Charles Coles was an old man by the time he was interviewed at his home by an out-of-work writer employed by the Federal government. Mr. Rogers, the writer, was a slim fellow with a receding hairline. His clothes weren’t the finest old Mr. Coles had seen, but Mr. Rogers didn’t seem to notice. He stood there on his door step with the kind of twisted pride that came from three hundred years of being told people like him were better than most.
In the same way, Natives were robbed of their ancestral lands, slapped with a label, and pushed to the margins of American history. But American history IS their history. The United States of America is an infant aberration of THEIR history.Read More