the mohawk had a name for where any of us 'd come from. they knew europe. god, they knew the russians. they'd met chinese. we were all of us german, french, or english to them. we had names, johnny england, peter french, and all the rest of the earth… but the dutch they didn't name. we all knew dutchmen. but the mohawk spit & said, no, not like you, not us. no name. whitemen. and he spat. no name. whitemen, nothing good. only death.