Growing up in Los Angeles the Chumash, Gabrieleño, Gabrielino, Tongva, and Kizh peoples were names I heard, but they were from before the Spanish conquistadors and before the Mexicans. I knew of the Missions (concentration camps? work camps? death camps certainly) from the centuries before the Anglo settlement. But here in the Pacific Northwest, there is no convenient Spanish/Mexican history to intervene between the present and the past, or to buffer the Anglo destruction of native peoples and nations. Here in the Pacific Northwest that genocide happened YESTERDAY, in the middle to late nineteenth century by actors and legal systems that we live as direct inheritors of still today.
The Bitter Waters of Medicine Creek tells this tale of displacement, settlement, and genocide in a gripping and powerful way. We learn of Leschi, the Nisqually leader, who resisted the unfair reservation settlement offered by the imperious Governor of the Washington Territory, Isaac Stevens in 1855. Stevens, not to put too fine a point on it, was a genocidal monster. In contrast to him, in years prior to his arrival any number of British subjects and settlers intermarried peaceably with local people.
After Stevens arrived and began his expropriation activities even the US Army's various generals and leaders found Steven's militias to be essentially terrorist in nature. Said one US Army officer resisting his vendetta:
"To be sure they (the Indians) have killed some of the people, but that is incident to the war. Most of those who committed murders have been killed, and the Indians have suffered much. You say that some of the Indians who killed whites are still at large; it may be so, but are there not whites at large who have wantonly murdered innocent Indians in this district? For the reasons above mentioned I cannot assist in arresting the (Indian) men whom you have named...." Silas Casey, US Army
But Stevens was undeterrable. In the end, the vast demographic tide of White Settlement, with Isaac Stevens at its head, and a pliant judiciary to do his bidding, was victorious. Leschi was convicted and hanged for his rebellion, on trumped up charges of murder, and the marginalization to the edge of death for the tribes of the Puget Sound was completed. From that time the world in which we live today in the Pacific Northwest unfolded.
The first two chapters of the book about Isaac Stevens might seem a little slow going , but they serve a purpose of setting the scene and enabling us to understand the roots and motivation of this little (he was short) monster. The figure of Leschi is more difficult to reconstruct, but the author does an admirable job of assembling memories and memoirs, together with fragmentary court documents and newspaper reportage, to paint a fulsome picture of a diplomat and a warrior who fought for justice.
I cannot recommend this highly enough.