“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.
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
either to the continent they fled or to the continent they conquered.”
Baldwin, Nothing Personal, 1964