ABSTRACT
The global community has given up on the Red Indian … He is a dying man. The “Paleface” drove the “Red brother” from his hunting grounds … but traditions will weave their golden gleam around the vanished warrior of the savanna, and the memory of the mortal sin committed against the brother will continue to live in the song of the poet. (Karl May, quoted in Rydell and Kroes 2005, 112; May 1893, 3, paraphrase)
