There are no pithy titles for this: the aftermath of the Sand Creek Massacre.
https://www.americanindianmagazine.org/story/art-and-healing-sand-creek-massacre-150-years-later It's really all about healing, isn't it? The question for me, becomes Dear Reader, how does one grow from, or put such a past into a healthy perspective for future generations? Sh*t, is that even possible? Well, if any people have accomplished catharsis, I believe it may be the modern Native American. The modern Native people remember death and life in pictures and words: Sand Creek Cottonwoods At first the shade of the gnarled cottonwoods lining the dry creek bed is a relief. Sun blazes in the cloudless azure sky. At first the rustle of the cottonwood leaves in the near-constant wind is a susurrus. Leaf-babble in the wide silent plains. But suddenly the age of the gnarled cottonwoods and the dates on the battleground marker sink in. These trees witnessed the Sand Creek Massacre. And now the rustle of the cottonwood leaves repeats the names of slaughtered elders...