A local geological landmark in my area is undergoing a name change.
Now keep in mind, when I say “in my area” I’m not talking about your average urban neighborhood. What I’m referring to is, oh, maybe a 3 or 4 hundred mile radius. These are local concerns. Granted, there’s a lot of space in between but it makes perfect sense if you consider population density. Let’s compare, for example, the Crown Heights area of New York City. This is just one neighborhood within the city. It covers an area of about 1.5 square miles, depending on the source you consult. For this article, I checked with the lady at the library (SHHHHH!) and some guy hangin’ around outside the Home Depot. Anyway, where I’m from, 1.5 square miles is about the same as the walk home from the nearest pub. The walk to the pub is measured in linear miles but, depending on the time spent and the volume of intake, the trip home is better measured in area. That said, this one neighborhood of NYC contains a population greater than all but the largest city of the state in which I live…and that covers a much larger area than 1.5 square miles.
Where were we? Oh, yes.
At issue in the effort toward renaming the mountain in question, which could be considered a geological landmark since it’s just kind of sitting there in the way, is the offensive nature of the person for whom the mountain was previously named. It seems that this person, a general from the Mexican-American War era, was also one of the early military leaders of the Indian wars, and was himself a great Indian fighter. The real problem, particularly in today’s society, is that he was also a “not-so-great” Indian fighter, as in the fighting of women and children who weren’t fighting in the first place. These members of early Native American society were not called “Braves.” I guess, as mentioned, they were called “women and children” and those who aspired to become “Braves” never got the chance.
In an effort to neutralize the awkward discomfort of the modern “political” (which is actually “social”) incorrectness of the name, it was decided the name should change. Naturally, the problem stems from associating the name with someone who is presently unpopular. Heck, even some members of the guys’ family wants the name to change. So… What do we call it?
Naturally, if the mountain were named after a going business concern which had paid for naming privileges, it would make no difference if they were worthy of the honor. The only honor necessary is that someone profited from the naming. Expansion of this practice would make it much easier to decide what to call things. Just name them after whichever entity ponies up the most bucks: Exxon Bay, Coca-Cola Canyon, Lake BP or maybe Apple Forest (or possibly iForest). We have a great deal of experience with that in our “neighborhood.” Let’s just say that it’s not any easier to hide skeletons in a closet full of money than it is to hide them in a regular closet – it’s just that the skeletons in the money closet don’t look as dead… Or maybe they look like they died of natural causes.
Getting back to point, the problem with sponsored naming is that if sponsorship is dropped, the designation would change and we’d have to learn a lot of new names for things. Finding your way would be difficult because you know your GPS is never going to be that up-to-date. Stopping to ask directions wouldn’t likely be much better:
“Hey, my friend…can you direct me to Premier Pond?”
“Premier Pond? What’s that?”
“You know; it’s that small lake, lots of maple trees and a nice dock off the north end. They catch all the Perch there…”
“Oh, you mean Dyson Dam. Used to be Ford Fjord. They change that again? Anyway, yeah. You go west of town till you get to Victoria’s Secret Hill and then…”
“Till I get to WHERE?”
You can see the problems inherent with this type of system and why we have permanent (kind of) names for things.
We could take the randomness and favoritism aspects out of naming things by assigning them numbers or, more scientifically, referring to them by their GPS coordinates. Aside from being very difficult to remember, the mystique, romanticism and downright usefulness of the name would be severely diminished if not entirely eradicated. Lover’s Point loses a little in the translation to 43. 5581938 x 96. 7483478. Actually, I just used that as an example. Those coordinates will actually take you to the local Buffalo Wild Wings and while the consumption of alcohol may lead to Lover’s Point, the coordinates I have listed will not. Nor will the eating of buffalo wings. Just try to look amorous and generate sexual interest while eating sauce-saturated chicken wings with your fingers and you’ll see the source of that determination.
Back to the case in question, I believe one of the frontrunners in the name change is that of a Native American leader and Medicine Man. I think this is an excellent choice for a name. It maintains the local, historical reference, it’s familiar, since some other things in the area contain the name and, while we have a great deal of information about the person, we have no evidence that he did anything offensive, generally stupid or foolishly socially incorrect. Thank God there was no iPhone video available at the time or we might still be looking for a name. It’s difficult to put a bad spin on the act of taking extra buffalo skins for political favors if the only remaining evidence is a faded painting of the act on a rock somewhere. That’s not photographic evidence, it’s just hearsay – kind of like this article. In addition, anything he may or may not have done can be taken as a normal action or attitude in another culture or society – unlike this article.
Another suggestion is the name it was referred to by the Americans who were here before we got here. I think changing the name to a different language which is used by a tiny percentage of people, regardless of race, gender, color, sexual orientation or whatever someone is offended by today, is a bad idea and a good way to have people resist the change. This idea is paramount to using a Latin name (a language used nowhere outside Academia, which, by the way, is nowhere near this mountain). Perhaps we could name the peak using the name and language given it by the tribe who lived here before the tribe who lived here when we got here. You see where I’m going with this, I’m sure, and because of that I’m not going there.
Now, I don’t know who it was exactly that decided the name should change (you and I both know it was “them” because “they” decide everything!) and, until I read about the effort I was unaware that the mountains’ namesake was unworthy of the honor. Nor did I care, to be honest. If “they” had started telling people that the mountain was so named because it was traditionally called that and no one knew why, the nomenclature would probably still be fine. The name was so far removed from the man that, in modern times, the rock took ownership of it.
“So,” you’re wondering, “why is this topic under a Naturalist’s Corner flag?”
Well, that’s what I’m wondering and I’m the one writing about it. The basic point really IS the “ownership” of the name. It’s a cultural argument. It’s a personal interest argument. It may be a political argument. It can be debated and changed numerous times in the next thousand years but, when it comes down to it, it’s our petty perception problem…
The mountain just doesn’t care.