Problem with historical marker in Almo, Idaho

There's just one problem with a historical marker in Almo, Idaho, that memorializes 300 pioneers who were massacred by Indians in 1861, said sociologist James W. Loewen.

"It never happened at all," he said. It's a product of a period in America's history that Loewen calls the "nadir," or low point, in race relations.

Of the Idaho marker, Loewen said, "It tells us that in 1938, a bunch of white folks were so convinced that Indians were savages ... they put this up."

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