Chiricahua National Monument; may the dead find peace

All too often, when we visit somewhere new, we gaze only upon its beauty but consider not its mixed history. The pyramids at Giza built by thousands of slaves; the millions of pounds of space junk floating through-out the cosmos; Mark McGuire’s single season home-run record fuelled by steroids are but a few. Another such example is the Chiricahua National Monument in southeast Arizona, where I too was guilty of admiring its beauty while ignoring its sordid history. I could go on about the majesty of those hills, the sense of awe I felt gazing over those rocks and how pleased I was with myself for having listened to Eric and Gemma’s exhortations to visit this sacred place. Instead, I want to bring attention to the real history of this graveyard and the battles that were waged there.

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Once the white-man has slaughtered a people, he often returns years later to honour the same by naming streets, cities or monuments after those he has destroyed, as if such tokenism can erase the atrocities of the past and absolve the villains of their deeds. The Chiricahua National Monument is one of those places; a place where the Apache peoples–erroneously lumped together under the banner Chiricahua–were massacred and their leaders forever demonized. Cochise, Geronimo and thousands more declared war on the pale-faced invaders and their practice/policy of genocide. As their reward the red-man exist forever scattered, living on reservations, divorced from themselves, their land and their ancestry. This is the real history of this land, the misery beneath the beauty, a fact we all have a responsibility to seek out, acknowledge and discuss lest we allow this hypocrisy to continue.