Creek

The Creek are a Native American tribe native to the southeastern United States.

Most of the Creek were removed to the Indian Territory, but a few remained in Alabama and live near the Poarch Creek Reservation in Atmore, Alabama, northeast of Mobile. The reservation includes a bingo hall, and holds an annual pow wow on Thanksgiving.

On February 12, 1825 the Creeks had been forced to cede the last of their lands in Georgia to the United States government in the Treaty of Indian Springs. The chief who signed the agreement, Chief McIntosh[?], was a cousin of Georgia governor George Troup[?], who saw the Creek as a threat to white expansion in the region. He had been elected for the Democratic party on a platform of Indian removal. Chief McIntosh was only part Creek and had no mandate to sign the treaty from the rest of the tribe and was soon assassinated. Nevertheless, Troup, began to forcibly remove the Indians. At first President John Quincy Adams attempted to intervene with federal troops, but Troup called out the militia and Adams, fearful of a civil war, conceded. As he explained to his intimates, "The Indians are not worth going to war over."

External Links

• http://www.poarchcreekindians.org/tribal_history.htm
• http://www.loc.gov/bicentennial/propage/AL/al_s_sessions1.html

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