Not sorry, this my opinion – like it or don’t:
As a (half-bred Shawnee) Native-American, Thanksgiving as Holiday has always brought seriously conflicted sensations up from the deepest recesses of my blackened heart, without fail. I have never been able to really put a finger on why…but the older I get and the more that I recognize the bullshit “history” we are taught as “Americans” in school, the more clear it becomes to me.
I wasn’t there, obviously; I have NO clue what REALLY went down between two highly on edge and vigilant parties that supposedly bonded over a huge and plentiful turkey feast at a picnic table somewhere in the country, way back in the day – but I can say with certainty that it COULD NOT HAVE POSSIBLY BEEN THE WAY IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN DESCRIBED TO CHILDREN IN GRADE SCHOOL.
Come on, now…we’re all adults here now…
You expect me to believe that there were not tribe folk scattered thoroughly amongst the trees surrounding the picnic table to which their kinsmen/women were likely being forced to “share” a meal of their own with strangely clothed white folks that seemed to appear out of nowhere? I don’t.
You expect me to believe that the Tribes tell a story anywhere similar to the Americanized version of what was more accurately a strong-armed robbery in some sense or another? I don’t. I have thoroughly researched the OTHER SIDE of the coin on this topic; I have heard the words with my own ears – coming from people who pump the same blood as my own.
This holiday should be renamed as: “Gimme that. That’s Mine Now, Bitch.”
It’s a fabricated BULLSHIT HOLIDAY that epitomizes American Capitalization at it’s very bluest and whitest. Fuckers.