There Goes The Neighborhood

Their eyes bug out. What is this huge boat floating on the water and why is it here? A mix of excitement, confusion, and fear fill their eyes. The white men come off the boat, men that they had never seen before. The Native Americans cautiously approach them and soon they mesh. They work together, they teach each other their ways, and they trade with each other. It is a good time, but it doesn't last long. Soon, the white men begin to teach the Native Americans their religious ways. It is a new thing for them, and they do not understand. Many try to leave but they get killed. This is when the conflicts begin. The white men and the natives do not agree. They live different lives, and those two lives cannot work together. The white men want converts and money. The natives want to live their spiritual lives in peace. The white men begin to make changes, and own the land. The natives are furious. This is not their land. They do not have the right to take this. It is nature's. In a devastating chain reaction, they begin to hurt eachother, and there is no longer peace. There is only fear. To have constant fear is a life of paranoia. There is tension, such that you could cut the air. Once in a while there is a death. The white men believe the unknown is simply a forest of evil, of the devil. The natives believe that the white men have invaded. They should not be here. They are not welcome. Fear causes conflict. There is no resolve. The white men will continue to want power and money, they will continue to belittle the natives, they will continue to own the land. There can be no compromise when there is fear, and so they live in a state of constant  in-balance, always on the verge of war. The war comes, and it becomes a white man's land. The winner writes the history books.