cynical, selective hand-wringing over sacred-mythic land rights is beneath us, whether we’re talking cape cod or the fucking levant—as is treating the amerindian natives like magical brown babies (or blue ones, if you believe AVATAR) joining hands with one another and living in transcendent peace with The Magical Earth in a land before linear time.
the pre-columbian western hemisphere was a sea of blood just like europe; history isn’t satisfying, it’s one damned thing after another.
(i very very strongly recommend wm. mcneill’s PLAGUES & PEOPLES, which can induce a terrifying perceptual scale-shift away from such parochialism by treating microorganisms—syphilis, bubonic plague, and the bugs that wiped out much of the pre-columbian american population—as neighbor populations in trade-exchange and open warfare w/humans.)
alternatively, i invite my mastobrethren to join me in abominating *all* human motherfuckers, starting with those who claim to have a divine (or indeed animist) mandate to any particular patch of real estate, and continuing to those who eagerly call for other people’s children to spill blood in the name of sacred dirt.
