Once upon a time, I was eating a box of Junior Mints. I was bored, and turned them over to read the ingredients only to discover that they were made with gelatin. There was a terrible moment where I wondered if, having already bought them, I could maybe finish off the box before putting away Junior Mints for good. But I'm not that asshole.
That's pretty much how I've felt about Thanksgiving for the last three years.
This is reposted from America's Debate, as it was one of the more concise articles I could find on the subject.
"There are many Thanksgivings in history, and harvest is traditionally a time of thanks. Our celebration of the dinner between Pilgrims and Indians however has some really dark roots. There were those 3 days of feast, to celebrate a treaty giving 12,000 acres of land to the Pilgrims. The indians brought the majority of the food. The rest is just plain ugly.
In 1621 the myth of thanksgiving was born. The colonists invited Massasoit, chief of the Wampanoags, to their first feast as a follow up to their recent land deal. Massasoit in turn invited 90 of his men, much to the chagrin of the colonists. Two years later the English invited a number of tribes to a feast "symbolizing eternal friendship." The English offered food and drink, and two hundred Indians dropped dead from unknown poison.
The first day of thanksgiving took place in 1637 amidst the war against the Pequots. 700 men, women, and children of the Pequot tribe were gathered for their annual green corn dance on what is now Groton, Connecticut. Dutch and English mercenaries surrounded the camp and proceeded to shoot, stab, butcher and burn alive all 700 people. The next day the Massachusetts Bay Colony held a feast in celebration and the governor declared "a day of thanksgiving." In the ensuing madness of the Indian extermination, natives were scalped, burned, mutilated and sold into slavery, and a feast was held in celebration every time a successful massacre took place. The killing frenzy got so bad that even the Churches of Manhattan announced a day of "thanksgiving" to celebrate victory over the "heathen savages," and many celebrated by kicking the severed heads of Pequot people through the streets like soccer balls."
The Native Americans invited to that first feast were Wampanoag. I suspect it also says something that Wampanoag leaders have had a large part in the movement to substitute a different holiday for Thanksgiving- a National Day of Mourning.
And if anyone wants to play "let bygones be bygones", we can talk about Fallujah instead.
That's pretty much how I've felt about Thanksgiving for the last three years.
This is reposted from America's Debate, as it was one of the more concise articles I could find on the subject.
"There are many Thanksgivings in history, and harvest is traditionally a time of thanks. Our celebration of the dinner between Pilgrims and Indians however has some really dark roots. There were those 3 days of feast, to celebrate a treaty giving 12,000 acres of land to the Pilgrims. The indians brought the majority of the food. The rest is just plain ugly.
In 1621 the myth of thanksgiving was born. The colonists invited Massasoit, chief of the Wampanoags, to their first feast as a follow up to their recent land deal. Massasoit in turn invited 90 of his men, much to the chagrin of the colonists. Two years later the English invited a number of tribes to a feast "symbolizing eternal friendship." The English offered food and drink, and two hundred Indians dropped dead from unknown poison.
The first day of thanksgiving took place in 1637 amidst the war against the Pequots. 700 men, women, and children of the Pequot tribe were gathered for their annual green corn dance on what is now Groton, Connecticut. Dutch and English mercenaries surrounded the camp and proceeded to shoot, stab, butcher and burn alive all 700 people. The next day the Massachusetts Bay Colony held a feast in celebration and the governor declared "a day of thanksgiving." In the ensuing madness of the Indian extermination, natives were scalped, burned, mutilated and sold into slavery, and a feast was held in celebration every time a successful massacre took place. The killing frenzy got so bad that even the Churches of Manhattan announced a day of "thanksgiving" to celebrate victory over the "heathen savages," and many celebrated by kicking the severed heads of Pequot people through the streets like soccer balls."
The Native Americans invited to that first feast were Wampanoag. I suspect it also says something that Wampanoag leaders have had a large part in the movement to substitute a different holiday for Thanksgiving- a National Day of Mourning.
And if anyone wants to play "let bygones be bygones", we can talk about Fallujah instead.
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Yeah we don't celebrate thanksgiving...for obvious reasons..
its all very sad and disgusting and being that toby and i are...yeah
the whole thing is just to friggin heartbreaking and terrible...
Even now people are like " Have you even seen an indian lately? Have you?" I don't think so....!!
Technically we are not considered human beings now..pity...
Anyways back to earth haha....i do hope you enjoyed your birthday...we love you dearly and hope to see you again soon....by the way what are you doing in June of next year!!
Love love love
-Anna