I liked the idea of a Native American crew member, but the writers botched Chakotay badly, I thought.
We are way in the future and Chakotay’s father, and the traditions he passed down, were strictly “old west Indian”. OK, writers, I like to try to work with you, but if Chakotay is a descendant of early Native Americans, then why is he from a tribe called the Anurabi, which never existed? By the way, 'Chakotay' doesn’t mean anything in any Native American language either. If the Anurabi is a tribe that began in our future, why does it have only ancient traditions? And could they do no better than to make the man a stereotype? But not even a good stereotype--they even botched that. His background is sterotypically plains Indian, but he and his father hunt in the rain forest. My head hurts.
I wanted to like the character, but the writers wouldn’t let me. With all the back story they did on him, you'd think that they could have given us something to work with.
OK, I’ll fold my tent for now, and with my braves, shaman, and spirit guide, walk silently from the sweat lodge to the pow wow, where I’ll beat the war drums or smoke the peace pipe, whatever the white-eyes will allow.
We are way in the future and Chakotay’s father, and the traditions he passed down, were strictly “old west Indian”. OK, writers, I like to try to work with you, but if Chakotay is a descendant of early Native Americans, then why is he from a tribe called the Anurabi, which never existed? By the way, 'Chakotay' doesn’t mean anything in any Native American language either. If the Anurabi is a tribe that began in our future, why does it have only ancient traditions? And could they do no better than to make the man a stereotype? But not even a good stereotype--they even botched that. His background is sterotypically plains Indian, but he and his father hunt in the rain forest. My head hurts.
I wanted to like the character, but the writers wouldn’t let me. With all the back story they did on him, you'd think that they could have given us something to work with.
OK, I’ll fold my tent for now, and with my braves, shaman, and spirit guide, walk silently from the sweat lodge to the pow wow, where I’ll beat the war drums or smoke the peace pipe, whatever the white-eyes will allow.