A tomahawk is a type of single-handed axe used by the many Indigenous peoples and nations of North America. It traditionally resembles a hatchet with a straight shaft. In pre-colonial times the head was made of stone, bone, or antler, and European settlers later introduced heads of iron and steel. The term came into the English language in the 17th century as an adaptation of the Powhatan (Virginian Algonquian) word.
Tomahawks were general-purpose tools used by Native Americans and later the European colonials with whom they traded, and often employed as a hand-to-hand weapon
Etymology
The name comes from Powhatan tamahaac, derived from the Proto-Algonquian root *temah- 'to cut off by tool'. Algonquian cognates include Lenape təmahikan, Malecite-Passamaquoddy tomhikon, and Abenaki demahigan, all of which mean 'axe'
History
The Algonquian people created the tomahawk. Before Europeans came to the continent, Native Americans would use stones, sharpened by a process of knapping and pecking, attached to wooden handles, secured with strips of rawhide. The tomahawk quickly spread from the Algonquian culture to the tribes of the South and the Great Plains.
Native Americans created a tomahawk’s poll, the side opposite the blade, which consisted of a hammer, spike or pipe. These became known as pipe tomahawks, which consisted of a bowl on the poll and a hollowed out shaft.
General Purpose Tool
Many Native Americans used tomahawks as general-purpose tools. Because they were small and light, they could be used with one hand. This made them ideal for such activities as hunting, chopping, and cutting. Both the Navajo and Cherokee peoples used them in this way. The development of metal-bladed tomahawks expanded their use even more. Most Native Americans had their own individual tomahawks, which they decorated to suit their personal taste. As Native American artwork shows, many of these were decorated with eagle feathers, which represented acts of bravery.
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I feel myself getting more misanthropic by the minute. The compassion I have for my fellow man erodes and only rage and envy remains as my situation gets worse and worse wrt to work and neurodivergence. I feel as if nobody can help me, not my partner, not some therapist, not the union at work and especially not some manager or HR person. I am just not built for this world, I doubt I would be able to thrive under socialism either, I am way too broken for this shit. I just want to get laid off and do drugs all day while rotting away, I am so fucking tired. Even if I get an autism assessment I doubt that I will be able to get more remote days at work, those people cannot fathom how debilitating going to the office every day is for me. They actually like and welcome RTO (at least the union reps do). I can't understand them at all. They can't understand me. I am too socially exhausted to try to reach them. What is left for me except becoming another person cast away by the rest of humanity. I don't know. I am sorry for dooming like this, but I can't bother the closest people to me with this anymore, I am afraid I might turn them away.