This past summer, I took my son to Plimoth Plantation. That’s what it was called when I was growing up in New England in the 1980s; it’s recently been rebranded as the Plimoth Patuxet Museum. But it is neither exactly a museum nor quite so devoted to portraying the Patuxet village of the Wampanoag Nation as its website would suggest. Over the past decade, the Plimoth Patuxet Museum has become embroiled in scandal—a fact I only began to learn about halfway through our visit. The contours of this scandal are almost as bizarre as the experience of actually visiting the place, which forces its guests to play accomplice to one of American history’s most pernicious fictions.