Diana Jill Moxhay, 74 PEAKS ISLAND – Diana Jill Moxhay, a resident of  Peaks Island for the past decade, passed away gracefully on Saturday, May 21, 2016, at her home, surrounded by family, following a brave battle with cancer.

Born on March 17,1942, in Rye, N.Y., she was the daughter of Jack and Dorothea Moxhay. A 1960 graduate of Rye High school, she matriculated to Smith College in Northhampton, Mass., and in 1964 became the first member of her family to graduate from college. Diana possessed a competitive spirit and participated in sports, particularly lacrosse, throughout her school years, in an age when that was far from the norm for young women.

Following college, she worked for Radio Liberty Munich and Voice of America, soon being recruited by the State Department’s Foreign Service. Diana had a fantastic facility for language, speaking half a dozen comfortably; but her greatest passion was for Russian, which she began to learn while at Smith to better understand and enjoy the works of Dostoevsky and other Russian authors in their native tongue.

In 1971, Diana became the first female Foreign Service officer posted to the American embassy in Moscow. Her mission there focused on creating a deeper cultural understanding between the two great superpowers, long before official relations began to thaw.

Over the next three decades, Diana was posted in Chile, Cameroon, Sierra Leone, Somalia, Russia again, Belarus, and Austria, reaching the most senior levels of the Foreign Service. Her professional life was spent confronting historic forces like the Cold War and colonialism and shaping the world that was to come following their collapse. She not only had a front row seat to history, but she was a direct participant in it, and in her retirement would casually recount her interactions with presidents and dictators.

Ever a champion of democracy and free speech, Diana took particular delight in having incurred the personal ire of despots like Vladimir Putin, and Alexandra Lukashenko, both of whom eventually barred her from entering their countries, resentful of her work to empower the free press.

In spite of her proletarian loyalties, Diana was a woman of impeccably refined taste, with the deep appreciation for an encyclopedic knowledge of classical music, opera, ballet, and fine arts and was personal friends with numerous prominent Russian dancers, artists, and musicians.

Having spent the majority of her life fighting for ideals and enabling high-level diplomacy in every corner of the globe, Diana designed and retired to a beautiful home overlooking the sea on Peaks Island, where she could finally be close to family and enjoy a wonderful community. Diana is survived by her brother David, his wife Judy; her brother Peter, his wife Kathryn and their children Olwyn, Imogen and Nikolai; her nephew Christopher, his wife Bonnie; and her cousin Gregg, his wife Hazel

PS: I was in my office at  The Globe newspaper on 40 Rawdon Street in Freetown, the same building that used to house The Tablet Newspaper, when Diana popped in and invited me to the American embassy. As a champion of the free press, she was captivated by the paper’s output. One that was independent, in a one-party state, headed by Siaka Stevens, the president then. Stevens had turned his back on America to stay in power for life. He became friends with China. China built a national stadium, Youyi building for the government ministries and a new city hall in the city of Freetown.

One of his stalwarts (name withheld) had burned the American flag in public. Medical doctors were now trained in Russia and Cuba. Lada cars – Russian made vehicles were aplenty on the streets of Freetown. Stevens’ personal security unit, the notorious Special Security Division (SSD) were trained in Cuba.

I became a regular face at the embassy. Ray Pardon and Arthur Lewis ( U.S. ambassador and wife Fay), became my friends also. So began our relationship which was to blossom into a close but professional and platonic one.

One day I went to the embassy, and Diana said to me, “Francis, there is a vacancy at  VOA to report from Freetown and the bureau chief Sonja Pace( based in Abidjan Ivory Coast) will be here. You will be a good fit for it” The former VOA reporter Royston Wright(blessed memory) had just died of cardiac arrest in his early 40s.

Sonja( pronounced Sonia) was in town to cover the change of guard. Stevens was an octogenarian and was getting tired of ruling. He wanted to hand over power to his hand-picked successor.

At the first press conference, following Stevens’ retirement, I was able to sit next to Sonja because I.B. Kargbo an influential journalist turned politician lately had put me in charge of the conference arrangements. I had left the Globe because of editorial disagreements and moved over to I.B.’s New Citizen newspaper, whom I had worked with at the Tablet, and we were friends. At this time, we did not share the same convictions anymore but was too annoyed to stay at The Globe and I have never been interested in politics. Also by then one of the key writers I relied on, Kortor Kamara had left for the U.S.  And I.B. treated me with respect. God bless him and Ms. Daisy Bona.

After I expressed my interest in the job, Sonja asked that I send her 30 lines(correspondent’s report distinct from news advisory which is 10 lines) on the ceremony that preceded the press conference.  I dropped my story at the front desk of the Brookfields hotel where she stayed. The next day she called me saying, “I like your style of writing. How would you like to work for us? We cannot guarantee your safety, but if you are arrested, we will put pressure on the government for your release.” she went on.

Now, go figure the state of the press in Sierra Leone then. It was a dangerous job for which my mom had given up on me saying I was committing suicide.

So, I was American, before I became an American citizen. I was called a CIA agent and worse names. America gave me a job when my country of origin had denied my application to own my own newspaper. The Globe was not mine. I left Sierra Leone, and I have never looked back. I still love the country, my country?

OK, this is about Diana, not me. I believe you get it. I was about to write on race in America when she came to mind. That was when I found out she passed away two years ago. I contacted the newspaper on Peaks Island, where she spent her last few days, sent them a photo of Diana with words of condolence from my family and me as proof of our friendship and they sent me this beautiful piece. May Diana’s soul rest in perfect peace.

 

They came from far-flung countries such as Peru in South America and close, from Canada up North. They are Indians. The majority of them are descendants of Native Indian Americans who had inhabited this beautiful land long before anyone else set foot here.

It is estimated that there are over 500 Native American tribes or nations, the preferred designate, in the United States of America. They converged en masse on Traders’ Village in Grand Prairie Texas this past weekend to celebrate their heritage. A Pow Wow it was.

There were the Mohawks, original inhabitants of parts of New York, recognized by a hairstyle which leaves a strip of distinct hair in the center while both sides of the head are shaven.

The Inkas, great musicians, were in attendance with their melodious Pan Flutes, consisting of several pipes of various lengths tied together. Oh, they sound great!

Different nations have different flutes used for different reasons. Entertainment and spirit-calling make the list.

They were very colorful, neat and a pleasure to see. Without a doubt, their outfits of feathers, animal hides, plants of weaving thread display their ingenuity. They were resplendent. Some asked for $5 a pop to take pictures with them, which I declined to do. So I merely inched away and used my iPhone X to take a selfie, with them in the background.

After all, I was spending a lot of money to eat, drink, park, purchase merchandise and pay for a rental car for three days.

Traders’ Village is replete with as many ATMs as there are knockoffs, bootlegs. Transactions are mainly in cash with no refunds or returns. It is a neat place with clean restrooms, and the grounds are littered with visible trash cans.

There are rides for kids as in Six Flags of Texas, a food court, beer stalls and plenty of anything to buy.

They filed in one-by-one onto the stadium-like grounds for the celebration led by two, raising the Stars and Stripes and the Lone Star flags. The chief in charge said a prayer. When it was time for the national anthem, I was standing at ease, shooting videos and taking pictures, so I had to stand at attention for the Star Spangled Banner. Or so I thought. What I heard blew my mind. Native Americans have their own national anthem.

There were no other flags of their own worthy of note so without asking, my conclusion was since they only had two flags, they stood for the U.S. national anthem when played, which was not sung.

Speaking to the audience, the chief admonished the crowd not to read history books about Native Americans. “Do not read the history books about us. They were not written by us,” he said.

It sounded like a tacit castigation of Christopher Columbus who is thought to have discovered America.

“Columbus didn’t discover America – he never set foot in North America. During four separate trips that started with the one in 1492, Columbus landed on various Caribbean islands that are now the Bahamas as well as the island later called Hispaniola. He also explored the Central and South American coast. But he didn’t reach North America which of course was inhabited by Native Americans.” Valrie Strauss- The Washington Post.

Not to be outdone, Jamaicans had long ago taken swipes at Columbus. Listen to reggae star Burning Spear.

They danced in a circle, chanting what was not understandable to me because I could speak none of their languages despite I frequent Oklahoma, officially known as Native America.

On one of my trips to Oklahoma, I met Juanita, a twin, at a gas station in Glenpool. “You are Native  American, are you not?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied and hastily added, “but I cannot prove it.” Juanita is Choctaw. Texas Oklahoma border is Choctaw nation country but she was in Creek nation area in Glenpool, two and a half hours away from home. To get to Creek nation from Texas, you go through Caddo and Kiowa nations.

During this weekend’s celebration, embedded in the group was a black guy who ostensibly has been able to establish his Native  American heritage and is perhaps enjoying the attendant benefits.

Gee! How could he succeed in getting accepted when Juanita and her sister could not? Well, It is none of my business and I believe in science and history so I continued to enjoy the show, knowing many Americans have been unable to do the same.

On Monday, October 8, 2018, America celebrates Columbus Day. For now, dance to this  Inka music which got me pounding the floor with my feet all night when I got back home Sunday.

Credit: The videos of these Inka musicians, Burning Spear, and the Native American National Anthem are from YouTube.