We all grew up learning about Christopher Columbus as the man who “discovered America” and “opened the way to the New World.” I remember hearing that in school like it was some kind of heroic tale. We were told he was looking for a better trade route to India, but ended up in the Caribbean instead, not even realizing at first that he’d reached a completely different part of the world.
What we weren’t taught, of course, was how brutal he was to the people he encountered. Columbus and his men enslaved Indigenous Taíno people almost immediately after arriving. They forced everyone over the age of 14 to collect gold for them every few months. If they didn’t bring enough, their hands were cut off and they were left to bleed to death. This wasn’t some rare punishment—it was part of a deliberate system of terror.
Women were raped. Children were enslaved. People were hunted down with attack dogs for sport. Thousands were forced into grueling labor in mines and plantations, often dying from exhaustion, starvation, or disease. Entire villages were burned to the ground when communities resisted. Bartolomé de las Casas, a Spanish priest who witnessed these events firsthand, wrote that what Columbus and his men did was “the most atrocious and barbaric cruelty.” Within just a generation, the Taíno population of Hispaniola collapsed from hundreds of thousands (possibly over a million) to almost nothing.
This side of history was deliberately swept under the rug for centuries to protect the heroic myth. We were spoon-fed a story that erased genocide and glorified conquest. Reading about it now makes me sick to my stomach. Today I came across a piece by Tony Pentimalli about Columbus and Columbus Day that reminded me just how warped our collective memory has been. And yet, Trump wants us to honor this man. Honestly, that tells you everything you need to know.
Indigenous Peoples’ Day is the better choice. It’s time we stop glorifying atrocities and start honoring the people who suffered because of them.