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On November 29, 1864, over 150 Native Americans, mostly women, children, and elderly, were slaughtered in one of the most infamous cases of state-sponsored violence in U.S. history. Kelman examines how generations of Americans have struggled with the question of whether the nation’s crimes, as well as its achievements, should be memorialized.
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- Published on: 2013-02-11
- Released on: 2013-02-11
- Format: Kindle eBook
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Brilliant and beautifully written—a powerful meditation on the long shadows that the past continues to cast into the present. I know of no other book quite like it. (Karl Jacoby, author of Shadows at Dawn: An Apache Massacre and the Violence of History)
Kelman has the rare ability to blend the rigor of a scholar with the storytelling talent of the best novelist. With exquisite detail, he brings alive the fascinating cast of characters—historical and contemporary—that shaped the story of Sand Creek. A Misplaced Massacre is a very important book that does justice to one of the searing stories of our history and one of the most potent sites on our historic landscape. (Edward T. Linenthal, author of Sacred Ground: Americans and Their Battlefields)
Joining a historian's gift for thorough research and interpretive nuance with a journalist's flair for vivid reportage and telling interviews, Kelman tracks the ghosts of Sand Creek through the borderlands of history and memory. Anyone who cares about Colorado, the North American West, the legacies of the Civil War, and Native American peoples must read A Misplaced Massacre and meditate upon the unsettling lessons of the story it tells. (Thomas G. Andrews, author of Killing for Coal: America's Deadliest Labor War)
With wit, insight, and always with sympathy, A Misplaced Massacre chronicles the torturous drive to memorialize the horrors perpetrated at Sand Creek in 1864. This is a detective story, a page-turner, and a poignant, multidimensional exploration of history's enduring power over the present. A smart and humane book. (Brian DeLay, author of War of a Thousand Deserts: Indian Raids and the U.S.–Mexican War)
A profound and sympathetic book. Kelman artfully weaves together multiple storylines across time, including the Sand Creek Massacre, the efforts of the National Park Service to memorialize the event, and the Indian struggle to make oral history stick as a legitimate form of knowledge. I could not put it down because of the power of the storytelling—including a fantastic plot twist—as well as the clarity of the writing and the compelling nature of the lessons it offers about history, memory, and the meaning of the past. (Philip J. Deloria, author of Indians in Unexpected Places)
A Misplaced Massacre places indigenous peoples at the center of an expansive vision of the American West. More nuanced and less assured, western history remains alive and well in Kelman's sobering account of the unresolved legacies of Sand Creek. (Ned Blackhawk, author of Violence over the Land: Indians and Empires in the Early American West)
Vividly captures the controversy and pain that accompanied this reopening of a dark chapter in American history. (Kirkus Reviews 2012-11-15)
A Misplaced Massacre...recounts and analyses the ways in which generations of Americans, both white and Native American, have struggled--and as the book's subtitle intimates, still struggle--to come to terms with the meaning of the attack. It is an important book, and its most brilliant chapter, which follows the order of events at the opening ceremonies, in April 2007, of the Sand Creek Massacre National Historic Site, shows that positions taken by the various speakers on that day still echoed the differing views expressed a hundred years earlier by Chivington, Soule and Bent...Kelman provides a nuanced and virtually complete account of each of the chronological phases and of the eddying currents of opinion in the movement towards the opening of the Historic Site...The book functions as an instructive lesson in public history, and Kelman shows how the massacre positively intersects with its legacy. (Mick Gidley Times Literary Supplement 2013-05-10)
This innovative book offers a balanced assessment of the 1864 confrontation as well as a richly nuanced detective story about the use and misuse of historical events to satisfy present-day agendas. (M. L. Tate Choice 2013-07-01)
About the Author
Ari Kelman is McCabe Greer Professor of the American Civil War Era at Pennsylvania State University.
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51 of 53 people found the following review helpful.
How History Should Be Written
By tedra
Ari Kelman's new book, _A Misplaced Massacre: Struggling over the Memory of Sand Creek_, is a complicated and beautiful narrative about narrative, a series of connected and interwoven stories about history and histories. It is also a damned fine read, one that I savored slowly over several weeks (though I think reviewers are supposed to knock things out quickly) and will continue thinking about for a long time.
The book starts by recounting the story of the Sand Creek Massacre, although the massacre is not the actual subject of the book. Indeed, it becomes clear almost immediately that there is no such thing as "the" story of Sand Creek. Kelman introduces us to three characters--two perpetrators and one survivor of the massacre itself--through the primary documents, written by themselves, that describe what happened. And great characters they are. John Chivington, committed abolitionist, Union colonel, and inveterately racist Indian hater, led the attack and devoted himself to defending (and exaggerating) it in newspapers and official statements for years afterwards. Silas Soule, gold seeker, joshing mama's boy, and Captain, refused to participate in it or order his men to, and blew the whistle afterwards in letters home and to Colorado patriarch Edward Wynkoop, leading to the investigation and condemnation of Chivington's actions. George Bent, the son of a federal Indian agent and a Cheyenne woman, was a Confederate volunteer, captured by Union soldiers and released after swearing loyalty to the United States, who went to live with his mother's people in part to protect himself from anti-Confederate sentiment in Colorado; he was wounded in the massacre, but survived, was ignored by the investigation but published his story in a six-part series almost forty years later, and died with his book-length memoir yet unpublished (it finally saw print in 1968).
These men and their stories of Sand Creek could easily be the subject of the book. Sand Creek is an important part of United States history, though one that most Americans know little, if anything, about. In late November 1864, towards the end of the Civil War, Chivington led the First and Third Colorado Regiments to a site near Fort Lyon, where a group of Cheyenne and Arapaho Indians, led respectively by Black Kettle and Left Hand, had been promised protection by the U.S. Military. Chivington's troops proceeded to decimate the encamped Cheyenne and Arapaho in a massacre that not only fueled the subsequent Indian Wars throughout the American West but also demonstrated that the U.S. Civil War was both a war against slavery and, less nobly, a war of westward expansion. It freed the slaves, but it also opened the door to the near-destruction of the Plains Indians.
This is a timely story, and a profound one. But Kelman is not merely adding to our current fascination with the Civil War. He is also, and even more importantly, explaining to the educated general public how history gets made. That process is the book's true subject, and accordingly, after this first chapter, we leave the massacre itself behind and focus instead on the real meat of the book: the 20th- and 21st-century struggle over commemorating it.
Here is where I must disclose that Kelman is an internetical friend of mine. We have corresponded on and off over several years, I met him once when I gave a talk at an event he had arranged at UC Davis, and I like him very much indeed. I agreed to review his book as a friend; but secretly I was a bit worried once I found out what it was about. A story about the legal wranglings over a US National Historic Site? Dear god, I thought: this is precisely the kind of arcane, dry monograph that I thought post-academia would ensure I never had to read again.
Luckily, what I found was not what I expected. It turns out that the negotations involved in establishing the Sand Creek Massacre National Historic Site are fascinating, involving a fair bit of situational humor, a cast of compelling characters almost big enough to warrant a Russian novel-style reference list, a genuinely engaging set of theoretical and ideological problems, and real emotion. I found myself tearing up as the book's closing pages described the internment of the massacre victims' remains, even while another part of my brain was admiring the way that Kelman's epilogue resisted closure by introducing yet one more new character--Patty Limerick, "among the most renowned Western historians in the United States"--whose presence threatens to upset the apple cart when, barely a year after the site opens, she is brought in to help facilitate discussions of interpretation, a move that the Cheyenne descendants whose efforts and concerns have dominated the narrative to this point see as a "potential challenge to their cultural authority."
This question of cultural authority, of course, is central to any process of historicizing. As another late entrant to the proceedings--and hence the story--expresses it, charmingly, "I think I know what I know. But what I know is still pretty limited." This might serve as an epigraph, not only to the book itself, but to history as a field: Kelman expands, "put another way, he was reasonably confident about the question of *where*, but deeper analytical queries--*How* could such a thing have happened? *Who* should be held accountable? *What* were the massacre's lasting implications?--were still, he acknowledged, `a matter of interpretation.'"
And the bulk of the book is about interpretation, both of Sand Creek specifically and of history writ large. Kelman's methodology is his content, which makes the book fascinating both as a story and as a window into historiography. He relies heavily on interviews, which is both unusual for an academic historian and eminently appropriate to the subject. It also gives the book both dramatic thrust and a real sense of humor: again and again, some hurdle gets in the way of history, is overcome with a great deal of diplomacy and difficulty, and then some new character rises up with some new agenda that needs addressing. Two amateur historians go artefact collecting near a 1950 memorial to "the Sand Creek `Battle' or `Massacre'"--so reads the obelisk that directs the public "north eight miles, east one mile" to the actual site. Only, it turns out, maybe it isn't the actual site, since there are no artefacts to be found. The hobbyists contact the Colorado Historical Society, which begins a process of trying to determine whether the actual site of the massacre can be pinpointed, necessitating much combing through archives: history, it seems, has "lost" the massacre site.
It turns out that history--the official American version, at least--had also lost touch with the descendants of Sand Creek's victims, members of the Cheyenne and Arapaho tribes, who not only knew where the site was but had formal committees dedicated to memoralizing what had happened and visiting the site. This sets up the major, but by no means only, conflict in creating a new memorial: federal representatives, including scholars at state universities, members of the National Parks Service, and state and federal legislators decide that an extensive search and new memorial is called for. The Indian tribes on whom they call for help, however--represented primarily by Laird Cometsevah (chief of the Southern Cheyenne) and Steve Brady, head of the Northern Cheyenne Crazy Dogs society and Sand Creek Massacre Descendants Committee--are suspicious of the federal government. They are also amused by the feds having "lost" the site. Despite their suspicions, they agree to help "find" it and cooperate in establishing a National Historic Site because, as it happens, the tribes are pursuing reparations that had been promised but not fulfilled, and they hope that establishing a federally-recognized site will further that process.
Just as the reader begins to think that the fault lines here are clear, we meet William Dawson, a rancher who, in his own words, is "the son of a bitch who owns Sand Creek." He is a character who will be familiar to those who know the rural west: intelligent but anti-intellectual, absolute in his devotion to private property but anti-government. He also, despite having originally thought that calling the events at Sand Creek a "massacre" amounted to "nothing more than politically correct pandering to `Native American groups,'" has come to like and respect Cometsevah and Brady, both as individuals--who he knows through their visits to his land to honor their fallen ancestors--and because he slowly adopts their view of what happened. His personal loyalty to them, his emerging hopes of profitably selling his land to the Federal Parks Service, and his anti-federal contrarianism combine so that, as the search gets underway and the FPS representatives start to question the authenticity of the traditional site, he inserts himself into and further complicates the process.
Dawson isn't the only fly in the ointment, though. There is a map, drawn by George Bent, who was there; but it was drawn at least forty years after Sand Creek and, it turns out, agrees with a flawed U.S. Geological Survey map from the same era. A new map turns up, and it turns out to be an older one, drawn only four years after the massacre. It was drawn, however, by a second lieutenant who led an expedition to find "relics"--body parts--to take back to Washington D.C. The two maps conflict, and whether to believe the Cheyenne survivor's map, which agrees with tradition, or the "new" grave robbing map, which contradicts it, becomes a charged question. Moreover, Chuck and Sheri Bowen, "mild-mannered people" who own a ranch adjacent to William Dawson's, have done their own research and collected quite an extensive collection of battlefield artefacts found on their land, which becomes a third possible site. The NPS calls in an ethnographer, Alexa Roberts, who exercises extreme diplomacy in collecting oral histories from massacre descendants, and a battlefield archeologist, Doug Scott, who finds evidence of the massacre (on Dawson's land) but whose lack of diplomacy in celebrating his finds risks permanently alienating the Cheyenne and Arapaho who are present at the search. Scott's findings also create a rift between the Northern Arapaho, who support his findings, and the Southern Cheyenne, who remain firm in their location of Black Kettle's encampment about half a mile south.
The NPS hires Christine Whitaker to draw it all together somehow, and a book and a map, "two lavishly illustrated volumes . . . monuments to the politics of memory surrounding Sand Creek" are produced, "flexible" documents that "acknowledge" the "conflicts embedded in the nation's history." The government is ready to move forward with purchasing the land. But Dawson demands above-market pricing, which federal law forbids, locals become concerned about the effect a federal memorial will have on their own property rights and whether tourism will change the character of the county, and 9/11 happens, reshuffling federal spending priorities and reinflaming questions about whether memorializing the massacre undermines patriotism. One casino financier offers to buy the land and transfer it to the Southern Cheyenne, in exchange for extending his contract for existing casinos, while another offers to exchange existing tribal lands for a casino near Denver, mentioning that doing so could help fund the memorial, which leads everyone to worry about whether the memorial is going to be sullied or even scuttled by casino interests.
In detailing the incredible complexities of establishing the Sand Creek Massacre National Historic Site, Kelman illuminates the hetereogeneousness of history. That he does so in such a readable way nicely demonstrates to the lay reader that both the subject and the process of history can be compelling. When my 12-year-old son asked me what I was reading, I told him it was a book about establishing a national historic site. Having been dragged to his fair share of historic highway markers, his initial reaction was "ugh," but when I went on to tell him about all the different "sides" in the process, how the Indians had passed down stories of where their ancestors had been massacred but the U.S. Government had "lost" track of the site, how the man who owned the land wanted to cash in while his neighbors thought that maybe it had all happened on their property, his curiosity was piqued. We went on to have a discussion in which he learned about the Native American Graves and Repatriation Act, deepened his understanding of the Civil War by linking it to Westward Expansion and the Indian Wars, talked about the ways that different people can have different points of view, and of course learned about the massacre at Sand Creek itself. Obviously the book is not aimed at 12-year olds, nor is it written at their level; but it eschews scholarly jargon for the most part and should be accessible to the educated general reader. It is aware of itself both as a study of the making of stories and as a story on its own terms, enough so that it appeals to its audience's desire for a good yarn--remember being twelve and devouring book after book?--as well as to the more adult process of intellectual inquiry and critical acumen. _A Misplaced Massacre_ is therefore that rare thing, a sound scholarly monograph that engagingly and successfully reaches out to a general audience. It teaches us a great deal about histories public, private, and political and shows us the importance of thinking carefully and thoroughly about the meanings, making, and purpose of history.
21 of 24 people found the following review helpful.
Remembering a Terrible Event in American History
By Frank H. Sanders
Americans love to remember the Civil War: Thousands of books, articles and movies form an often romanticized memory of that conflict as far its events east of the Mississippi are concerned. But when it comes to what happened in the Far West, collective American memory grays out. Americans tend to not remember that hostilities began as vicious, terroristic fighting in Kansas well before Ft. Sumter. As the conflict became regularized east of the Mississippi, the war in the Far West evolved into gruesome guerrilla fighting that has never seemed to offer a redeeming story, and that's just as it relates to conflict between European-descended Americans in that region.
As Ari Kelman relates in "A Misplaced Massacre: Struggling Over the Memory of Sand Creek", the Civil War in the Far West degenerated into the Indian Wars, a running series of fights and massacres which took on the reality, and sometimes the stated purpose, of genocide by white Americans against the land's ancient, native inhabitants. The Indian Wars were rooted in the Civil War, an growth of Federal policies; but they continued into the post-Civil War era and their repercussions are felt to this day.
Arguably the darkest event in the Indian Wars, and possibly in all of American history, took place at the end of November 1863 when a specially raised Army militia attacked a large Indian encampment alongside Sand Creek in the southeastern Colorado Territory. Following a small-scale series of violently gripping incidents that included some killings of whites, the Indians in this particular camp had offered submission to local government authorities. There was no evidence that they had been involved in the earlier killings and they believed that they had placed themselves under governmental protection from reprisals. They were flying a white flag and an American flag, according to contemporary accounts. But the Territorial authorities dissembled about the Indians' exact legal status and exercised some legal hair-splitting so as to not exactly accept their surrender. Meanwhile, the white Territorial population and their government officials ramped into an emotionally charged frenzy about a vaguely perceived threat posed toward them by Indians. And while the people who had committed the earlier killings were hard to find (and might fight back if cornered), the peaceful Indians in the camp had known whereabouts and could be attacked at will. Somebody needed to pay; why not them, went the thinking of the time.
A veritable, and embarrassing, Who's Who of famous figures in Colorado history were involved in raising an Army militia to eliminate the "threat". In the depth of winter this militia rode to the vicinity of the Indian encampment. The unit's infamous commander, the sometime Methodist minister John Chivington, sensed that some of his officers might not be sufficiently reliable or loyal as they came to understand that he was planning cold-blooded murder; he placed his own troops under guard to prevent any of them, especially any of his officers, from raising an alert. He was correct that they weren't all going to go along with his plan.
The troopers launched their surprise attack in a frigid dawn as the camp slept. (Americans can stage Pearl Harbors, too.) Under cover of a barrage of exploding-shrapnel artillery shells fired from howitzers, Chivington's men slashed into the camp and brutally murdered every inhabitant they could find: infants, children, women and men were indiscriminately slaughtered. Undoubtedly some fought back where they could. But for the most part the surprised people, including tiny children and the elderly, had to simply run for their lives. Many took refuge by burrowing into soft sand some distance from the main encampment. The troopers isolated that zone and proceeded to blast into the defenseless refugees point-blank with their artillery. Then they finished their crime with small arms and bayonets. Altogether about 150 people and 9 troopers were killed.
One brave unit commander, today barely remembered (in contrast to the many Colorado "greats" who were complicit in the run-up to the massacre), had the presence of mind, internal moral compass, common decency and sheer nerve to pull his men out of the attack before any shots were fired that morning. Silas Soule later blew the whistle, reporting the massacre for what it was. He eventually testified in court, and three Federal investigations in 1864 found that Chivington and his troops had committed nothing more or less than cold-blooded mass murder. This in an age when whites generally didn't think it was a big deal to kill Native Americans. Colorado's Governor Evans (after whom the tallest peak in the state is named) was dismissed by President Lincoln. Chivington skated on a technicality. No-one was ever brought to account legally. And for his trouble, decency and bravery, Soule was assassinated in downtown Denver in front of his newlywed wife by some of Chivington's men shortly after he testified. There's a little, obscure plaque at the site. He was the sole, and very lonely, hero of the massacre.
I've put all of this background up front because Kelman's book really picks up the story 130 years after the massacre. The people who died at Sand Creek were never buried. The troopers heaped horrifying abuse on their dead bodies and their souls and ghosts no doubt remained unsettled. But amnesia about the event took hold in white culture and Colorado history. By the early to mid-Twentieth Century the exact location of the massacre had been lost(!) As Kelman recounts, only traditional oral Indian recollections passed to the descendants of the survivors, plus fragmentary information on a few scraps of paper, remained to remember the massacre's site. The paper information included an official Army trip log of a visit to the site, made while bones were still visible, and an annotated map made by George Bent, a survivor of the killing, made many more years after the event.
There's nothing like a well-intentioned attempt to locate and properly commemorate a crime against humanity to ignite controversy. Kelman tells the story of how, in the 1990's and 2000's, Indians and white archaeologists, geologists, historians and government officials began to try to pinpoint the site so that it could be permanently preserved and sanctified as a Federal National Historic Site (the only one with the word "massacre" in its name, although Matanzas in Florida comes close). The crux of the problem was that the proper land parcels could not be acquired by the government unless the location could be unequivocally identified. And so the search began--at least the general area was still known. The white people's geologists looked and drilled and declared that the flood plain (remember that while you're reading the book) hadn't moved since 1863 while the archaeologists found Civil War era artifact concentrations consistent with what was known of the camp and the massacre. Some local non-archaeolgist land owners also found some interesting metal pieces on their own property, which they assembled into most of a small, heavy-duty metal sphere. The archaeologists positively (and correctly) identified this as an exploded Civil War howitzer shrapnel-shell. It seemed like a lock. The white guys declared that the massacre site had been recovered. (And it's a BIG site--spreading at least a mile or two from the camp to the area where the people were killed in the sand.)
But not so fast. The George Bent survivor account quite clearly placed the camp inside a bend of the creek, a goodly distance from where the artifacts were found. As Kelman explains, this discrepancy went deeper than a disagreement over where to put an X on a map. The scientific-reductionist way of looking at things is powerful, but can be prematurely and overly dismissive of other ways of looking at the world. The difference between where the scientists said the camp was, versus where the survivors' account said it was, went to the heart of how we understand the world, how we remember our past, and who gets to own the past. And that's the crux of Kelman's book.
This was one that Native Americans needed to win, and although I'm a scientist myself, I was pulling for them as I read the book. It didn't seem reasonable to me that George Bent could have been so wrong about something so important, even though he was remembering an event from years before when he drew his maps. I had a nagging doubt that, although the artifacts were found where they were found and wasn't wrong per se, something seemed to be missing from the archaeologists' information. I wondered whether maybe, over 130-odd years, some areas had been prospected for artifacts more than others, leading to a modern distribution that wasn't the same as the distribution at the time of the massacre. (It turns out I had the right direction there about something changing over time since the massacre, but wasn't hitting the right answer.)
To the Native Americans who are descendants of the massacre victims, it looked (not without cause) like once again, the more-or-less Anglo-Saxon-descended guys were disrespectfully running roughshod over everybody else. It's called arrogance. And as Kelman relates, the Indians weren't letting the science guys get away with it this time. The book vividly recounts the way that these cultures, not just white and Native American but also scientific versus oral-traditional, groped toward a common understanding and memory of a dark, searing event. Everybody wanted more than anything to get it right. But good intentions and common goals don't always mean smooth sailing along the way.
In the end, it took a retired detective to figure out the real story. He succeeded where others failed because he went back to the basic facts and diagrammed everything with a fresh eye. And he noticed something at the massacre site that was huge and had been hiding in plain sight since Day 1 (it's right there on Kelman's map-diagrams of the area) but which everybody else, including the smarty-pants archaeologists and geologists, had totally ignored. He saw this thing and had an insight, really an epiphany, that should have hit the geologists and archaeologists in the face right off the bat, but hadn't. I won't give away the surprise conclusion, but suffice to say that in the end both sides turned out to have been right all along.
I recommend this book for anyone who wants to learn more about a very dark undercurrent in American history. I also highly recommend this book for scientists, as a cautionary tale about not being arrogantly dismissive of other ways of looking at the world. Because, as Kelman shows us, sometimes those other outlooks are right. And sometimes we miss that because we aren't humble enough about admitting that we don't know everything. It can be all too easy to get into a rush to blast through to what superficially looks like a right answer, but isn't.
10 of 11 people found the following review helpful.
Elegantly written and cogently argued
By Abbey P Kapelovitz
I was struck by how fair the writer is to a variety of different perspectives. The story of Sand Creek is painful but important for us to understand. The book combines fascinating forensic science and enthralling narrative.
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