The guy at Warrior Publications is the hardest working blogger I know of, and gets his hands on the odd historical piece. Notice how PC this report is, and that although ancient Indians are praised for slaying British troops, that British officials of the colonial era are having their names removed from records and buildings for also being warriors. Once upon a time it was okay for Europeans to kill Natives, but was a war crime when a native killed a European.

In that environment what happened?

Native nations were exterminated—rubbed out—hundreds of cultures turned to dust.

So, in our current environment, when the death of a white man is of no concern, the death of a petty black criminal is of vital national significance, the deaths of old time white men are praised and the deaths of old time natives are avenged by erasing the memories of their killers from the collective mind, what outcome can we expect?

White genocide is in the air.

Short term native victory was the case in any area where the natives did not live in large agricultural communities and did not accept missionaries. It was civilization that did in the Indians, not the white man, but his meaningless money-grubbing way of living. If the Vikings couldn’t take them out British slave soldiers wouldn’t do any better, and did not.

For generally 100 years of contact, Colonial officials would coexist with Indians, using them as military advisors, allies, trading partners, and/or enemies useful for keeping the white slaves close to home. Eventually, deforestation, cull hunting, over fishing, pollution, disease, materialism, industrialization and Christianity would weaken the Natives and they would be displaced by the sky-rocketing European slave population.

This so-called ground breaking report is common knowledge to readers on the period. It took from 1541 to 1812 to finish off the Eastern Woodlands Indians, only 20 years to sweep away the tribes of the Ohio Watershed, and then 60 years to wipe out the Great Plains and Mountain ecology that supported western Indian populations. The Eastern Woodlands backed by the Appalachian Ridge was a tough nut to crack. So, though the westward march of civilization seems an assured blink of Time’s eye to us, sitting fat and safe in our retrospective easy chairs, to many generations of early Americans, a time was never known, remembered, or imagined, in which stealthy meat-eating killers who lived by the hunt did not skulk just beyond the planted fields of the farm ready to snatch their calloused, toiling, mud-caked life from under the nose of the pitiless mercantile masters.