After 528 years of being “discovered,” and summarily exterminated or segregated, the aboriginal inhabitants of our continent are beginning to crawl back into life.

Take a look at the astonishing beauty of the pictures of this week’s cover story.
The remnants of the war of European colonization in America, the children of those who survived the onslaught, are back.
Their face equally proud, or naive, as they must have looked to Spanish “Conquistadores” or, in the Caribbean and the North, to the Germanic speaking Europeans.
On both halves of the continent the battle for winning over the land, and subjecting the former landlords lasted centuries, and gradually decimated the original population, to the point that Father Bartolomé de La Casas, from Spain, had to pray.
Pray so hard to convince the King in the empire’s capital, in Spain, to accept his insistent request that, instead of the Native Americans, who he said “had soul” and were “creatures of God,” the colonial powers installed in South America the use instead additional labor brought over from Africa in chains.
Slavery from Africa was officially inaugurated in the 16th Century, although it had unofficially lasted in America close to 100 years since the “discovery,” when the native population began to falter in numbers.
They were simply dying of diseases brought over from Europe, or exhaustion from intense labor, or outright massacres and wars of extermination.
In the north, we forced them into “reservations,” where they survive to this day.
They are back, wondrously.
Those from Mexico (take a look at the pictures) look simply majestic.