It was another beautiful day on the archipelago. The Lukku-Cairi children played in the warm golden sand and pure sky-reflected waters. The men went about their tasks as the women did their chores.
The smell of fish filled the air. There’s nothing like roasted fish with herbs specially blended with a few sweet potatoes tossed in for good measure.
The Lucayans had migrated to these outer islands or middle land as they referred to it from the West. They had left their family to settle a new land and raise their families in peace and harmony.
As the day progressed news circulated through the towns that three large vessels had been seen. It was October 12, 1492 that an Italian explorer under the auspices of Spain arrived with his three ships.
To the Lucayans, amazement set in as they saw the three sailing vessels. In comparison to their canoes the vessels were like gigantic birds which could swallow all of their canoes and still be unsatisfied.
In his journal Cristoforo Colombo wrote on October 12, “The people here called this island Gunanahani in their language, and their speech is very fluent…They are friendly and well-dispositioned people who bear no arms except for small spears, and they have no iron…”
Unknown to these industrious and peaceful Native Americans, the insatiable appetite would not be satisfied until the native lands had fallen prey to strangers or aliens who took what they wanted without regard to native rights. The history of the colonization and decimation of the Western Lands was and is a sad commentary on Christian Europe and their barbaric zeal for slaves and territory.
“They ought to make good and skilled servants, for they repeat very quickly whatever we say to them…” Ibid
The Lucayans in 1492 welcomed the strangers to their shores and offered them food and gifts. Unfortunately, by 1513, just over ten years later, the Lucayans had been taken as slaves, wiped out by the strangers’ diseases or committed suicide to avoid capture. It is estimated that 40,000 of these native people suffered this fate.
By 1520 their middle land was desolate with few remnants of a people who greeted strangers with American hospitality on that warm day in 1492.
From the journal for October 13, “I cannot get over the fact of how docile these people are. They have so little to give but give it all for whatever we give them…”
Life on this planet traversing the cosmos has been and continues to be a daily struggle for so many men, women and children. Human history is a history of great achievements and enlightenment, yet at the same time it is a history of savagery toward those fellow humans who were different, especially in the Americas and Africa.
Innocent blood still calls from the ground for justice. Native American blood cannot be washed away by apologies and revisionist rhetoric which is offered to appease the conscience of its guilt.
G. D. Williams © 2012
The Log Of Christopher Columbus: translated by Robert H. Fusion, International Marine Publishing, Camden, Maine © 1987
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