Nowadays, not too many people know who Myles Standish was. Those of an older generation will likely remember him as the military captain who was instrumental in the survival of Plymouth Colony. However, Standish seems to have been left out of most American History classes in the last thirty or so years, garnering at best a passing nod.
In the next month, schools across the nation will put on Thanksgiving pageants. Although a bunch of happy Pilgrims wearing belt-buckles on their shoes will be there standing next to a grinning Squanto holding up an ear of corn, it is doubtful that many kids will play the part of Captain Standish. This is a shame, because without Standish the Pilgrims likely would not have survived. Also, the man knew how to send a message, loud and clear.
Standish was not a Pilgrim. He was a military officer who had served in the Eighty-Years War and agreed to be the Pilgrim’s militia captain. As the military leader of a pacifist group living among American Indians who didn’t like them, Standish had a difficult job. The Indian confederacies that surrounded Plymouth (The Wampanoag, Narragansett, andMassachusetts) were understandably concerned about the foundling colony hugging the shore-line. Although it isn’t well known nowadays, the fact is that English boats had been fishingCape Codfor decades before the Pilgrims ever showed up. The Indians of the Northeast knew full well that the strange sickness that killed an estimated nine of ten people in the area had arrived at the same time that the Europeans had. Furthermore, those Europeans sometimes kidnapped the Indians. Squanto himself spent five years as a slave inEurope—that’s why he spoke perfect English when he walked intoPlymouthfor the first time in 1621, astounding the Pilgrim on-lookers.
As for the Pilgrims, they abhorred violence of any sort. It was a quality that did not help them much, given their situation. Luckily, they had Myles Standish. Although the Pilgrims could not have known it, the surrounding Indians were not just an odd conglomeration of Savages, but rather a culture with completely different—alien—social and political arrangements from what the Pilgrims were used to back inEngland.
In Britain, for instance, people showed their disdain for your politics by knocking on your door at midnight and hauling you away to a prison cell and an eventual miserable death. The Indians of the northeast seaboard however, preferred to send a warning first. In fact, the warnings that they sent to each other were integral to keeping up the peace between the various tribes, clans, and war groups. American Indian culture consisted of an ever-changing set of social alliances that occupied a shifting geography of traditionally held territories. With all of the friction between these moving parts, conflict was inevitable. To prevent this conflict from becoming deadly, the northeast Indians developed a system of gift-giving. These gifts were important messages to the various tribes that allowed them to keep the peace. That isn’t to say that tribes didn’t occasionally drag people through the woods and do horrible things to them until they died—it’s just that they sent a greeting card first. They had to back up their talk, after-all. In all, it was a very good system of communication that allowed tribes to keep the peace: heed the warnings or suffer the consequence.
The Pilgrims received such a message, a big one. The Massachusetts tribe sent them a greeting card that basically said, “If you don’t leave, we are going to kill all of you.” For this, they used the traditional gift of a bundle of arrows tied together by a rattlesnake skin. It was delivered by a war chief accompanied by the strongest fighters. The Massachusetts knew how to send a message.
Although the majority of Englishmen there that day in 1621 would have had no clue what the gift meant, Myles Standish did. He had been too close to war for too long not to. He had survived the Siege of Ostend sixteen years before—some say the bloodiest siege in history. He knew that the Massachusettsmeant business, and he knew just how to respond. He took the bundle of arrows and snapped it in half with his knee. He then poured a handful bullets into the snake skin and handed it back to the war chief. It was about as simple, pure, and immediate as a message can be. Plymouth Colony survived.
Happy Thanksgiving.
