There Goes the Neighborhood

Written in the perspective of a Native American:

This is the third time a group of our tribe have almost been murdered by white men without doing anything to them at all. When they had first come, they were not as evil. They came to shore on giant wooden structures that floated across the water. Both of us were intrigued by the other, but as we looked in awe, I could see they had a different reaction in their eyes. They were generous by exchanging our possessions and food for their almost heaven-like pieces that were smooth and glossy. How unwise and reckless were we to allow them to get so close and for us to be so comfortable with them. They kept trying to ask us if we had a king, a ruler, a religious leader, anyone of high prestige or wealth. We knew not of what they meant other than our chief, but he did not live in luxuriance. They began to turn on us slowly but steadily. They became obsessed with a shiny yellow rock and sparkling crystals. We did not know what to tell them other than we did not have them. They thought we were telling them lies in order to keep it for ourselves and made us their enemy. We were no strangers to battle, nut we were at a clear disadvantage. It is as if their gods are with them, for they had tubes that spewed fire that could pierce through a man. We were forced to move back for the time being, as they had settled onto the shore by their ship and put up walls to protect them from our warriors. Some of our more brute fighters thought they could kill the settlers off with just a band of our people and our simple bows and arrows. They were sorely mistaken as already three times they have come back with at least two of our men dead and one of theirs. Our chief and people grow more angry as they are destroying our trees and burning many plants leaving barren land for them to build and live on. There has been instances were women were raped. Men killed without reason. We are preparing for war and I do believe that we will now have an advantage. These are our woods and we know them well, unlike the white men who are fearful of the unknown. From others accounts the fire cannot reach them well from far or covered by nature, which is an advantage for our bows-men. We have unity and strategy; hopefully this will be enough to scare away the white men back to wherever they came from.