Full disclosure: I read parts one and two. I skimmed through part three, which was detailed accounts of the war fifty years after the pilgrims’ arrival.
I wanted to read this book because I have had a bad attitude about Thanksgiving for a while. We are told the lovely story of the pilgrims and Indians eating together in perfect harmony, but as I grew and learned more about how America’s true history, I doubted everything I had learned about Thanksgiving as a child.
I can now celebrate Thanksgiving knowing that for a brief time in history the pilgrims did, in fact, have a reasonably peaceful relationship with a tribe of Native Americans.
From the very beginning there were wicked and racist white men, but there were also settlers that were comfortable and respectful of cultural differences. There were many who became good friends with their native neighbors.
Things did fall apart pretty quickly within the next several decades though. The pilgrims originally made treaties with Massasoit. The treaties set up a system
of government that, if nothing else, kept people from killing eachother. Those treaties were left to Massasoit’s son at his death.
Massasoit’s son was uncomfortable with how much power his father had relinquished, and he rejected the treaties of peace. Feeling that he should be treated as a king, he began to stir up unrest in an effort to get what he felt were his “subjects” in line.
The pilgrims, in reaction, fought back. But, things quickly got uglier than the Native Americans had expected. To the Native Americans, war was about bravery & honor. To the settlers, war was about killing as many people as possible. They began doing atrocious things (“in the name of God”) to maintain their hold on the land.
I couldn’t bear to read the last third of this book. It broke my heart to read about what eventually ended in genocide.
I give the book a solid five stars. I would not have complained if there had been more charts and visual guides to help me keep track of names and dates though.