The Genocide was successful. Acculturation, assimilation, brainwashing, colonization...successful and continuous. Congratulations Americans. All that is left is for you is to continue on and destroy yourselves...Ya'all are on target and on of schedule.
Does this sound familiar?
"We are poor and weak. You want to place your foot upon our neck, and grind our face in the dust. Chief Charlo about 1890
More from Charlo whose name was "forged" on a treaty by future president Garfield that eventually forced them from the Missoula area "To Be Replaced" by Euro-Americans. Sound familiar?
Yes, my people, the white man wants us to pay him. He comes in his intent, and says we must pay him--pay him for our own--for the things we have from our God and our forefathers; for the things he never owned and never gave us. What law or right is that? What shame or what charity? The Indian says that a woman is more shameless than a man: but the white man has less shame than our women. Since our forefathers first beheld him more than seven times ten winters have snowed and melted. Most of them, like those snows, have dissolved away. Their spirits went whither they came; his, they say, go there too. Do they meet and see us here? Can he blush before his Maker, or is he forever dead. Is his prayer like his promise--a trust of the wind? Is it a sound without sense? Is it a thing whose life is a foul thing? And is he not foul? He has filled graves with our bones. His horses, his cattle, his sheep, his men, his women have a rot. Does not his breath, his gums stink? His jaws lose their teeth and he stamps them with false ones; yet he is not ashamed. No, no; his course is destruction; he spoils what the spirit who gave us this country made beautiful and clean. But that is not enough; he wants us to pay him besides his enslaving our country. Yes, and our people, besides, that degradation of a tribe who never were his enemies. What is he? Who sent him here? We were happy when he first came. We first thought he came from the light: but he comes like the dusk of the evening now; not like the dawn of the morning. He comes like a day that has passed, and night enters our future with him.
To take and to lie should be burned on his forehead, as he burns the sides of my stolen horses with his own name. Had Heaven's Chief burnt him with some mark to refuse him, we might have refused him. No; we did not refuse him in his weakness. In his poverty we fed, we cherished him--yes, befriended him, and showed him the fords and defiles of our lands. Yet we did not think his face was concealed with hair, and that he often smiled like a rabbit in his own beard. A long-tailed, skulking thing, fond of flat lands, and soft grass and woods. Chief Charlo 1876 Salish
Charlo was the great Grandfather of a woman I "admired" in my youth.
The hype about Great Americans has rarely been true. They have almost always been corrupt. Elon Musk will never get you off the planet in time. Nero is said to have played the fiddle as Rome burned. The fiddle players and locations have changed but still, the "Neros" continue with their insanity. Whimper or a Bang or both? That's the option fate has given mankind. Fiddling continues...
I once wrote Obama a letter. I was very surprised to receive a letter back from the white house. The issues I brought forth were dismissed/glossed over. Most of the content was "self praise" for his presidency.