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Thursday, May 03, 2012
Pachyderm By Sherman Alexie
Sheldon decided he was an elephant.
Everywhere he went, he wore a gray t-shirt, gray sweat pants, and gray basketball shoes.
He also carried a brass trumpet that he’d painted white.
Sometimes he used that trumpet as a tusk.
Then he’d use it as the other tusk.
Sometimes he played that brass trumpet and pretended it was an elephant trumpet.
Every other day, Sheldon charged around the reservation like he was a bull elephant in musth.
Musth being a state of epic sexual arousal.
Sheldon would stand in the middle of intersections and charge at cars.
Once, Sheldon head-butted a Toyota Camry so hard that he knocked himself out.
Sheldon’s mother, Agnes, was driving that Camry.
Agnes did not believe she was an elephant nor did she believe she was the mother of an elephant.
And Agnes didn’t believe that Sheldon fully believed he was an elephant until he knocked himself out on the hood of the Camry.
In Africa, poachers kill elephants, saw off the tusks, and leave the rest of the elephant to rot.
Ivory is coveted.
Nobody covets Sheldon’s trumpet, not as a trumpet or tusk.
On those days when Sheldon was not a bull elephant, he was a cow elephant.
A cow elephant mourning the death of her baby.
In Africa, elephants will return again and again to the dead body of a beloved elephant.
Then, for years afterward, the mournful elephants will return to the dead elephant’s cairn of bones.
They will lift and caress the dead elephant’s ribs.
By touch, they remember.
Sheldon’s twin brother died in the first Iraq War.
His name was Pete.
Sheldon and Pete’s parents were not the kind to give their twins names that rhymed.
In Iraq, an Improvised Explosive Device had pulverized Pete’s legs, genitals, ribcage, and spine.
Sheldon could not serve in the military because he was blind in his right eye.
In 1980, when they were eight, and sword fighting with tree branches, Pete had accidentally stabbed Sheldon in the eye.
When they were children, Sheldon and Pete often played war.
They never once pretended to be killed by an Improvised Explosive Device.
Only now, in this new era, do children pretend to be killed by Improvised Explosive Devices.
Pete was buried in a white coffin.
It wasn’t made of ivory.
At the gravesite, Sheldon scooped up a handful of dirt.
He was supposed to toss the dirt onto his brother’s coffin, as the other mourners had done.
But Sheldon kept the dirt in his hand.
He made a fist around the dirt and would not let it go.
He believed that his brother’s soul was contained within that dirt.
And if he let go of that dirt, his brother’s soul would be lost forever.
You cannot carry a handful of dirt for any significant amount of time.
And dirt, being clever, will escape through your fingers.
So Sheldon taped his right hand shut.
For months, he did everything with his left hand.
Then, one night, his right hand began to itch.
Sheldon didn’t want to take off the tape.
He didn’t want to lose the dirt.
His brother’s soul.
But the itch and burn were too powerful.
Sheldon scissored the tape off his right hand.
His fingers were locked in place from disuse.
So he used the fingers of his left hand to pry open the fingers of his right hand.
The dirt was gone.
Except for a few grains that had embedded themselves into his palm.
Using those grains of dirt, Sheldon wanted to build a time machine that would take him and his brother back into the egg cell they once shared.
Until he became an elephant, Sheldon referred to his left hand as "my hand” and to his right hand as “my brother’s hand."
Sheldon’s father, Arnold, was paraplegic.
His wheelchair was alive with eagle feathers and beads and otter pelts.
In Vietnam, in 1971, Arnold’s lower spine was shattered by a sniper’s bullet.
Above the wound, he was a fancy dancer.
Below the wound, he was not.
His wife became pregnant with Sheldon and Pete while Arnold was away at war.
Biologically speaking, the twins were not Arnold’s.
Biologically speaking, Arnold was a different Arnold than he’d been before.
But, without ever acknowledging the truth, Arnold raised the boys as if they shared his biology.
Above the wound, Arnold is a good man.
Below the wound, he is also a good man.
Sometimes, out of love for Sheldon and Sheldon’s grief, Arnold pretended that his wheelchair was an elephant.
And that he was a clown riding the elephant.
A circus can be an elephant, another elephant, and a clown.
The question should be, "How many circuses can fit inside one clown?"
There is no such thing as the Elephant Graveyard.
That mythical place where all elephants go to die.
That place doesn’t exist.
But the ghosts of elephants do wear clown makeup.
And they all gather in the same place.
Inside Sheldon’s ribcage.
Sheldon’s heart is a clown car filled with circus elephants.
When elephants mourn, they will walk circles around a dead elephant’s body.
Sheldon’s mother, Agnes, wonders if Jesus has something to do with her son’s elephant delusions.
Maybe God is an elephant.
Sheldon’s father, Arnold, believes that God is a blue whale.
Some scientists believe that elephants used to be whales.
Sheldon, in his elephant brain, believes that God is an Improvised Explosive Device.
Pete, the dead twin, was not made of ivory.
But he is coveted.
If Jesus can come back to life then why can’t all of us come back to life?
Aristotle believed that elephants surpassed all other animals in wit and mind.
Nobody ever said that Jesus was funny.
Then, one day, Sheldon remembered he was not an elephant.
Instead he decided that Pete was an elephant who had gone to war.
An elephant who died saving his clan and herd.
An elephant killed by poachers.
Sheldon decided that God was a poacher.
Sheldon decided his prayers would become threats.
Fuck you, God, fuck you.
Then he picked up his trumpet and blew an endless, harrowing note.
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