“We have all heard the bit about what a pity it was that Plymouth Rock didn't land on the Pilgrims instead of the other way around.
I have never found this remark very funny. It seems wistful and vindictive to me, containing, furthermore, a very bitter truth.
The inertness of that rock meant death for the Indians, enslavement for the blacks, and spiritual disaster for those homeless Europeans who now call themselves Americans and who have never been able to resolve their relationship
either to the continent they fled or to the continent they conquered.”
James Baldwin, Nothing Personal, 1964