By Theodore Shoebat

The Muslim world aspires to destroy our civilization; within this Mohammedan society they are those who hide under shadows unseen, and speak with voices unheard of only to those who turn a deaf ear. The blind leading the blind is the spectacle of those who, acknowledging the Islamic threat, watch the unconsciously suicidal behavior of the modern who laughs at the warning of the watchman, and declares that there lies no danger from Muslims.

The foolishness of those who ignore the planned attempts of Muslims to destroy our civilization, brings one to mind of the massacre by Native Indians on the English Fort Michilimackinac in Canada, at around 1764. The Chippewa, and other Indians, had been conspiring a massacre on the fort’s inhabitants, and the one who had knowledge of it made it known to the English commandant, Major Etherington. Laurent Ducharme, on 1763, had brought knowledge to Etherington on the the coming warpath of the Chippewa; how they were conspiring on taking the commandant’s life, and the lives of his entire garrison and all of the English inhabitants who had resided in the upper country. Etherington had spurned the alert of Ducharme, declaring that the next man who would bring such news to him, would be arrested. One Alexander Henry, an Englishman and aspiring merchant, had expressed his distrust on the Indians, “that no confidence ought to be placed in them”, but Etherington simply laughed at his worry.

Shortly after, Henry had been ‘adopted’ as a ‘brother’ by a Chippewa chief named Wawatam, and had so gained that respect commonly shared by members of the same tribe. A year had passed; it was 1764 and still the great bloodbath of the Chippewa had not come to past as Ducharme had said. But, Henry had been paid with a visit on June the second by a lamenting Wawatam, who had informed his English brother on the coming warpath of the Chippewa, and had with the greatest consternation, advised him to take shelter with him in the fort of Sault de Sainte-Marie the next morning. To the disappointment of of Wawatam, Henry had rejected his Indian brother’s entreaty; and in the next morning Wawatam had persistently returned with the same report, and with the same request to leave to safety. But yet again, Henry had turned him down; the English merchant had kept to his decision, and Wawatam had melancholily acquiesced, leaving his brother behind.

The next day the Chippewa had arrived, and had made it known that they were going to compete in lacrosse against the Sauks, another tribe. The English were invited to watch the match, and so they did. The seed of worry planted by Wawatam had sprouted in the heart of Henry, who had in turn went to the commandant Etherington and had argued “that the Indians might have some sinister end in view.” Etherington had responded with a mere smile, and to such a response Henry, unable to make the deaf hear, retired to his room to compose letters. As Henry wrote, he had heard the horrid sound of the Indian war cry, immediately stepped to his window, and had witnessed his countrymen being brutally slaughtered.

The lacrosse game was meant to be a distraction for the English, and thus a strategy for the Indians to gain entry into the fort. The warpath forewarned by Ducharme and Wawatam was now a reality, and the eyes of Henry would never forget such an event. While taking shelter in a Canadian home, Henry–in his own words–

”beheld the ferocious triumphs of the barbarian conquerers. The dead were scalped and mangled, the dying were writhing and shrieking under the knife and tomahawk. From the bodies of some, ripped open, their butchers were drinking the blood, scooped up in the hallow of joined hands, and quaffed amid shouts of rage and victory.”

Etherington, the commandant who had received warning on this attack a year in advance by Ducharme, and just minutes prior to the bloodbath by Henry, was eventually captured by Chippewa, stripped of all his clothes, and kept as a prisoner.  *My source on this event is that of Alexander Henry himself, in Frederick Drimmer, Captured by Indians, Massacre at Michilimackinac, pp. 75-78, 82.*

Let this story be a reminder to the modern, that laughing to the warning of an Islamic attack on our country, will not erase the planning of terrorists, nor the savage who with his knife decapitates while hallooing his war cry to his god, Allah. In order for barbarism to inflict its sanguinary rituals beyond the gates of any civilization, the commander of its forces must laugh and smile to the cries of warnings made by its watchmen. The Ducharmes and Henrys must be mocked and ignored by an Everington.

Theodore Shoebat is the author of the book, For God or For Tyranny.