There Goes the Neighborhood

The only way to sympathize with this situation is by looking at it like this:
Imagine that you've lived in your home for a very long, long time. You've worked hard to build it from the ground up, providing a safe shelter for you and your family, and you've always been happy the way you are. You earned it, after all. Then, a couple guys just trample inside, claiming that you can "share" the home that is yours, but soon, you find yourself kicked out, diseased, sold into slavery, or horribly, dead.
That is what has happened to most Native Americans who used to live in America before they were literally run out of their homes. Sure, it's not like the Native Americans were all good: there must've been a couple bad people, because not every single person in the world has a good heart. Yet, most of the Native Americans only tried to help the settlers into their new ways of life, and what did they get in return? Influenza. And you, who may be reading this and not believe a person of your own race could do something like this, could think of a weak excuse to pardon yourself and your ethnicity. "Oh, well, the Native Americans were too nice." So what are they supposed to be? Too mean?
We ask ourselves, how could this even happen? Is this real, what Europeans did? The answer is a big YES that stares us in the face, but yet we don't see it. We go on to celebrate Columbus Day, a holiday honoring a man who wasn't even the first guy to find America (It was Amerigo Vespucci, by the way), and who also sold young girls into prostitution and forced men to work in gold mines until their hands literally fell off. And there's Thanksgiving, which is when all the Indians and Pilgrims sat down together and ate a huge meal! Oh yay! But wait, who was shooting the Indians a couple years later?