There I am in the gym, benching 305 lbs, sweat beading on my brow, finishing my trillionth rep. I set the bar down, high five my trainer, and stand up to take a break. While on my break, I read the most gigachad book I know of. No, it’s NOT Marcus Aurelius… I’m reading Geronimo’s Story of His Life. The only book that says revenge is best served hot and furious. One of the classic stories of men in America that hated being told what to do.
"...when all were counted, I found that my aged mother, my young wife, and my three small children were among the slain... I stood until all had passed, hardly knowing what I would do--I had no weapon, nor did I hardly wish to fight, neither did I contemplate recovering the bodies of my loved ones, for that was forbidden. I did not pray, nor did I resolve to do anything in particular, for I had no
purpose left."
Geronimo was an angry man.
“Officers, yonder in those ditches is the red devil Geronimo and his hated band. This must be his last day. Ride on him from both sides of the ditches; kill men, women, and children; take no prisoners; dead Indians are what we want. Do not spare your own men; exterminate this band at any cost; I will post the wounded to shoot all deserters; go back to your companies and advance.’
GERONIMO: Just as the command to go forward was given I took deliberate aim at the general, and he fell.”
There's a reason they make you read authoritative, anthological 3rd-person textbooks in school instead of 1st-person accounts like this. It's because these accounts are highly specific and often deeply tragic. Geronimo was a fairly typical Apache man, so he chose revenge when his family was slaughtered, and he chose to defend when his home kept being invaded by Mexicans and Americans. He and the Mexican troops seemed to be stuck in a cycle of “an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.” He runs from the Mexicans, fights the Mexicans, watches Cochise die, runs from the Mexicans again, robs the Americans a million times, gets lied to and cheated by the Americans (unsurprising), is confined to a reservation when he was promised home, goes to a state fair, rides in an airplane, and tells his life story to some random clerk who writes it and is only permitted to publish it with the express permission of the president. He becomes a Christian, grandfather, farmer, peaceful leader, and throughout it all he remains an Apache man who longs for his home.
Geronimo was a bitter, hardened man. I probably would be too if I scalped my enemies for nickels. He never got what was promised to him. All he ever got was a chance to tell HIS story of his life. Not the version told by the generals and the captains and the press. His perspective, his hungers, and his heart.