My eighth great grandfather, Robert Adams, survived a massacre by the Powhatan Indians, which they inflicted on the settlement of Jamestown, Virginia, in 1622. One-third of the settlers died that day at the hands of the natives they had befriended.
It was a pre-planned terrorist type of an attack, as they were already welcomed into the homes of the immigrants so they were completely unaware of the danger until their newfound friends turned on them. Robert lost his home and all of his possessions, as the surprise attack left many of the structures in ashes.
He was never awarded any reparations or compensation for his losses. Fortunately, he later married and had a son who sired an enormous progeny of seemingly endless numbers of offspring.
We have all been wronged by somebody and our ancestors even more so. At some point we just need to be thankful for being alive and move forward and just let the past go.
John C. Meiller