A Lesson From the Comanche

Wise words from a not-so-noble savage.


If you have never heard of Quanah Parker, you are missing out on one of the great tales of American history. Quanah was the last chief of the Comanche, the most feared and reviled tribe on the Great Plains. In a savage land, they were known to be the most savage of all tribes. When they attacked other Indians or raided white settlements, horrendous torture savage rape were a given. Some of their tortures included violent gang rape, burying people up to their necks and cutting off their eyelids, or staking people down and wrapping them in fresh buffalo hides, which would constrict when sundried and crush their internal organs. Most victims were horribly mutilated and scalped before being killed. (Incidentally, this is why I have no sympathy for them or many other tribes, including my own, the Sioux.) They were masters of the horse; they could ride by the age of four, and by adulthood could accurately fire ten arrows from the back of a galloping horse. They were fearless in battle, and had no word for surrender in their language. And these people who looked to Quanah as their fiercest warrior.

His story is so interesting for several reasons. Firstly, his mother was a white woman. Cynthia Ann Parker was taken from her family at the age of nine by the Comanche, and became a full member of the tribe. She was so indoctrinated that she refused to return to white society given the opportunity. His father was a great warrior as well. Quanah built his reputation for bravery and brilliant tactics honestly, and hunted white people with ruthless efficiency and burning hate.

Until the U.S. Cavalry whipped his ass a few times. As it became clear that the Comanche were doomed, Quanah became the strongest advocate for settling on reservations. When they did, he immediately set to work making his way in the white man’s world. Though he died poor, he had a town and a railroad named after him, had a huge house by the standards of the time, and had a slew of children from his eight wives.

I bring him up because of a story that struck me as relevant. He had a white dinner guest one night (he entertained often), and told the guest that white men had taken the land and pushed the Comanche out. The white man asked how this was possible. Quanah told him to go outside and he would show him. He told his friend to sit on a cottonwood log. Quanah sat down next to him.

“Move over,” he instructed. His friend did.

“Move over,” he said again. Again, his friend complied.

Quanah scooted over next to him again. “Move over.”

After a few more times of scooting over and ordering his friend to move to accommodate him, his friend fell off the log.

“That’s how,” Quanah said.

This is what has been happening to our country for years, and it’s what the Left is trying to do to the Donald right now.

Don’t fall off the log.

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