Indian massacre in what is now Chicago; why they said “save the last bullet for yourself”

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Fort Dearborn was built near the Chicago River in 1803 as a US Army outpost. In August of 1812, during the War of 1812, when Britain and the Indians together fought America, fort commander Captain Nathan Heald received orders from Gen. William Hull to evacuate the fort amidst fears of Indian attack.

On Aug. 15, as he led the white inhabitants from the fort, they were ambushed by 500 Potawatomi Indians.

86 of the 148 soldiers, women & children were killed. 12 of the children were butchered to death by a single Indian. The fort was burned down the following day.

 

Fort Dearborn Massacre Plaque

Fort Dearborn’s orginal location is marked with plaques. The site of the actual massacre itself is believed to be south  Prairie and 18th Streets, located at the intersection of Wacker Dr. and Michigan Ave. Here the great nationalist Elizabeth Dilling honored our white dead.

Elizabeth Dilling was a great American heroine before, during and after WWII.

She understood the jews were using Franklin Rosenfeld and his World War Jew to:

–FIRST destroy Hitler,

— THEN invent the Holocaust fraud (after the Germans were occupied, many were being hanged, and all were being starved and were terrified to speak out!) to demonize antisemitism, and

–THEN the same US government which had destroyed white Germany would gradually — starting slowly but later picking up speed — war down and destroy white America. 

The jewish and racial issues, Dilling percived, and the bashing of Jesus, were thus joined at the hip.

Everything on this page by Dilling refers to the Talmud and its cunning, vile, oblique references to Jesus (” Balaam”) and to his mother, Mary, (“the harlot” [sic]!

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My late friend, publisher Willis Carto, knew Mrs. Dilling very well.

 

….Who was Henry Dearborn? 

Wiki:

United States general and politician

Henry Dearborn, (born Feb. 23, 1751, Hampton, N.H. [U.S.]—died June 6, 1829, Roxbury, Mass., U.S.), U.S. army officer, congressman, and secretary of war for whom Ft. Dearborn—whose site is located in what is now the heart of Chicago—was named.

He abandoned the practice of medicine to fight in the American Revolution, fought at the Battle of Bunker Hill, and was captured during the failed expedition against Quebec. Subsequently exchanged, Dearborn served in the Saratoga campaign (1777), at Valley Forge (1778), and in the Battle of Monmouth. He played a prominent role in the 1779 expedition against the Iroquois Confederacy.

Dearborn’s success in raising men, supplies, and money for the New Hampshire Continentals led in 1781 to an appointment as deputy quartermaster general. He served on George Washington’s staff at Yorktown, and he returned to civilian life in 1783 after eight years of service that established him as one of the best citizen officers developed by the revolution.

On the organization of the U.S. government, Dearborn was appointed marshal for the District of Maine (1789–93). He represented Massachusetts in Congress (1793–97) and was Secretary of War under Pres. Thomas Jefferson (1801–09). As such he issued an order in 1803 “for erecting barracks and a strong stockade” at “Chikago with a view to the establishment of a Post.”
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When the War of 1812 began, Dearborn, then senior major general of the U.S. Army, attempted to invade Canada at several points. Dearborn ended his public career as U.S. minister to Portugal (1822–24).
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….See also

Massey Harbison, white frontierswoman who with her baby survived the Indians and their horrors

Tom Goodrich on Amerindian atrocities (Red Ice Radio)

Based upon the accounts of the women I studied, here is a rough rule of thumb of what you might expect were you a young white woman captured by Indians of the High Plains:

1. After witnessing the murder and mutilation of your loved ones, your clothes are ripped from your body; immediate and violent gang rape and sodomy commence by however many warriors are present, for however long they choose.

2. If you have crying children, these are often instantly killed by a sharp blow from a war club or by swinging them against rocks and dashing out their brains.

Little children are also commonly scalped.

3. With a rope around your neck you are then led back to the Indian camp in your stunned condition, naked, bruised, barefoot, and bleeding from the vagina. When you fall from exhaustion, hunger or thirst, you are whipped mercilessly to your feet with rawhide or rope.

4. Once in the village you undergo a howl of taunts from the old people; women and children ridicule you and lash you with switches. Even the hordes of dogs seem against you as they snap, snarl and bite your legs

5. You are claimed by a powerful man, perhaps a chief, and, in addition to his own sexual demands, you become his personal prostitute; you are traded among the men of the village for valuables, including horses. Just because you are owned by one man does not shield you from the rape of others.

6. Beatings and back-breaking work are piled upon you by increasingly cruel and jealous squaws. Grooves are worn into your shoulders from the straps of heavy loads; long lacerations from beatings refuse to heal and remain open wounds.

7. Abuse takes its toll and you age and gray rapidly during the months, or years, of slavery. You are filthy. You are infested with fleas and lice.

8. At night, after another day of sex-on-demand and back-breaking work, you dream of rescue . . . or death, whichever comes first; you dream of bugle notes sounding the charge as the U.S. Cavalry arrives to save you. Alas, little do you realize that should you hear those beautiful notes they will signal both your rescue and your death since Indians commonly kill their captives at the first sign of trouble.

9. If somehow you do manage to survive and are eventually rescued, you have a half-breed child in tow, you are pregnant again, you are emaciated, you are broken, you are sick, you are diseased, you look twenty years older than your actual age, you are mentally unhinged, you will never be normal again.

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……See also Catherine German’s story

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Catherine German, a white pioneer girl from Georgia witnessed her parents and siblings being murderd —  and then she was raped steadily by Wyoming Indians from 1872-75.

No surprise — the ancient white Solutreans too in North America hd been overwhelmed by numerically superior Mongoloids from Siberia in 10,000 BC, and the men and boys were tortured and then genocided.

White women were often kept alive as sex and work slaves.

Nothing changed in this Amerindian behavior, based on the LOVE OF TORTURE, for ten thousand years. The Indians, a toxic mix of  Mongols and Neanderthals, also massacred and tortured each other.

So white American women who were captured from 1620-1880 suffered the exact same fate as the white Solutrean women 100 centuries earlier.

If the media-propagated lie were true that Indians were the first inhabitants, then this graphic would make sense — suggesting whites descend from illegal immigrants living on Indian land.

…..Murders of the German Family

The Atlanta Constitution
March 26, 1875

Indian Atrocities

Surrender of the Murderers of the German Family

The Story of the Survivors

[Cheyenne (Indian Nation) Letter to N. Y.  Herald.]

This wild western country, uninhabited save by big strolling bands of Indians with,
here and there a government post, has never known a tragedy that equals that committed in Central Kansas, September 11, 1874.

General Thomas Neil is the commander of the post, and in answer to a question by the Herald correspondent as to the manner of the surrender of the Cheyennes he said:

“Stone Calf, the chief of the Cheyenne, came into the post on February 9th, saying that the tribe would surrender.  I sent out an ambulance for the two German girls, Catherine and Sophia, and on the 25th they were brought in.  They were in a terrible condition.  All the garments they wore was an old army blanket, and their face and bodies were daubed with paint.

Mr. John D. Miles, the United States Indian Agent, took them immediately to his house, where they were dressed and properly cared for.”

Catherine, the eldest, is but seventeen years old, and is a young lady of neat figure and rather handsome.  From her manner it is evident that she has been well reared and that her family was well-to-do in the world.

Sophia fared better in her trials.  She is eleven years of age, and like her sister, has dark hair ands blue eyes.

She is tall and well-developed for one of her years. Both of them were treated very horribly while with the Indians, as their present condition shows. Both were subjected to indescribable indignities and beastly outrages by nearly all the male Indians.

The family consisted of John German his wife, Lydia, and seven children, as follows:

Rebecca, 21; Stephen, 19, Johanna, 15, Catherine, 17; Sophia, 11; Julia, 7, and Nancy 5.

Five years ago they left Morgantown, Fannin County, Ga., and removed to Howell county, Mo.

In May, 1872 they removed to Merryville, Stone County, Mo., and in the following September they emigrated to Elgin Howard County, Kansas, from which place they started to Colorado and on the journey they were all, with the exception of four, murdered.  On arriving at Smoky Hill River, in the central part of Kansas only about fourteen miles from the Kansas Pacific Railroad, and within thirty miles of Fort Wallace, they were attacked by the Indians.

CATHERINE’S STORY

Catherine, in an interview with a reporter of The Herald, said:

“Just as the sun was rising, and while engaged in driving the cattle up the river bank towards the wagon, I heard shouts and yells, and running closer, saw my father fall, shot through the back by an Indian.

 I was terribly frightened, but I can never forget the spectacle that there ensued. 

My brother Stephen was a half mile away hunting up some stock,  and he had a gun with him.   As poor father fell, mother rushed toward him, only to receive a shot from another Indian who fired at her head, killing her almost instantly.  My father was not killed at once, for  he moved his arms about as he was scalped by one of the party.  They also scalped my mother. 

An old squaw picked up our axe and struck it in my father’s head, leaving it fixed in his skull. 

During the time this was going on one party rode after Stephen and shot and scalped him.

My sister, Rebecca, made a brave defense with an axe;  she knocked down one of the Indians, and would have killed him if she had not been tomahawked from behind.  While half insensible, and scarcely alive the Indians (five or six of them) despoiled her person and after that scalped her. 

They then carried her, scalped, near the wagon, tore off her clothes, piled them over her, with some other things from the wagon, and

while she was still alive set fire to the pile and burned her up.

Here the broken-hearted girl broke down and the reporter waited some time before she could proceed.

Amidst sobs and tears, and in broken utterances, she continued as follows, occasionally assisted by Sophia:

“After all were killed but we five sisters, they gathered around us to see which one should be put out of the way, as they said they could only take four along. 

One Indian, who seemed to be a chief, came up and looked at Johanna and me, suddenly drew up his gun and shot my sister’s head off. 

I was so frightened that I could not stir for a long time. 

As soon as they got everything they wanted they set the wagon on fire and killed the cattle;  then made Sophia ands I get on horses and tied us on, took our to little sisters up in front of them and started off as fast as the horses could go. 

We traveled all day, going due south.  I should judge.  One squaw tried to save 
Rebecca’s life; but the Indian she hit with the axe said he would have her scalp, and so she was shot.

 After traveling two days we crossed a railroad track.  The day after that we got over the railroad at Medicine Man, with a small party left, and were gone until late in the afternoon.  When they came up to us they had three fresh scalps and a number of articles of wearing apparel that must have belonged to a man, woman and small child; also had a lot of canned fruit and oysters.  

After keeping us riding nearly two weeks the main camp near the Staked Plains was reached. 

Stone Calf had command and when they brought us in all the tribe turned out and had a great time.

The same night they had a big scalp dance over the scalps of our family and made us all look at it. 

Two days after the main body of Indians was reached.  They took sister Julia and Nancy away from the camp and I have never seen them since. 

Sophia saw them once, about December but for only a few minutes.

All of us were one day placed on horses and after  the Indian fashion made to ride as fast as horses could go and the Indian who caught us had to take care of us for good.

 Soon after this the whole body started north to get out of the way of the [US cavalry] troops which, it was reported, were close at hand. 

Stone Calf, with Sophia, was left behind with about one hundred more, and the rest under charge of Gray Beard, Eagle Head, Heaps of Bird, and Lean Bear still kept on the north.

 In about a week, while encamped on Wolf Creek, the soldiers again made the Indians run.

I did not see them, but heard the guns.  All of this time I was on horseback, and a good deal of the time very sick, had to ride all the time and at night was often whipped and beaten because I could not carry as much wood and water as some of the squaws.  All this time I was under charge of Long Back.  At times I was nearly frozen, having nothing but a blanket to keep warm  with at night.  Sometimes there would be a foot of snow on the ground,  but they made me work just as hard  This was about December 1st. 

My feet were frozen, and the nails on my right foot all came off.  In January I met sister Sophia for a short time, and she told me we were better off to be killed.

The reporter asked Catherine if she thought they would kill her, and she answered,

“No; I always thought the soldiers would release us some time, and told Sophia not to be afraid. 

In the latter part of January I received a letter from General Neil, brought to the camp by a Kiowa scout, telling me to keep up good spirits and the soldiers would soon capture us.

 A second letter was received after this, but the Indians would not let me open it. 

They said (this section black, blotted) ????? not let me take it. ?? hands.  As soon as the letter was received I felt ever so much better.

We had little to eat. Horses and dogs were all the meat we had to eat. 

(Next 10 lines looks like ink blot unable to read)

With Stone Calf.

At last Medicine Water came to my lodge and told me I was to be given up.  I asked him to let me see Sophia, and he answered, “sister dead.”  I did not believe him, and one day Stone Calf told me she was alive and well. 

About two weeks ago I saw a four-horse wagon coming toward our camp, and as soon as it was near enough I started to run out to meet it.  The Indian would not let me, but made me go in to the tent. 

Soon Romeo came to me and spoke to me in English.  It was the first time I had heard it for months.  He said I might go with him and he would take good care of me.  I got into the ambulance, and there for the first time in two months saw Sophia. 

We at once left the Indians behind. In two days we came in sight of the soldiers’ tents where I saw General Nell, Mrs. Miles and all the rest who were so kind to me. 

I could not help crying. Mrs. Miles is as kind as a mother to us.

Did they take all the clothes away from you at the time you were captured?

Yes; and only gave me an old blanket to keep warm with.

Can you identify the Indians who made the attack on your family?

I have seen them 50 times since and can tell them all.

How many were there?

Seventeen men and two squaws.

Have you seen the squaw who hit your father with an axe?

Only once.

Was Medicine Water one of the war party?

He seemed to be the leader

Did they scalp all the family after they were killed?

All except Johanna.  She had been sick and her hair was very short.

How was Sophia treated after she left you?

From what she tells me she had a much easier time than I had. She was only whipped once or twice and did not have to carry so much wood and  water.

 Where will you go, now that you are rescued from the Indians?

I don’t know yet, she replied.  I would prefer to remain here rather than return to Georgia. If Sophia and I can get a good education here, I had rather remain here than go anywhere else. They are so good to me.

March 26, 1875

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An Ice Age map of 30,000 to 10,000 BC, showing huge areas of white for the ice. An emigration took place around 20,000 BC of the White, European Solutreans,  the true Native Americans  over from Europe to an empty North America along the ice shelf that covered the northern Atlantic Ocean for many months each year during the Glacial Maximum period. This was the worst and coldest period of the Ice Age. It was possible to hunt (SPEAR-FISH) along the ice shelf and then pull the boats up at night, flipping two together to make lean-to’s with furs over them and under them (on top of the ice), in order therein to cook, relax and sleep. The Eskimos did this lifestyle until just 100 years ago. WHITE PEOPLE originally ARE JUST PALE ESKIMOS.;-)

solutrean-atlantic-route

Genetic map of the R haplogroup (early white race), showing pre-Columbian white blood among American Indians east of the Mississippir-1-haplogroup-y-dna-world-map

Kudos from a top researcher in an email sent to me as well:

This is John de Nugent’s excellent Solutrean webpage,https://johndenugent.com/solutreanism/important-info/the-solutreans, which contains updated information on the white provenance of the ancient Americas. We were here first and John summarizes the evidence as you will find it nowhere else, and complete with excellent graphics.He has just added [see end, JdN] Chapter IV of To The American Indian; Reminiscences of a Yurok Woman by Lucy Thompson (1916) which was recently transcribed by Ed Arlt and which I sent out last week.This site is the best you will find on this subject matter that has been compiled by a white nationalist, and it has no apologies to the politically correct. It is well worth checking occasionally for updates. They don’t come any better than this.

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7 Comments

  1. Didn’t Henry Ford publish The Dearborn Independent? That questioned jewish actions. Henry Ford blamed jewish bankers for starting WW1.

    • Yes, he did indeed,

      Howeve, that was two states to the east, over in Dearborn in Michigan, a town named for the same Indian-fighting hero.

      https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dearborn,_Michigan

      Ironically, Dearborn, Michigan is now full of muslims!

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      WWI was about the jews getting Palestine, so 600,000 British lads died to defeat Germany and Turkey. Then Britain got Palestine, right after Sir Lawrence of Arabia, as a British colonel, had solemnly and sincerely promised it, on British honour, to the native Palestinians.

      For protesting the betrayal of the Palestinians, the jews then “accidented” Colonel Lawrence.

      Rather soon after Britain had been instrumental, at a cost of 400,000 MORE British lives, in destroying the jews’ biggest foe, Adolf Hitler, they then bombed the Brits out of Palestine, among other things by blowing up a huge hotel, the “King David,” killing 91 (28 Britons)

      ….and then hanging two captured British sergeants.

      https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sergeants_affair

      No British prime minister visited Israel for its first 39 years, until the bootlicking “Iron Lady,” Margaret Thatcher, flew there in 1986.
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  2. The brain-dead muppets who still believe in the Holojoke forget the jewish Stern Gang twice approached the Abwehr (German military intelligence) in Beirut in 1940 to obtain German weapons to drive the British out of Palestine, thus getting their State of Israel. The Jews sent a letter bomb to Churchill, and succeeded in killing nearly 400 British personnel.

    Our friends?

  3. Another WN told me that the Israeli-owned Bank Leumi at one time had a branch office built on the site of the Ft. Dearborn massacre. I was never able to confirm this.

  4. It’s now to be referred to as the “Battle of Ft. Dearborn”, because murdering small children was not a massacre.

    https://youtu.be/R7RTSHnguNw

    One of my “shirt-tail” relatives was an officer killed at Fort Dearborn.

    Of special interest is the Phoenician quest for UP copper.

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