History comes down to us from Herodotus, aptly armed the father of History. Herodotus was not much of an investigative historian by modern standards. However, the mere fact that the told stories as they came to him without slanting into distort the facts to serve a certain ideology, places him head and shoulders above modern historians, who work from an ideological perspective. We, here at the end of inquisitive time, when the average person, with the sum total of human knowledge at his fingertips—uses that tool for gossip and entertainment instead of inquiry, do not. Even among inquirers, realize that history is the ancient Hellenic word for inquiry.

Herodotus actually looked into the origins of Hellenic customs, interviewing priests in Egypt and even astrologists in Persian lands, in an attempt to determine the origins of the world he was so fascinated in.

Thucydides was the skeptical inheritor of his art, who examined and weighed evidence in his account of a war he took part in. Other historians followed: Polybius [Manybooks], Caesar, who failed to destroy the art form despite his self-serving use of it, Pausanius as well as a dozen ancient authors whose names do not immediately come to mind. All of these men, even Caesar, elevated their inquires far above the ancient hagiography of the king’s scribes who had preceded them. Where they lacked art, the ever-present poets.

When I began my own inquiry into the formation of this nation which moral ruins crumble about me, I expected to be bored, as American History had been resented to me in such stilted, staid and perfect narrative form that nary a question was left. Little did I suspect, when deciding to research “indentured servitude” that I would discover it to be among the greatest scams in human history and that the extensive accounts of Indian Wars and New World exploration that I had read from childhood through middle age began to echo with alarm bells in my mind. The histories I had read for entertainment and inspiration for adventure writing now began to resonate in my jaded adult mind.

Now, two years after I began looking into the question of white slavery, with the 13 Tribe project, I am attempting to tie together the various disingenuous strings I have unwittingly exposed in the untargeted survey of American slavery into a coherent exposition of American History as anything but inquiry.

A Partial Exhumation of the American Dream