The Moth - The Wisdom of Elders: The Moth Radio Hour

Episode Date: January 20, 2026

This episode originally aired on April 5th, 2022. In this hour, stories of learning from our elders. A mechanic, a teacher, a patriarchy-busting grandmother, and Star Wars in translation. This hour is hosted by regular Moth host Angelica Lindsey-Ali. The Moth Radio Hour is produced by The Moth and Jay Allison of Atlantic Public Media. Storytellers: Ishmael Beah is separated from his beloved grandmother during the war in Sierra Leone. Rose Saia feels understood by her new 4th grade eacher.  Charlotte Mooney helps a man wandering on the highway.  Manuelito Wheeler wants to help preserve the Navajo language by dubbing Star Wars. Podcast # 759 To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Go to omg-s-com slash moth to explore. That's omg-y-es-com slash moth. This is the Moth Radio Hour. I'm your host, Angelica Lindsay Ali. I'm a storyteller and frequent host for the Moth's live events in Phoenix and around the country. In this hour, we'll be exploring stories about our elders. Anyone who knows me well knows that I have been preparing to be a grandmother since I was about eight years old. My earliest best friend and role model was my grandma Bessie, a smiling woman from Montgomery, Alabama.

I spent hours with my mom. grandmother at her flat on the west side of Detroit, looking out the window at her weeping willow tree while she stirred something in the pot as she shared life's secrets. Always keep a quarter in your purse in case you need to make an emergency call, invest in a good slip and girdle, and always, always bet on the Detroit Tigers. To this day, you can still find you sitting with an elder, whether it's someone's great out at the family dinner, a stranger on a park bench, or my husband's 96-year-old grandmother.

I have always been attracted to the walking libraries and life lessons that exist in the minds of those who have lived long lives. Our first story is told by Ishmael Beah. The civil war that tore apart Sierra Leone was long and brutal, and it had a devastating effect on the population, especially the elders. Ishmael's award-winning book, A Long Way Gone, details how he was recruited into the army at 13 and became a boy soldier.

In this story, we get to meet his extraordinary grandma. Here's Ishmael Beah. At the end of the Civil War, 11-year Civil War in my country, Sierra Leone, everyone was looking for somebody they knew before the war, before that madness. Family, friends, neighbors, somebody to be able to remind them of what their lives had been before that. violent and horrific time. I was 12 years old when the war started, and my grandparents were really instrumental figures in my life, especially my grandmother. My grandmother always did whatever she wanted. She didn't confirm to anything at all, and this was very uncommon in the community that I grew up in.

In fact, she was one of the only women who owned her own farm, a plot of land where she grew cassava, rice and any other crop that she wanted. I would watch her sort of do it from scratch. And I will come along, not necessarily to help, because my help is not really much. And I will stand back and admire my grandmother with a machete and axe in her hand when she would literally attack a jungle and cut down humongous trees fiercely and with ferocity. And then she would come from under the bushes and she will say to me, Now that's how you brush. Make me proud, my grandson.

And I would look at her. She had looked at this jungle that the sun couldn't even penetrate in before. That was now flattened. She would look at it and sitting just to catch your bread a little bit. And of course, just by holding the machete, my hands were already blisted. I hadn't already started cutting anything.

And then I would go in there to do whatever little walking I needed to do. my grandmother also you know even though she was doing this uncommon thing she remained quite feminine whenever we're going to the farm or to brush to do this really difficult work she would dress elegantly she will tie her hair she will come out looking as if we're going to festivity and always look at the thing to me and say where are we going but then we're

going to the farm or to brush one afternoon while we were brushing some man was walking down the path and sent his greetings to all I guess the sound of how the brushing was going, how the trees were being cut down and falling into the forest, he assumed that my grandmother, or the person who was doing the brushing, could only be a man. So he sent his greeting as if he was greeting a man. My grandmother came from under the bushes.

She arranged her headcloth, tied her shirt properly, put her wrapper around, and looked very decent and step onto the path. The man froze. My grandmother walked up to him and slapped him really hard and said, you know, don't you have any training? Do you think all these bushes are only cut by men? And then the man, after awakening from this stupor of unbelief, ran down the path, looking behind him, my grandmother was going to chase me down. And my grandmother looked at me and smiled a little bit and, you know, undid some of her stuff again. It went under the bushes and started swinging

machete and asked these trees again. This was my grandmother. And, uh, and, um, this was my grandmother. She had that same smile that she casted my way whenever she came to visit my older brother and I We were living with our father after our parents had separated And so whenever my grandmother was coming My father would get really nervous He wasn't somebody who was afraid of anybody but he would talk in his shirt and he would Pace up and down he would sit down he would stand up and we knew our grandmother was coming And when my grandmother arrived we took advantage of this moment to

ask for things that we would not necessarily ask of our father because he would say yes in front of our grandmother. And so my grandmother also had left my grandfather. She was the first of three wives in a village called Bandavulao. And one morning she decided that she was done. She was just packed the stuff, took her children, including my mother, five of them all women, and just left the town of Bandavulang to another place called Kabati, where she would be able to do her business, but also she wanted to get away from the gossip and the inquisitiveness of all the other women. Now, traditionally, no woman was doing this. To do this required a lot of ceremony.

The elders, mostly men, would agree to it. They would sit down and they would talk the woman out of it, but not my grandmother. She just left one day and said to my grandfather, if you want to be with me, you will come to where I'm living now if you want to see me. And this meant my grandfather would have to walk from when the sun rose in the morning to when he was in the middle of the sky to be able to do so. So she went there and started living there. So she would travel, she would make soap, she would travel and buy fish.

She would paddle her own canoe and go to villages that were miles away. Sometimes she would hire a motor boat and she would put all this palm oil that she would bring to sell at the market. So every now and day while she was gone, a stranger would come and would exchange small talks with my grandfather and would say, well, I've seen your wife a week away from this village. And my grandfather would, you know, he was a very nice man, soft-spoken, really nice. nice to my grandmother, but my grandmother was just a very independent natured person and very just on our own thing. She didn't care what anybody thought. And so through this conversation, my grandfather would say to some of the people that, you know, she lived by her own rules and

she does whatever she want. The only thing I know is that she loves me and her family deeply, and that's enough for me. I remember watching my grandfather, whenever my grandmother returned, he was ready and he would open up. He had this old suitcase that was old as the world. It was dark like the color of earth and he would open it inside was very new and he had books and pens arranged and he had this small perfume bottle he would take and he would dress very nice and he would spray it and I watch him and I look at him and he would turn to me and say you know I have an advice for you my grandson a man is only as good as his ability to make his woman loved all the time remember that and I would say okay and then he would come back on the veranda with his

cassette tape and he would press play and he would sit and he would play and he would sit and he would that music that my grandmother would love, the traditional music would begin to fill the air. And my grandmother would be sitting in the yard, resting, and she would look, and my grandfather's eyes would be ready to meet hers. She would look at it, and then she would get up, and she would go into the room, and when she returned, she was elegantly dressed, and my grandfather was waiting to hold her hand. She would refuse, at first, be reluctant, and then they would start dancing, and they would start dancing, and I would admire them.

And this was one of the last memories I had of my grandmother before the war began, where we lost everybody and a lot of people died during that time. At the beginning of the war, everybody was separated from their families. I didn't know what had happened to my brothers and my mother. Eventually I found that that my brothers, my two brothers and my immediate family, my two brothers and my mother were killed in the war. And so it happened to so many other people in Sierra Leone. this war also children were being sought after and recruited to fight as soldiers and at that time

these children were forced to inflict violence upon their elders in my community you couldn't speak back to somebody who was older than you but the war used this as a way to terrorize the structures that had existed so all through this time when I was running from the war I kept thinking about my grandmother whether she had survived because she was an elder eventually I was recruited to fight as one of those children that was used as a soldier to fight in this war I came out of that war luckily for me alive and I thought about my grandmother. I spent 10 years going back home to Kabati, to Sierra Leone, looking for my grandmother constantly.

But each time, I would have leads, and I would follow them, and they would come to a dead end, and I would lose her. I didn't know. When I was something within me, I always believed that my grandmother survived, that if anybody could survive, she was the one who did it because of how she was before the war. I'd been going around back and forth every now and then. And then one day, I was back in Sierra Leone in my country and I went to the village and someone

told me that my grandmother had returned. I didn't want to believe it because I've done this so many times. Nonetheless, I began to walk back to the house that I knew my grandmother had lived. When I began to approach it, I saw somebody sitting on the veranda and I recognized from her father that this was my grandmother. She was looking somewhere, lost in her thoughts. and as I got closer, she raised her head and she saw me, and she stood up as strong as she had been when she attacked those bushes,

and she began to wept as I came closer. She shook my hand, she held me closer to her, and she tried to pick me up, but she couldn't do it. And so she said to me, what has happened to you? How come you've gotten so heavy? And she looked at my height, and she looked at my face, and I said, Grandma, it's been many, many years. you know, so I'm an adult now.

The last time my grandmother saw me, I was 12 years old, so she was still thinking of me in that way. So we sat down to talk, but she tried again to see if she could pick me up, and she couldn't do it. So we sat on the veranda, and we started to talk about what had happened during the war. So I asked her, how did you survive? This madness that was difficult for even a young person to survive, let's just say an older person.

She looked at me and said, first of all, I am not old. And secondly, what happened was that when the war came to my village, I ran to my farm because I knew that there I would be able to have access to food and stayed there for a little bit until I decided what to do. But I knew eventually people will come to the farm looking for food and it will be people with weapons. So she left that place and began going to towns and villages that she knew all the pathways, the waterways, and she would get into Okinawaino and padu Kano after Kano, weeks after weeks,

she would walk in swamps. She slept standing in swamps and made her way to the road. this island called Bunth, which was one of the places in the country that the war didn't reach was very difficult to get to. As she was telling me these stories, I thought to myself, I wish I'd had the strength and the wisdom to go to that place and escape all the madness that I'd record during the war, but I was a child and I hadn't gone anywhere as my grandmother had traveled. After she finished telling me, she asked me what my story was, and I told her that I now lived in New York City, that I had written a book about my experiences in the war

because I fought in this as a child. And she thought about it, and she said to me, where is this land that you talk about in New York? And how does one get there? And I explained to how the time it would take, the plane and everything. And she said to me, and I ask her, would you like to come and visit or perhaps stay with me in this land called New York City? And she thought about it for a little bit. And she said, would there be elders that I'll be able to exchange thoughts with?

And I said, well, it's not the same as here. You don't see many old people wandering around just like that. She was quiet for a bit, and she said, you know, I will stay here in my beautiful village and home, and you will come and see me every time I say so. She pointed her hand with me, and I said, yes, of course I would do so. And I remember her face just as it was when I was a boy. It was very calm, as if she had slept for centuries. And so we sat and talked.

I stayed with my grandmother for weeks and weeks, close to a month, just exchanging things. But it was very difficult to do so because at the end of the war, when you found somebody that was close to you and you were exchanging pleasantries with them about what life had been, sometimes you could not do it in front of your neighbors because people who walked by

seeing this, reminded them of people they could not be able to find. So we had to hide sometimes. We would go for a walk along the path, long walks, where I would be able to laugh about things. Well, we would be able to, perhaps I would cry. My grandmother never cried. She remained strong for me.

I knew she was trying to hold it. So we would do all of these things. And then I left. At some point, I came back to New York. My next door neighbor, to my grandmother, had a cell phone. So I would call my grandmother sometimes, and I would speak to her. And often she would borrow the phone, and she would call me. My grandmother did not understand that I was on a different time zone,

so she would call me any time she wanted. And mostly it was around 4 a.m. in the morning. And she would call me, and she would say to me, why do you sound so sleepy in the middle of the day, or something like that? And I was just a little tired, so I was asleep. I didn't want to explain anything to her. So then we would talk about all sorts of things. So one time she called me.

It was again 4 a.m. I picked up the phone. And she said, you cannot believe what happened. And I said, what? She said, I was just minding my own business, sitting on the veranda of my house. And these white people came by. And they had this book that had your picture in the back. And they wanted to take a picture with me. So I went inside and dressed very nicely, and I took pictures with me.

And then a few weeks later, others came, and they just keep coming, and I just keep taking pictures with them. You must be a really, really big chief over there where they are. And I said, well, you know, I told you earlier I had written this book. She said, really, okay, okay. And so we were talking. And then, of course, every time I spoke to my grandmother, she would ask me the question. Have you found yourself a good woman that you're going to make some family of yourself? Better yet, I want you to make me great grandchildren so that I can teach them everything that I've learned about life.

And I'll say to her, well, you know, I'm walking on it. And she would say, well, if you need any help, you know, I'll definitely, I can help you. And I said to her grandmother throughout your entire life, and my child, it already thought me how to do that, just based on who you are. And so, as she said this, and the phone line began to break a little bit. And I lost her. The phone hung up. And so I said to her, you know, I whispered to myself that I will talk to you soon, grandmother. and I knew it was the same thing that she was thinking.

Thank you. Ishmael Bayer is an award-winning author and human rights activist. The memoir he mentioned in the story about his time as a child soldier, a long way gone, earned critical acclaim, and has been a part of school curricula all over the world. He's also the author of two novels, Radiance of Tomorrow and Little Family. Ishmael did finally fulfill his grandmother's wishes, and he and his wife are the parents of three.

children. No doubt he shares his grandmother's wisdom with them frequently. When you have a grandmother as awesome as Ishmael's, it's almost impossible not to share. With a wisdom like hers, you've got to pass it down. In a moment, kids at a Catholic school are excited to get a teacher who isn't a nun. And a woman sees something very out of place on the highway. That's when the Moth Radio Hour continues. The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media, in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. This is the Moth Radio Hour. I'm Angelica Lindsay Ali.

In this hour, we're talking about being guided by the wisdom of elders. One of my favorite elder tips is when my mentor once told me that it's totally okay to go to bed angry. She said it's amazing what a good night of sleep can fix. Or my auntie Elaine, a former model and pageant queen,

who once told me to always wear lipstick, even when taking out the trash. You never know when or where are you. you'll meet your destiny. I guess I might as well look good when I meet my fate. Our next story is from Rose Sayah, a self-described Boston-born Southie girl. She told this story at a Moth StorySlam in Boston at the Oberon Theater, where we partner with PRX and public radio station WBUR. Here's Rose. It's the first day of school, of fourth grade, and I am standing out in the playground,

hot in my Catholic school uniform, nervous with all of all. the other kids because we're waiting to find out who our nun is going to be as our teacher next year. Mother Superior comes out on the front steps and her long black habit blows a silver whistle. We all come to attention and grade by grade we're called up to the front. A nun meets us walked inside the school. This is really nerve-wracking because nuns were people to be feared And at that point, I was just hoping I got one that smiled and not one that like threw erasers or, you know, hit kids with rulers. And when my grade got called up to the front, I heard a boy shout, Jesus, Mary and Joseph, she has legs. And sure enough, standing in the front, there was not a nun, but there was a woman and a flower dress with her hairstyled.

And, yes, stockings on. And as we walked into the school, you could hear her high heels clicking on. the floor. She went up to the class chalkboard while we were sitting down to write her name in perfect Palmer penmanship. She turned around and one of the boys actually fell off of his chair and swooned and said, Miss Egan, I'm in love. And she turned to him and I held my breath. All the kids were holding their breasts because we thought she was going to hit him. And instead, she put a book down in front of him and said, well, I hope you like. reading because that's what I want you to love.

So Miss Egan was really enthusiastic and loved teaching. That was clear from the very beginning. She once taught us about energy by pretending to be a windmill, and she let us make paper-miche volcanoes where baking soda lava came out. But her enthusiasm for teaching really wasn't able to break this malaise that had settled on me in fourth grade. I got to school late a lot. I would sit in the back of the class and doodle or just look out the window.

I turned in quizzes, blank. Sometimes I didn't go down and eat lunch with the other kids, and I didn't go out to recess. So Ms. Egan took each of these challenges one at a time. She brought me up to sit in front of the room so I couldn't drift off. She tried to encourage me. And then she just started asking me, why was I doing these things? Why were these things happening? And I didn't answer her.

And one day I turned in a spelling chest blank. So she told me I had to stay after school. And after school, she said to me that since I hadn't taken the test, I could grade all the other tests. So I waited for the answer key, and she said, oh, no, no, just grade them. You can do it. So I did. And when I was done, she handed me a blank piece of paper and told me to write down every word from

the test and I did. And she took the red marker and she marked a hundred on the top. And she said, next time if you take the test at your desk, I'll let you grade more papers with me. So I did. And I graduated from grading, spelling papers to English composition. And one day she said, you know, you're kind of good at this. Do you think you might want to stay after school and tutor one of the other kids? So I said yes And then the St. Bridget's Afterschool Tutoring Club was born And it started with me with one girl by my side And then other students with other students by their sides

And one afternoon, Ms. Egan said that we should just have some fun Instead of working. So she took out these big sheets of art paper And said we could draw or paint whatever we liked. So the girls started painting and drawing hills with flowers on them And the boy started doing the kids started doing the same with hills, with army men and tanks on them. And I started coloring my paper with all different colors of crayon, and then I covered it,

started covering it with black paint. And Maseek came up and sat down and said, I don't understand, like, what is wrong here? I mean, is this supposed to be you? Is this how you feel? And I didn't answer her. So she left the room and came back in a long while with Mother Superior and came in next to me, and I think told me to stop, but I just put my arm around the painting I had. Mother Superior blew her whistle, and so everybody stopped and folded their hands on their

desk because it was Catholic school, and that's what you did. And when they looked down at my painting, they saw that I had taken the blunt edge of some kitty scissors, And I scratched out a rainbow and sun and flowers and the crayon colors came popping out of the black paint. And Ms. Egan asked me, where did you get the idea for this? And I said, well, I love the stained glass in the church. I love the pictures of the saints in Jesus shining through the colors of the stained glass. And when I looked at Mother Superior, she didn't look too happy with that answer. and I really thought in my nine-year-old brain,

I'm in so much trouble now. I've desecrated stained glass. It's supposed to be saints in Jesus, and I've done flowers and a rainbow. Oh my God, I am in so much trouble. And I started to shake and cry and put my head down, and my tears just fell on the paper making a river of black. And Miss Egan picked me up and put me in her lap and hugged me until I stopped.

And when I stopped, I saw all the other kids were gone. Mother Superior was gone. And she told me I could just paint the black again and carve out the flowers and no one would ever know. And she stayed late so I could do that. And that's when I gave her all the answers that she wanted. My dad was in jail and a state far away. My mom got up early for work in the morning and came home late at night. And sometimes she left me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch,

but sometimes there wasn't any bread, so I didn't go to lunch or recess on those days. The next day when I got to school, my painting was up on the cork board next to the coat room. And this Egan saw me and pulled me aside to the front of the room, and she turned her back so the other kids couldn't see me. And that's when she handed me a brown paper lunch bag, and inside there was a big red apple

and a fat sandwich that she had made just for me. Thank you. That was Rose Sayah. She's the executive director of a food relief agency in Boston. She's also a volunteer and has prepared over 10,000 meals for a local community supper

where her guilty pleasure is sampling donated broken cookies. She hopes every kid out there gets to have a teacher like Mrs. Egan. To see a picture of Rose around the time of her story and one of her straight-A report cards from St. Bridget's School,

you can visit the moth.org where you can also pitch your own story. I believe every person has at least one good story inside of them. We want to hear yours. Pitch us a story right on our site, or call 877-799 Moth. That's 877-799 Moth. Our next story is from Charlotte Mooney,

from our London Story Slam. Here's Charlotte. I was driving home. I'd been away from home for about a week working in Portsmouth and it had been a really hard week so I was desperate to get home. I had my four-year-old daughter in the back of the car

and we were just rounding the final bend of the A3 about five minutes from my house and the second we turned the corner I knew that something was deeply wrong it was like a giant hand had scattered the traffic in front of us cars were headed right and left, and all of the horns were blaring.

And then I saw that walking right down the central lane towards my car was an old man. I was probably going at about 50 miles an hour and I slammed my brakes on and somehow I managed to stop when he was only about a metre from me. He didn't break stride. He kept walking straight back, right up to the car

until he rested his fingertips on the bonnet. and then he kept going around the side up to the driver's windows. He was small, mid-70s and well-dressed with a button-down jacket and a hat. He bent his head through the window and he said to me, I'm so sorry, I'm just going for a walk. And then he took three steps back and a car came between me and him. my daughter was in the back wide-eyed, and I tried to reach to him and called to him,

but by that time he was off, he was weaving a line up the A3 through the cars. I drove home as quick as I could. I left my daughter with my partner, and I rang the police, and they said that they'd send out a car, but it would be about 15 minutes. And when I called them back 15 minutes later,

they said, oh, yeah, we couldn't find anyone matching that description. He's probably wandered off. So I got back in my car, and I drove back up the A3, really hoping I wasn't going to find him. But almost immediately, I saw him walking down a parallel road. And by the time I had swung the car around and parked and got out, he was literally about to step his foot back onto the A3.

I ran up to him and put my hand as gently as I could on his shoulder. He spanned around and looked at me and said, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just walking home. I'm walking home. And I said to him, would you like a lift? fully expecting that he'd say no, but he said, yes. As I walked him over to the car, I said, do you know your address? And he said, of course.

It's number four, Battersea. Is that right? As I sat him down in my car, his legs gave way, and I thought, he might have walked from Battersea. I had a bottle of water in the footwell, which I gave to him, and he drank, and the only other thing I had were apples. So I said, would you like an apple? and he said, have you got a knife to peel it? And I said, no. He didn't like the peel, and he did something

I've never seen anyone do before. He nibbled off every single shred of peel. Before he took a single bite, it took him bloody ages. And meanwhile, I went and called the police. They said, find out his name, we'll send a car. And I called my friend, whose mum had had dementia. And she said, just talk to him, Charlotte. Make sure he doesn't get distressed.

So I hunkered down on the curb next to him. him and introduced myself. His name was Leslie. He had three children, Poppy and two sons, but their names changed as we talked. He used to be a mechanic in Dagenham. He was a good mechanic and he had a good car and Mercedes. And if I asked him anything else, he'd start to get a bit twitchy and anxious, like, why are we talking? Why aren't we going? So I would go back to the boot and fiddle around for a bit, and then I'd come back and we'd have the same conversation again, Poppy, Dagenham, mechanic, Mercedes. And as long as I stuck to that, he didn't get distressed.

He sat there straight back, nibbling bits of apple peel, and just watching the traffic pass. As far as he was concerned, I was finding the address, and we were going to be leaving any minute. Eventually, after about three hours, the police rang back. They said, there's no one lost by that name, taking to local police station. The moment I started the engine, it's like he came.

to life, he was literally stroking the dashboard. He said, this is a good car. This is a quiet car. I used to have a good car. I had a Mercedes. And then he said, Charlotte, when they take your car, then you're really stuck. And I didn't know it was going to happen, but I started to cry. and I was trying to hide this from him, but he saw, and he reached out his hand and put it on my shoulder and said, you're very tired. When we got to Kingston Police Station, I helped him out of the car. His legs pretty much didn't work by this point,

and I noticed for the first time that he had odd shoes on, one suit shoe and one trainer, and he tucked into me as we walked across the road as if we were old friends. He kept saying, this is a good day, this is a fine day. I took him into the police station, and the police officer took one look at him, and she said, right, cup of tea. And she took him from me and sat him in a chair.

I left, and on the way out, I could still see his silhouette through the frosted glass. He was sat straight back on a plastic chair waiting. And I got to go back to my good, quiet car, and I got to start the engine, and I got to go home. Thank you. That was Charlotte Mooney. Charlotte has told stories on stages and around campfires across the UK and is currently working on a piece about the myth, folklore, and science of crows. As an update to her story, the police sent Charlotte a letter thanking her for her help.

Charlotte says she hasn't seen Leslie again, but she still keeps an eye out for him every time she drives on the A3. When we return, a story from the Navajo Nation about preserving an ancient mother tongue in a galaxy far, far away, when the Moth Radio Hour continues. The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. What's up, guys? I'm Candace Dillard Bassett, and you may know me from my time on The Real Housewives of Potomac

or as a part of the latest cast of The Traders. And I'm Michael Arsino, author of The New York. Times bestseller, I Can't Date Jesus. On our podcast, Undomesticated, we don't just say the quiet parts out loud. We're putting it all on the kitchen table and inviting you into the chaos. If you're ready for bold takes, real talk, and a little fun, come join us. Listen to and follow Undomesticated and Odyssey Podcast available wherever you get your podcasts. You're listening to The Moth Radio Hour. I'm Angelica Lindsay Ali.

This hour, we're talking about things passed down from our elders. One of the things I cherish the most are my children's names. A family elder in Mali gifted my children beautiful names, Amatigay, Yabara, Yakini, and Abara. Their names are tiny prayers that remind me of the power of language every time I say them, which is often because four kids. Our final story is told by Manuelito Wheeler, who was born and raised on the Navajo name.

He's currently the director of the Navajo Nation Museum in Wendell Rock. Manny told his story in Arizona, where we partnered with the Mesa Art Center. Here's Manny. Thank you. And Yatt E Manilita Wheeler, Yenisha, yeah, sit on genie in shlaw, yeah, he touchini, eh, butchishin, Tawedlini, eh, dashi-echi, Kiaani, a, dachinella. So I have just introduced myself in Navajo.

And language, language equals culture. So it's the late 1990s and my wife has gone to grad school. And she left me with our three year old son at the time. And so she started school and she got an apartment in Tempe. We had a small apartment. Then I came down three, four months later. And, you know, I had a three-year-old son and I needed a job and I'd always found myself in the museum world.

So where do I go to look for work right away? The herd museum. You may have heard of it. No pun intended. So I go apply for a curatorial type job there and do great on my interview. Think I have it in the bag. Get a call. Sorry you didn't get it.

It wasn't that cold, but you know, sorry you didn't get it. But you know what? The herd's expanding. and they need some help in the carpenter's shop. And I'm like, okay, I need a job, I'll take it. So I was a carpenter's assistant, and then I moved up to the exhibit installer, and then I moved up to the design manager there at the Herd Museum. So during my time there, my wife has finished her master's,

and now she's on to her doctorate in English Lit, and all the while she's, teaching Navajo. So she's teaching Navajo to high school students here in the Phoenix area. And we would always have this discussion of how do we make our language relevant? How do we get these young people to connect to our language? And this is something that's very close to both of us. It's close to me because I'm not fluent in Navajo. And that's a secret shame that I carry with me. That's a secret shame that people of my generation, we carry with with us. And it's like, there it is something that's part of us and it's fading and we're trying to figure out how to save it. So we're sitting around the dinner table and we talk about,

man, it would be really cool to have our own movies in the Navajo language. And so they're like, yeah, yeah, that would be cool. So we tossed some ideas around. She maybe has said, like, we should do the steel magnolias in Navajo. And I thought, I thought, oh, that, oh, that, But then I say, you know, think about it for a while, like, we should do Star Wars. Maybe you've heard of it. And, you know, the reason I thought about Star Wars, and it's stuck, is like, it's such a timeless classic. And there are themes in the movie that I really felt connected with Navajo slash Native people. This idea that the universe is connected, and if we do something that affects this side of the universe,

it's going to ultimately affect this side of the universe. The idea that there's good and there's bad and how we choose to use it is up to us, but it will have its consequences. So I really felt that those ideals would really stick with Navajo people, especially our traditional elders. So, you know, this is a time when the end. internet was brand new and there was that thing that was like AOL and you've got mail and like computers were huge and you would clack away on them. And so I get on the internet, I find the

script to Star Wars episode four, for those of you that need some clarification. And it comes in the mail and I look at it and I put it on the shelf and forget about it for a few weeks. And then, you know, I find it again. I look through it and there's my wife and I tell her. Like, you think you could do these five pages and translate them in Navajo? And she's like, yeah. And I'm thinking, I'm not going to get this back until a few days or a week or so. She comes back in like about 30 minutes. And it's all typed up and she hands me the papers.

And I'm like, whoa, that's when I had the moment, that light bulb moment of this can be done. This is real. So again, I research Lucasfilm, of course, and send email. And this process goes on for about 10 years of going to different parts of Lucasfilm. There's the emails, there's the 800 numbers. And I'm not a pest. I'm not emailing Lucasfilm every day or anything like that. It's just like a couple times a year.

And then the position opens up at the Navajo Nation Museum to be the director. I apply. I get it. We move our family back to where. Back to our beloved res. And then the idea resurges again. And I'm like, I'm like, let me try this other door. Send the email off again.

And one day, you know, the email pops up. And it's from Michael from Lucasfilm. And he popped in his email says, we got your message and this is something that we're interested in. And then, of course, I call my wife first. I'm like, guess who I got an email from? It's like Lucasfilm, they're on. They want to do this.

The stipulation, though, was that we would have to fund the production. The Navajo Nation would have to fund this production. So, you know, I gather myself, I go up to my boss, go up to his office. And he's a cool guy. I've always gotten along with him. And I tell him, hey, this idea about Lucasfilm, and they're interested in putting Star Wars in the Navajo language. And it's going to be great, and it's going to be the best thing that ever happened to the Navajo Nation. and he's just kind of nodding his head.

And, you know, he's like, that's nice, manny. I just felt this sinking feeling like he doesn't get it. He doesn't see the vision that I have. And so he's like, well, put a budget together and we'll see if we can find some money for you to do this. And of course, there are much bigger problems on the Navajo Nation. People actually live without running water and electricity there. So my project was going to have to take a back seat for a while.

But I'm not discouraged. I go to various Navajo Nation programs. And I'm like, great project. No, sorry. Great project. We should do this. No, sorry. And so, you know, this is over, I would say, six to eight months.

And at that time, you know, it's something that you feel like you have lightning in a bottle, but nobody wants to buy it. And then finally, I come across another person that I know. And he oversees the fairs for the Navajo Nation. And he's like, you know, I'm trying to look for something that's entertaining, something that would bring a lot of people together. And I'm like, I've got a project for you. And I explained my idea about putting Star Wars,

dubbing it Navajo into over a Star Wars movie. And he's like, yeah, that sounds pretty good. Like, let's do it. And I'm like, oh, I'm like trying to be cool on the inside of it. He said, I need something for the Fourth of July. Fair. And I'm like, oh, okay, yeah, I can do it. And so I rush over to my team, and my team was very small. You know, it was a team of about 10 people. And I'm like, okay, we got to do this. And we had to put together a press release. And we send it to Lucasfilm for their approval. They approve it. And then

it goes out to the internet. And then it takes off like wildfire. My phone starts ringing every day, at least every hour maybe, and it's the BBC, it's NPR, it's CNN, like all of these different major media outlets, they want to talk to me about how this project's getting done, why it's getting done, and I couldn't believe it, and I'm like, oh, and then I get a call for my friend who lives in Los Angeles, and he's like, man, you're, this story Navajo Star Wars is trending at number seven on Yahoo. And I'm like, oh, cool, what does that mean? And so he's like, well, let me put it this way.

The Olympics are trending at number eight. And I'm like, whoa, so that's when it hit me. And we started to get rolling. The people from Burbank, they came out and gave us a tutorial and how to get things rolling. So we auditioned for Star Wars in two days. And we had over 400 people come over those two days auditioning to be a beautiful. part of this. And we had five translators in a room and they translated the whole in script in 36 hours. And then we go into production and it was just one massive, amazing blur. But let me put it this way.

We started on April 12th and we premiered the movie on July 3rd. And one of the things I'm most proud of is it was mostly done by Navajo people. We really got together and made this happen. So here we are. We are, here we are. We're premiering it and guess what? A rodeo arena. Classic Navajo style.

And it wasn't just a rodeo arena. A rodeo had actually happened less than an hour prior to us doing this premiere. So imagine if you will. And here comes a day. giant semi driving into the rodeo arena. And my people, they had built a movie screen on the side of the semi truck and it pulls into the middle of the rodeo arena. And people, the stands are filled. There are over 2,000 people were there and they're all waiting for this movie to start. The cast and crew is there. People from Burbank are there. People from Hollywood are there.

Everybody is excited to see this. And my wife, she's sitting right next to me. And then the lights go down. People applaud, cheer, kind of. And then it happens. Those light blue, that light blue font a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, it appears on the screen, but it's in Navajo. And then the crowd goes wild, they cheer.

And it's like, it's almost like a friend's. And here comes the crawl, the crawls in Navajo, and my wife and I are sitting there. And, you know, I squeeze her hand and we're just sitting there. And she's crying. Tears are coming down her eyes. Well, I'm not crying. Maybe I was crying. It was a rodeo arena.

It was dusty and dust getting in my eyes. So, and then here comes the biggest. here comes the big imperial cruiser descending upon Princess Lehi's ship. And it goes C3PO, C3PO utters the first words, and C3POs in Navajo. And then here comes Darth Vader, and he lifts up the rebel, and he's like, where is the princess? Where are the plans? And it's in Darth Vader's voice in Navajo. And the crowd is going crazy.

And I'm there sitting there, squeezing my wife's hand. And I'm thinking of our grandmothers that have gone on to the next world. I'm thinking of our grandfathers that have gone on to the next world. Our uncles that have gone on to the next world. Our aunts that have gone on to the next world. That I wish they were here to see this. This is our culture. It's living on.

This is our culture. And now there was a new hope. That was Manuelito Wheeler. To see pictures of Navajo voice actors in the studio dubbing the film, visit The Moth.org, where you can also download the story. Star Wars dubbed in Navajo is now available to stream on Disney Plus. Here's a bit of the dialogue in the Navajo language. Darth Vader,

The President of the Adelaideot, Imperial Senate, Bihata, Taita, but he he and ajigia. Your Highness, you know, your highness, and the Navajo'Nest I know the Nal Chiegey-e-a-hine-Lahe A-Hin'a-Hin'u'llahehine-Thaw.

Hullahdyshii-e-Chayn't-Wixte-Mpti-Lorahnshaw. Since Star Wars, the Navajo Nation Museum has gone on to dub two other classic films in Navajo, Finding Nemo and a fistful of dollars. At the start of this hour, I said that I said that I'm I've always wanted to be a grandmother. Well, I'm still not there. I consider myself more of a young elder.

But at 46, that time is approaching soon. In the meanwhile, I like to consider myself a grandma in training. I go by the name Village Auntie, and I share advice I've gleaned from elders with women around the world. I hope you've gotten a bit of useful advice from our storytellers. That's it for this episode of The Mothra. Radio Hour. We hope you'll join us next time, and that's the story from The Moth. This episode of The Moth Radio Hour was produced by me, Jay Allison, and Catherine Burns, Jennifer

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