I read a poem by GK Chesterton recently, which he wrote about a century ago. It was a heroic poem about British resistance to a Danish invasion over a millennium earlier. In it, he described Ireland as a “land of broken heads and broken hearts”. A very apt description. That inspired me to come up with this term for the situation native Americans find themselves in: conquered more by treaty than by warfare, treaties which for a very long time were not taken seriously by the USA, giving up their land and their ancient way of life, and so heart broken by being cheated and also by being separated from what mattered most to them, home. Now they are strangers in their ancestral lands. Who wouldn’t be heartbroken at this?
Previously un-Google-able. Google “land of broken treaties and broken hearts”