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Supposedly lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice. It does. Some people say there is no God. There is. I know first hand that there is a God. If there wasn’t, then how could he be laughing at me?

Greetings from Barrow, Alaska; some people call it the ‘Top of the World’. Not really true, as it is 1200 miles from the North Pole. There are places in Canada even closer, but in the good ol’ USA it’s as close as one can get to Santa’s house. I was born here and lived my first thirteen years in this remote Arctic village on Alaska’s northern coast, along with about 4000 other people, three quarters of them Inupiaq Eskimo, and a couple million caribou.  The rest of my life has been spent in the lower forty-eight in an unimaginably different world, going to high school in Princeton, New Jersey and then to the vaunted centuries-old Ivy League university perched across the river from my grandparent’s home and finally to a dream job at a Madison Avenue marketing firm. So how did I go from an Eskimo village to Manhattan and why the hell am I back here now? Directly and indirectly, it all springs from my Father.
It started in the summer of ‘67. My mother was an ivory skinned, willowy, blue eyed, raven haired Jewish beauty from an old money New Jersey family, who at the tender age of twenty decided to travel to the Arctic to save the whales by personally ending thousands of years of traditional subsistence culture.  She failed. Today traditional whaling is alive and well throughout the circumpolar native communities, but at the time she had no idea as to the immensity of the mountain, crumbling as it might have been, that she was attempting to scale. She spoke to groups of whalers in the coastal villages of the North Slope: Kaktovik, Wainwright, Barrow, Point Lay and Point Hope. In each, the people listened politely to the little white girl, chuckled at her naivety, tried to explain why things were the way they were, and then sent her on to the next village.
           In Barrow she met a 37 year-old man named Ezekiel Ahmohoahk, an assistant whaling captain who worked as a civilian handyman at the Naval Arctic Research Lab just outside of town. He was the first person to invite her to dinner during her ill fated “save the whales” trip. They had dinner and talked, each trying to convince the other of the correctness of their view on whaling. They had breakfast, then lunch, and most every meal together for two weeks. The conversations continued and eventually my father won both the argument and my mother’s interest.
           The conversations came to cover every subject under the sun. She grew enamored with, as she said ‘the last place in the country where you can live a truly simple life in tune with nature’. Yeah, she was a hippie. As summer waned, the sun finally set for the first time in months. The days were growing shorter and with winter approaching, she chose to stay in the small Eskimo Village rather than return for her junior year at Princeton. Grandma and Grandpa were aghast, but figured when the sun went down, not to return for two months, and the temperatures regularly dipped closer to 80 below zero than to freezing, their little girl would come running home. If she’d told them about her new boyfriend, they surely would have called the Secretary of the Navy to have the sailor boys at NARL rescue their princess from the natives. It took mother almost fifteen years to go home.
Mom and her boyfriend became husband and wife on the spring equinox in 1968, an important day on the hippie calendar. You see, a few months earlier, sometime between the winter solstice, another big hippie holiday, and Christmas a big blizzard hit the top of the world. With 10’ snow drifts and wind chills plunging south of a 100 degrees below zero, it seems mother and father could find nothing else to do but share body heat . . . and bodily fluids.
Mom got knocked up, on the first night of the blizzard according to her, and I got to attend their wedding a scant six months before being born and only a few weeks before she started to show. Grandma and Grandpa Razkowski didn’t attend the ceremony, which in an affront to both her Jewish and his Presbyterian religion, occurred on the still snow-covered beach in front of an old whale skull the size of a VW Beatle, presided over by a non-denominational Navy Chaplin.
Six months later, get this, on the vernal equinox, I came screaming into the world as my mother gave birth at home, tended to by a couple of female elders and my father’s mother, my “Akka”. I was anointed Kianna Celeste Ahmohoahk; Kianna in honor of my father’s Grandmother, and Celeste because as mother saw my conception, her marriage and my birth as being celestially driven.
So, to borrow from Mr. Kubrick, your humble narrator, a half-Jewish / half-Inupiaq advertising executive grew up in a small Eskimo village on the Arctic Ocean, five thousand miles from Manhattan. As far as I knew, life was pretty normal and fun at the top of the world. I learned traditional dances, lots of stories and how to sew animal pelts into coats, mittens and mukluks. I picked up bits of the Inupiaq language from my Akka and other elders; my father couldn’t speak twenty words of his native tongue, having been sent away to a “white man’s” boarding school as a child, as were all of the native children of his generation. I was breastfed until I was five, being weaned only when mom’s belly got too big with my baby brother and I had to start going to kindergarten.
On TV, I got to see glimpses of the world mom left behind. Today Barrow gets every channel everyone else can get via satellite dish, but back then was long before satellite and up in the Arctic there was no cable and certainly nothing to pick up with an antenna; the closest city was some three hundred miles to the south across the mountains of the Brooks Range. We had the “Regional Arctic Television Network”, or RATnet, which consisted of one station that was on the air for six hours a day, unless bad weather kept the delivery plane from coming in with taped programming from the government.
In 1981, with two kids in school and having grown out of her hippie phase, mother went to work part-time for the wildlife department, which brought in some extra money and occasionally kept mom outside the home for a few days at a time as she chased animals across the tundra. Rapidly maturing into a young lady, I enjoyed assuming many of mom’s domestic duties, like cleaning and cooking meals for my father, little brother and me.
Everything changed in the summer of 1981 when the Navy began scaling back operations, leaving my father out of work. He was a proud man whose self-identity was tied to his job; he was his work. He tried to do odd jobs around town to earn money and stay busy, but most people were pretty self-sufficient and many others were now also out of work. We made it though that winter on mom’s paycheck, who was then working full-time, and on our savings.
The next summer, things seemed to look up as father kept busy fishing, hunting and whaling. However, when the snow and darkness came, reality set in; there was little productive for him to do for most of the year. Barrow was a village that was between two worlds. The community held on to some of the traditional ways, but had lost just enough to not truly be in touch with their past any longer. They had embraced many western niceties like snowmobiles, powerboats, central heat and prefab housing, but were far too remote and resistant to be part of mainstream America.
With the money and work gone they numbed the pain with booze. Although alcohol was illegal, there were bootleggers and father started drinking along with many of the now out-of-work men in town. Mom should have done something, but her father was a drunk, although a rich one and her mother had always told her that good wives did not interfere and that they politely looked the other way; so she did.
Thanksgiving was only a week away and I was a couple of months past my 13th birthday when father staggered into my room late one night while mom was in Fairbanks at a waterfowl symposium. I’d quickly learned to not anger him when he drank. He always apologized when he sobered up, but he did tend to hit when he was drunk and angry. At least he had some twisted sense of chivalry – mom and I got open handed slaps while fists were reserved for men . . . and little brothers.
He stood over me and growled that he had “. . . done nothing but give, give, give and give since your mother came up here and latched onto me by getting herself knocked up” and that it was “time you tunnik women gave something back to us natives”. I had never heard him talk like that. The words were crushing and my eyes welled with tears. Tunnik was a racial slur used by some Eskimos to refer to white people. It was a word I had heard spoken behind my mother’s back, but had never heard directed at me.
I had always considered myself more Eskimo than white. The only extended family I knew was Inupiaq and I
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