I was hired to play a Metis warrior. I already had longish hair, and, at the costume fitting, I was asked not to shave. A lot of First Nations people were hired; the first day (and the first ten minutes!) on the set, I struck up a conversation with a young Native man, and he made an anti-Semitic remark about "the Jews" he believed were the bosses of the production. A more pleasant observation: I overheard a young Native man, in an attempt to get acquainted with one of the buckskin-clad young women, ask, "You Ojibway?" It was very sweet; they were teenagers. Production had to be halted when one of the lead actors, it was rumored, took LSD and disappeared into the nearby woods . . . I spent some of the shoot in a trench with a rifle, positioned next Cloutier (Riel) and the real great-grandson of Louis Riel, who came in from Saskatchewan and was also hired on as an actor. After some time cheek by jowl, he said: "You don't talk much for a white man." In the same trench with us was legendary performer Don Francks, with his genuine braids and affable hipster warmth and sense of humor. I still run into him occasionally when I'm in Toronto. He is often barefoot. There were some mishaps with actors who claimed they could ride but, in reality did not have the skills or experience to handle a charging horse. There was an accident where some outdoor lighting equipment fell on a young Native woman. At lunch, we were all given a bottle of beer. Not being much of a beer-drinker, I was able to trade those beers for other treats. It was interesting to observe the Native guys ragging on each other. They would "dis" one another over their perceived (real or not) "whiteness." Once, on the bus back to Toronto after a day on the set, one of the guys called me "White Man," with some hostility. He was not perceptively any more dark- skinned than myself, so I shot back: "Who you calling "white?" His own insecurities regarding his own bloodlines must have kicked in because he backed off rather sheepishly. My first name and prominent cheekbones must have helped. The Native guys had names like Peter and Robert; some had reddish hair. Go figure. Good times. Peace and Love, Wolf Krakowski, Kame'a Media: www.kamea.com
