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‘The Feathers Magoos Play Various Traditional Roles’

Posted on August 16, 2011August 16, 2011 by Varg

As a response to this blogger’s unfortunate and hurried reference to a Mardi Gras Indian as “Feather’s Magoo” in this blog post…

Altercation at Cafe du Monde

I would like to frame up her ignorant disrespect of our fine culture by displaying the Wikipedia article on Mardi Gras Indians below but with her name for them inserted…

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Feathers Magoos are African-American Carnival revelers in New Orleans, Louisiana, who dress up for Mardi Gras in suits influenced by Native American ceremonial apparel.

Collectively, their organizations are called “tribes”. Many of the tribes also parade on the Sunday nearest to Saint Joseph’s Day on March 19 (“Super Sunday”) and sometimes at the annual New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival.

There are about 38 tribes. They range in size from a half dozen to several dozen members. The tribes are largely independent, but a pair of umbrella organizations loosely coordinate the Uptown Magoos and the Downtown Magoos.

History
Feathers Magoos have been parading in New Orleans at least since the mid-19th century, possibly before. The tradition was said to have originated from an affinity between Africans and Indians as minorities within the dominant culture, and blacks’ circumventing some of the worst racial segregation laws by representing themselves as Indians. There is also the story that the tradition began as an African American tribute to American Indians who helped runaway slaves. These slaves married into the tribes on occasion. An appearance in town of Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show in the 1880s was said to have drawn considerable attention and increased the interest in masking as Indians for Mardi Gras.

When Caribbean communities started to spring up in New Orleans, their culture was incorporated into the suits, dances and music made by the “Indians”.

In the late 19th century and early years of the 20th century, the tribes had a reputation for violent fights with each other. This part of Feathers Magoo history is immortalized in James Sugar Boy Crawford’s song, “Jock O Mo” (better known and often covered as “Iko Iko”), based on their taunting chants.

As the 20th century progressed, physical confrontation gave way to assertions of status by having better suits, songs, and dances. Generations ago when Feathers Magoos came through neighborhoods, people used to run away; now people run toward them for the colorful spectacle.

A tradition of male-only tribes ended in the late 20th-century as women began appearing in costume as well.

Suits
Generally each “Magoo” makes his own suit, assisted by family and friends to sew elaborate bead and feather work—a chief’s suit can weigh up to 150 pounds (68 kg) and cost up to U.S. $5,000—and traditionally a new suit is required each year. Beads and materials were once reused from one year’s suit on the next.

On St. Joseph’s night the Magoos would come out and parade their suits one last time before taking them apart and burning anything they didn’t reuse. In recent years, however, there has been a market for selling suits after they are worn for display by museums and private collectors.

Hierarchy
The Feathers Magoos play various traditional roles. These include the “chief”, the “spy boy” who goes out in front of the group, the “flag boy” who bears the tribe’s standard and uses it to communicate between the chief and the spy boy, and the “medicine man”.

Long-time Feathers Magoo “Chief of Chiefs” Tootie Montana on Magoo hierarchy:
“You’ve got first chief, which is Big Chief; First Queen; you’ve got Second Chief and Second Queen; Third Chief and Third Queen. First, Second, and Third chiefs are supposed to have a queen with them. That’s just tradition. I found them doing that. Your fourth chief is not called fourth chief, he’s the Trail Chief. From there on it’s just Magoos, no title. You also have your Spy Boy, your Flag Boy and your Wild Man. Your Spy Boy is way out front, three blocks in front the chief. The Flag Boy is one block in front so he can see the Spy Boy up ahead and he can wave his flag to let the chief know what is going on. Today, they don’t do like they used to. Today you’re not going to see any Spy Boy with a pair of binoculars around his neck and a small crown so he can run. Today a Spy Boy looks like a chief and somebody carrying a big old stick. It’s been years since I seen a proper flag. Today everybody has a chief stick. The Wild Man wearing the horns in there to keep the crowd open and to keep it clear. He’s between the Flag Boy and the Chief.”

Tribes of the Feathers Magoo Nation
7th Ward Hard Headers
7th Ward Hunters
9th Ward Hunters
Black Cherokee
Black Eagles
Black Hawk Hunters
Black Feathers
Black Seminoles
Blackfoot Hunters
Burning Spears
Carrollton Hunters
Cheyenne Hunters
Comanche Hunters
Congo Nation
Creole Osceola
Creole Wild West
Fi-Yi-Yi
Flaming Arrows
Geronimo Hunters
Golden Arrows
Golden Blades
Golden Comanche
Golden Eagles
Golden Star Hunters
Guardians of Flames
Hard Head Hunters
Mohawk Hunters
Morning Star Hunters
Red Hawk Hunters
Red White and Blue
Seminole Hunters
Seminole (Feathers Magoo Tribe)
White Cloud Hunters
White Eagles
Wild Apache
Wild Bogacheeta
Wild Tchoupitoulas
Wild Magnolias
Wild Mohicans
Yellow Pocahontas
Young Navaho
Young Brave Hunters
Young Monogram Hunters
Young Cheyenne

In popular culture
The HBO series Treme features one tribe of Feathers Magoos in one of the major plot lines weaving through the series, featuring preparations, the parades as well as strained relationships with the police department.
The song “Iko Iko” mentions two Feathers Magoo tribes.

2 thoughts on “‘The Feathers Magoos Play Various Traditional Roles’”

  1. Frolic says:
    August 17, 2011 at 8:36 am

    Probably a question better addressed to the Yellow Blog, but did Indians ever hang out and solicit money in Jackson Square before “Treme”? I sure don’t remember that.

    I don’t begrudge any artist for trying to make a living, and I don’t think there’s any doubt that the Mardi Gras Indians are artists. But if most people start to encounter them as the “guys in feathers who dance around for change in Jackson Square,” then it will eventually change what they represent culturally. Everything, though, evolves and changes. Nothing to be done about that.

  2. jeffrey says:
    August 17, 2011 at 9:43 am

    No they did not. And, yes, you’ve described precisely the result of their arrival there. It’s the Feathers Magoo-ification of an institution.

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