November 20th, 1859.
Oh, confederation. Man! Feels bad to be dead at the time of the Confederation. I died a long time ago in the year of ummm…. oh! 1813. The month of October of 1813 to be exact. I was killed by those filthy white american that killed my father, took my tribe’s land, and destroyed my confederacy. Whatever, that was a long time ago… Now you can read about my ghost through @Tecumseh1010.
Properly introducing myself to all of you, I am Tecumseh, a Native American leader of the Shawnee. I was born and raised up in Ohio country, so called the Ohio valley. I heard the despairing news of my father’s death at the age of 6. DO YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL? Of course you don’t and you can’t. I was only 6 at that time when my father was killed during the Battle of Point Pleasure during Lord Dunmore’s war. All I wanted to do at since that moment was to become a warrior like my father and to be “a fire spreading over the hill and valley, consuming the race of dark souls”.
From 1779 to 1782, my family had to move four time because every village we went to would be attacked and destroyed by the American force. In 1789, I decided to become a warrior and fight along with my brother, Chiksika. In the beginning, everything went fine. We lead a group of 12 Shawnee warriors raiding American settlements but unfortunately my brother was killed during one of the raids. It wasn’t worth it. My brother’s life worth more than just a few raids and small victories. I went back to Ohio in 1790 and took part in several battles, including that of the 1794 Fallen Timbers. We were defeated by the Americans and had to sign the Treaty of Greenville. Well, F that. I didn’t want to give away more land in our Northwest territories for just $20,000 in goods. In fact, nothing is more valuable than these lands that we call home.
In the 1800, I moved to Greenville where my other brother, Tenskwatawa, who was once an alcoholic and now became a spiritual leader of many tribes. Over the course of years, he had gain popularity among the First Nation people in the area. He was known as “The Shawnee Prophet”. While my brother was gaining followers, I began to recruit the tribes around the area to prevent the Americans from expanding into our lands. Some tribes allied with me while the others rejected. I was disappointed when Little Turtle, one of the greatest First Nation military leaders, refused to join. I should have guessed because he signed the Treaty of Greenville.
Late on the the 1800s, more land were acquired by American through treaties. That was when I decided to meet William Henry Harrison, the governor of Indiana territory. I insisted that the Fort Wayne treaty was illegal and warned that Americans should not attempt to settle on the lands sold in the treaty. I said to Harrison, “No tribe has the right to sell [land], even to each other, much less to strangers … Sell a country!? Why not sell the air, the great sea, as well as the earth? Didn’t the Great Spirit make them all for the use of his children?” And, “the only way to stop this evil [loss of land] is for the red man to unite in claiming a common and equal right in the land, as it was first, and should be now, for it was never divided.”
In 1811, I met with him again to demand the rescission of land purchase treaties the US had forced on the Shawnee and other tribes. Harrison refused. Later that year, we met for one more time over the issue of the death of one of his settler in the frontier. I told him, “The Shawnee and our Native American brothers wanted to remain at peace with the United States but these differences had to be resolved.” At that moment, we both knew a war was unavoidable.
The War of 1812, or so called the Tecumseh’s War (named after me), followed right after, but that will be the story for another time. I will explain how I became a hero in Canada, and American. Stay tuned. I will be watching every single one of you that are involved in Confederation, however, none of you will see me. Instead, I will leave some messages on my twitter page. Follow me at @Tecumseh1010.