I’m always up for some party or another. The laughs, getting together and of course the free munchies and such. Thanksgiving is such a party, although, it’s Thanksgiving everyday to some extent. After a certain age, I figure you better be pretty darn thankful for just waking up – heehee.
On that day there’s a huge parade. When we were youngsters and had a little battery powered TV, we would save the juice so we could watch the annual Macy’s day parade. There is the usual football hoopla. I don’t watch much sports and so I don’t really care to sit around and yell at a TV. Also the annual Taos Pueblo Headstart Pow Wow event used to be a huge party.
Of course in between is the food. I don’t eat much turkey these days. I guess it’s not my choice of meat, although, you might say, “I am a legg man..” heehee. Oh yeah, don’t forget the insanity of BLACK FRIDAY.
This year I will be alone. I figure I will do my own spiritual protest. I will fast all day, ride my Appaloosa to the hills and contemplate life.
This is my reason why. It may not be for the faint of heart but read on if you like my gravy.
I did a bit of research on this day we call “THANKSGIVING.”
In the old, olden times in England, “thats over there.” (lip point), there was word and stories going around in the pubs of paradise, just a short little boat ride across the Atlantic, no rules, no fences, just a bunch of land for the taken; So curiosity got the best of some of them Puritans with there drab dark cloths they jumped the boats for a better land a land of freedom, they began arriving by the boat loads. There were some battles with the native inhabitants, however, they were doing what Puritans do best, doing their God given right to rule.
“…In 1637 near present day Groton, Connecticut, over 700 men, women and children of the Pequot Tribe had gathered for their annual Green Corn Festival which is our Thanksgiving celebration. In the predawn hours, the sleeping village was surrounded by English and Dutch mercenaries who ordered them to come outside. Those who came out were shot or clubbed to death while the terrified women and children who huddled inside the longhouse were burned alive. The next day the governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony declared “A Day Of Thanksgiving” because 700 unarmed men, women and children had been murdered.”
How do you like that pecan pie?
“Victory” “Justified” “Proud” they cheered for their bravery. The colonists along with their allies attacked village after village. Women and children over 14 were sold into slavery while the rest were murdered. In the name of God, blessed by their God, they loaded boats with as many as 500 slaves that regularly left the ports of New England.
Bounties were paid for Indian scalps to encourage as many deaths as possible.
Following an especially successful raid against the Pequot in what is now Stamford, Connecticut, the churches announced a second day of “Thanksgiving” to celebrate victory over the heathen savages. During the feasting, the hacked off heads of Natives were kicked through the streets like soccer balls. Even the friendly Wampanoag did not escape the madness. Their chief was beheaded, and his head impaled on a pole in Plymouth, Massachusetts — where it remained on display for 24 years.
The killings became more and more frenzied, with days of Thanksgiving feasts being held after each successful massacre. George Washington finally suggested that only one day of Thanksgiving per year be set aside instead of celebrating each and every massacre. Later Abraham Lincoln decreed Thanksgiving Day to be a legal national holiday during the Civil War — on the same day he ordered troops to march against the starving Dakota in Minnesota…” The Real Story of Thanksgiving—Susan Bates
Have we learned anything?
I mean I like the 4 P’s – party, parade, pumpkin pie just as much as the next man, however, this story doesn’t have quite the same warm-fuzzy feelings that we so have been ingrained with as the one where the Indians and Pilgrims are all sitting down together at the big feast sharing the turkey and such.
we need to learn our true history so that it wont be repeated, The sad fact is we still know our history and we’re still repeating it elsewhere across another ocean where there are no fences to hold us in and we will do our God given right.
This is why I will fast and be in the hills contemplating while most of you will be on your third helping watching the half time commercials. Join me in solidarity in your own way. Find a place where you feel a connection to the spirits and walk the land for a few hours.
Maybe this Thanksgiving when you’re gathered around the table with your loved ones to Thank God for all your blessings, you will set out a plate for those that we will never know and for those that fought for the survival of culture.
Blessings on this glorious day of Thanks-Giving.
Mirabal-man cluck cluck…