On a trip to downtown Boston, after shopping at nearby Faneuil Hall (one of the oldest shopping establishments in the country and not to be missed) I was looking at historic buildings and statues. I was struck by this public statue of an American Indian woman, very nondescript, looking towards the sky. Two live birds sat on her head and hand. Live pigeons have clearly been landing on her for years as she is stained. The symbolism for me, having American Indian heritage, was poignant. I stepped from shopping and modernism into the past, jarred by her expression and stance. Who is she? What is she doing? What does she represent? If only statues could speak and more clearly referenced their history.