Long before the English settlers came, human beings lived here. They were called "Indians", people with families, homes, and hopes. They were in the way of the European push for "civilization", so tens of thousands of peaceful men, women, and children were slaughtered. My book explores with pictures and text the fate of those people, how our treatment of them has been misrepresented in the media and movies, and how our own future depends on whether we are willing to judge ourselves, confess our wrongs, and become human beings who desire peace enough to work for justice that's fair to every human being. Or, as Charles Dickens said, "Reality may take a wolfish turn, and make an end of us "
The strength of our nation was built on the back of a pioneer underclass who on these shores away from European tyrannical aristocracy no longer bowed to their "betters" but enjoyed an equal status with everyone, none excepted. For the most part our pioneers were honest, hard-working folk, glad to be free from social strata and strategies that characterized the sick society they left behind them back across the great pond from whence they came. Away from towns and cities, life was undisturbed by government and its often pernicious way of trying to control even the simplest things of our lives for the sake of advancing the interests of a few who are favored by those who wield government power. Such it has always been. And from such the early pioneers removed themselves to establish homes farther and farther west, away from the avarice of powerful politicians. Life was simple ... and free This books shows their life in words and pictures.
