There’s a bluebird sitting on a branch… I guess I’ll take my pistol. Here’s how to do it. First you take their land. Then you take their stories. Then you take their language. Then you take their children. Then you take their hope. Then, when they’ve pretty much bottomed out, you buy them off with shabby promises of economic development, stories so flimsy that any normal person would be ashamed to have to play along. Congratulations — you are now a valuable partner in the cultural revival of a proud people. Give yourself a hug.