard stories from folks on their way downriver about the two guys Asian Sleetmute. Phil, determined to make things happen, was causing trouble. Stan, on the other hand, was busy making friends. I was determined to to get up to Sleetmute and meet Stan.
By the time I got there, Phil was long gone but Stan was firmly entrenched as a welcomed member of the community. My visit was intended to last a day, but as described in this book, stretched into a week as bad weather made bush plane travel impossible.
In my two years as a volunteer with VISTA in Alaska, I had come to understand the true value of the program.Although the OEO had sold the Alaskan Community Action Agency on VISTA as a way to link villagers with the newly minted anti-poverty programs in arguably the poorest communities in the nation, the actual result of this four-year experiment was entirely different.
Over the centuries, the Alaskan Eskimo had developed a tolerant but mistrustful opinion of the white man. However, their greatest antipathy was reserved for the Bureau of Indian Affairs and the schools stationed in nearly every native village throughout the state. Rigid and intolerant, the BIA was determined to eradicate Eskimo language and culture.
Then along came the VISTA's, nearly all of whom were young and white, recently graduated from colleges in the lower 48 with few Eskimo language skills and no knowledge of how to survive in the Arctic. Our missions were vague. We were trained in something called "community development," but most of us had no idea what we were supposed to do. Those who couldn't adapt usually left within a couple of months. Those that stayed and thrived were people like Stan. Somehow he figured out that the best thing he could do during his year in Sleetmute was demonstrate that a white man could be a trusted friend.
In "Sleetmute," Stan Resnicoff relates how a kid from the city learned to mesh with the rhythms of an Eskimo village. As Stan recounts, in Sleetmute there was "...no television, no telephone, no electricity, no plumbing, no roads, no streets, no sidewalks, no cars, no signs, no businesses, no jobs, no law" (not exactly a plum assignment). Each chapter is a true story: authentic, uncomplicated and without the hubris found in most memoirs of the volunteer experience.
Almost everything you need to know about Eskimo life in Southwest Alaska in the mid-twentieth century can be learned in the pages of "Sleetmute." It is the ideal companion piece to the cultural study of Native Americans in the far North. Stan's tender, touching, humorous and sometimes painful memories reveal a life incomprehensible in our digital age. And yet, if you visited Sleetmute today, you would find the village and its people living sadddalamost exactly as they did nearly fifty years ago. "Sleetmute" would be your ideal travels guide.

A warm and inviting story with adventure and witty humor. The
simplicity of it's writing allows the reader to relate to the character as well
as the developing story. It processes photos that engage the reader to really
empathize with the writer and navigate the mind into a very different world.
Adventure, education and humor have never worked so well together. The fact that
the writer is Jewish and this is his personal story brings the whole adventure
to a whole different level. You may have to be Jewish to understand this
concept. A perfect read from the beginning to the end.

What an entertaining read! The storytelling was so engaging that I felt like I was right there in Sleetmute too. (Well, almost.) I loved that I could read it in one sitting…and wanted to! That’s a rarity for me. The images in the book are beautiful (and felt like an added bonus!) , and really made me feel even more immersed in this remote part of the world that I had never even heard of before reading this book.