Every October, the same camp that can’t define a woman suddenly transforms into a panel of historical experts. They put down their gender-studies textbooks just long enough to lecture the rest of us about “colonial oppression” and the supposed horrors of Christopher Columbus. And right on cue, like clockwork, the chorus of virtue signalers begins its annual hymn:
“Indigenous People’s Day.”
What a poetic touch. Because nothing says “progress” like erasing the man who quite literally connected the hemispheres and ushered in the birth of the modern world. Nothing says “justice” like renaming a day of discovery into a celebration of tribes who—spoiler alert—spent most of their time raiding, scalping, and enslaving each other long before a single European set foot on their shores.
But let’s be honest. This was never about “history.” The left doesn’t care about history—they care about control. They rewrite, redefine, and repackage until everything noble looks evil, and everything evil looks noble. They call it “decolonization.” I call it what it is, a carnival of vandalism with a thesaurus.
Christopher Columbus, the man they now brand as a genocidal villain, was actually a vessel of providence. A flawed man, yes, but one used by God to set in motion a civilization that would eventually carry the gospel to the ends of the earth. He wasn’t sailing to enslave—he was sailing to expand, to explore, to connect.
Meanwhile, the tribes he encountered were not the peace-loving, flute-playing environmentalists your kids’ social studies teacher wants you to picture. They were engaged in perpetual warfare, ritual sacrifice, and yes, cannibalism. But don’t you dare say that out loud—your local DEI officer might accuse you of “historical violence.”
For example, the Iroquois Confederacy, often portrayed as wise and democratic, waged what were called “Mourning Wars,” where they would grieve their dead by kidnapping, torturing, and burning prisoners alive.