Douglas Mercer
October 9 2023
Last we checked in there was a big hullabaloo about the so-called Sand Creek Massacre and they were getting ready to take down the name of the “pale face” who ordered it. Well the deed is done. We should of course be putting up statues of him and naming schools and parks after him. But this is the land acknowledgment era and everything has to give way before the red man. White men used to be proud of their battle of arms victories and celebrate and honor them. But no more. Now they make far too many of us queasy and guilt ridden and they want nothing whatsoever to do with those great White men who after all gave them everything they have. Now the fashion is to abjure, and abdicate and renounce; now the fashion is to cleanse the past of any even vestigial trace of White Greatness. And so a big government agency and members of boards took a vote and make no mistake about it: they voted for White Genocide. The name today, us tomorrow. The name of a mountain is but a stand in and proxy for their real prey, every last living White man who still feels pride and fervor when he hears of the great deeds that conquered a continent. You won’t read this in any of the newspaper accounts; but you don’t have to read between the lines to see it.
“On one cold November morning in 1864, more than 200 Cheyenne and Arapaho tribal members, mostly women and children, were murdered in one of the worst massacres in American history. For 128 years the man historians say authorized the massacre had a mountain – which was located on Indigenous territory – named after him. But not anymore. Mount Blue Sky, formerly Mount Evans, was renamed in a Friday (September 22 2023) vote of the US Board of Geographic Names, the US Department of the Interior announced in a news release.”
The Interior Ministry is (believe it or not) run by a squaw so you can be pretty sure the fix was in. We drove them off the land, shunted them into Reservations and generally made life impossible for them. So profound and world shaking were these endeavors that no less a person than Adolf Hitler let out a low whistle of awe and respect relative to it. He got the idea for his camps to lock up race enemies from the reservations, and his push to the east was modeled on this forced evacuation. He famously said that the Volga would be his Mississippi, and he wanted the Germans to overrun the lands of the east just as the White men on the North American continent had done in the West. That’s the best of company to keep and it gives the full rubber stamp of admiring approval to what we did. But now sad to say such thinking is rejected and we have (of all things) a squaw in charge of the Interior Department. The irony of spending hundreds of years, untold energy, and great loss of life to secure this beautiful country for our posterity only to turn it back over in the end to one of the enemy camp should be lost on no one. An ascending people will not only never apologize for its past it won’t even think about it. Because regretting what made them ascendant in the first place means that they no longer are. But now they live permanently in the graveyard and from time to time dig up corpses over which they give sad speeches. As if every great civilization wasn’t built on the dead of other people; for behind every great people who have had great fortune is no crime—but a vast hall of heroes.
“A monumental change has been made in Colorado's history after years of deliberation and review. Mount Evans is now officially named Mount Blue Sky. The new name holds significance because the Arapaho were known as the Blue Sky people and the Cheyenne have an annual ceremony of renewal of life called Blue Sky. Those who helped make this change possible celebrated at Chief Hosa Lodge in Golden Sunday morning. The ceremony started with a prayer, ceremonial song, and a celebration paying homage to the Arapahoe and Cheyenne tribes and ancestors.”
What about our ancestors? Does anyone remember them? Well, we do but hardly anyone else does. They are correct however in their assessment: this is a monumental change. To the vast majority who are utterly obtuse as to what is really going on the name of a mountain might seem only the small change of life, but it’s not. It’s monumental change. You see the Indians have been lobbying and currying favor and fighting for this change for decades. They are a degraded people but say this for them: they fight for their past. Of course when the past is all you have and you’ve lost your future you tend to think about it more, and you have a lot of time on your hands. White people in the mass assume they have a future but not as White people, but as Americans or as part of that most dangerous thing of all: the human race. Each of them in their own way and in their own time will learn what monumental events are happening right under their nose. When their skin becomes their uniform they then will dwell on the past of their people and their future as White people. That much is given. The only question is will they learn it too late; will the learning curve be so steep as to be vertical—when even learning will be of no avail.
“It is a huge step, not only for the Cheyenne and Arapaho people, but also for the Ute Mountain Ute Tribe, Southern Ute Tribe, Northern Arapaho Tribe, Northern Cheyenne Tribe, and other allies who worked diligently to begin the healing process, bringing honor to a monumental and majestic mountain, Cheyenne and Arapaho Tribes Governor Reggie Wassana said.”
The red man now has his day in the sun. A people who had only their past (and it was nothing to write home about) now have a future but a peculiar one. Not a future as a people, not really, that day is good and buried. But a future of grievance and living off the fantasy that their past is important. They do not exist as people in themselves, that day is long gone and good riddance to it. But in the odd moral ecosystem of the present they have carved out a brand new niche; not the survival of the fittest, not in the least; but the survival of the least fit. In fact the less fit you were the better off you are now. If you got defeated and defeated badly by the White man historically now you are a fetishized and celebrated cause, and every day is a pay day. In this perverse calculus in the struggle for life those least capable of waging it emerge as the winners and given the palm. It’s really no life worth living but if all you have is the powwows and wigwams and the evanescent wisps of your smoke signals of a bygone age and casino money I suppose you take whatever “vindication” you can get. It’s a poor thing as has been said—but it’s their own.
“Before the massacre, the tribes, who have lived on the Great Plains for generations, were already experiencing the intrusion by American colonists. Their western expansion invaded Indigenous land, limiting their hunting grounds and haunting them with the constant threat of violence from the American military. Indigenous chief Black Kettle of the Cheyenne was committed to his efforts to negotiate peace with then-territorial Governor John Evans and the American Colonist Military, to protect his people, according to the National Park Service. But nothing worked.”
The bottom line is this: the insist we must apologize (and apologize profusely and eternally) for being great. Greatness (and White Greatness in particular) is not in fashion these days. The great onward rush and tide of White Americans across this continent is the greatest story in world history. Bismarck said the most momentous event in world history was when the first Englishman set foot in Virginia. Hitler said that the movement of the Anglo-Saxons to America and across it was the crowning episode in White World Supremacy. The movement of the Aryans across the world is the story of World History. And when the vistas of our noble people were immensely opened in the New World it was the next and biggest step in global domination. By the middle of the 19th century White Americans were marveling at their success and sought to explain it. As a result they began to focus on race as the explanation. They said that this high destiny was manifest: that is it could be seen by all, and so it could. But now they whine and whinge that a despicable people were shunted aside in this glorious contest and this glorious conquest. The Indians from the beginning were on the way out and everyone knew it. But the remnant that were for some strange reason allowed to survive survived long enough to find an Achilles Heel: pity and remorse. And they’ve parlayed these weaknesses into a thriving living replete with name changes and academic chairs.
“I, John Evans, governor of Colorado Territory, do issue this my proclamation, authorizing all citizens of Colorado, either individually or in such parties as they may organize, to go in pursuit of all hostile Indians on the plains to kill and destroy, as enemies of the country, wherever they may be found, all such hostile Indians shall be killed.”
Rousing and ringing an stirring! Why, it make you want to jump out of your chair. That, my friends, was how the West was won. Not with pusillanimous palaver and weak-kneed half measures. Straightforward and no nonsense and no fooling around. It’s the old phrase: kill them all! It was how the West was won. Well, actually they did not kill them all and lo these many years later that is how the West was lost. But a war to the knife is a war to extermination. To think anything else is to be the next loser in the next war. It has been said of some doubtful Americans in the 1840s and 1850s that they were fully on board with the expansion to the Pacific and beyond but that they were very concerned to have a clear conscience in the matter. That was their first mistake. It was not the mistake of the redoubtable Mr. Evans and for that all hail. But of course the cowardly creatures in Washington reviled him at the time and he had to resign in “disgrace.” And now his name is banned. But one day we shall vindicate our martyrs.
“The Arapaho and Cheyenne tribes – including 750 people, most of whom were women, children and the elderly – followed orders to settle at an encampment by the Big Sandy Creek near Fort Lyon. They were told to wait there, until peace negotiations continued and they would be allowed to go to Fort Lyon for safety and supplies. But on the morning of November 29 1864, unprovoked, US soldiers opened fire on innocent and unaware Arapaho and Cheyenne civilians, and by the end of the massacre, 230 of them were dead.”
No innocent Indians, and the only good one is a dead one. Never forget that earlier in 1864 word was received that a coalition was to be formed among the plains tribes to "drive the whites out of the country." Or that in the spring and summer of 1864, the Sioux, Comanches, Kiowas, Cheyennes, and Arapahos were engaged in active hostilities which led to the murder of numerous civilians, the destruction of livestock and crops, supplies to the region being cut off, and the Colorado settlers in danger of starvation or murder at the hands of the plains tribes. That’s all you need to know. This was an existential thing; this wasn’t some morality tale. It’s not about good guys and bad guys, or good and evil, or white hats and black; or anything else you can hear come a Sunday morning in a specious sermon in a rotting Church; it’s about the strong and the weak. There’s no “moral lesson” to be learned, just facts to be observed. You only possess what you can keep. Any questions?
“May this new name be one of honoring the victims and their descendants, healing and moving forward together. And may these sacred homelands once again be a welcome place for the indigenous peoples of the land.”
That sounds like nothing so much as a malediction and a curse. Unless you are deaf, dumb and blind you can’t help but know that there’s a big new movie the Jews are pushing on all the frequencies (Bob DeNiro! Oscar buzz!) in which some White men through chicanery dispossessed some Indians of some oil money. And it will win all the Jew awards and get all the Jew adulation. And it will be yet another round of thumb sucking and another round of bed wetting and pearl clutching and all the pundits and the piranhas will heave a big sigh and say they are so sorry. May the White race recover from the infernal narcotics of peace, love and understanding. May we revive the spirits of our ancestors and our storied past and put our enemies behind us once and for all. It’s the only way to vindicate the martyrs; it’s the only way to remember the heroes.
