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Thursday, November 25, 2004

Where did all of the Native Americans go? Huh.

Yes, it's Thanksgiving. And before any Native Americans can express their gratitude for the wonderful bounty we've brought them, just let me say in advance: you're welcome. This is one of the sickest, most deluded holidays in the history of humankind. The story we're told in grade-school is that the Pilgrims came over and shared a warm, friendly meal with the Natives. Teachers tend to leave out the part where we intentionally gave them blankets infected with small pox. And can you imagine the Pilgrims reaction when they first saw the Indians? They wrote about them as being savages, animals, why the fuck do we allow the schools to spread the BS about a meal where both sides participated and brought food? In the back of our minds, we all know that this is a lie, a fabrication designed to make us feel better about ourselves. Yet here we are, it's Novermber 25th, and rather than pause to think about the nature of hate and violence, we're going to stuff ourselves like the pack of bovine monsters we are.

Hold on, isn't that a bit much? "Bovine monsters", a little over the top maybe? Hmmm...not only did we commit a genocide against the native population and seize the land for ourselves, but we actually have a holiday CELEBRATING THE START OF THAT GENOCIDE. Only we don't have the balls to celebrate it openly, to acknowledge that the story of the holiday is a self-serving lie. Thanksgiving is a way for us to sort of slide our history under the rug, it's our way of collectively smiling and embracing a collective amnesia. When I say monsters, I am referring to the fact that we, as a country, are incapable of recognizing our flaws, our mistakes. In-itself, that's not such a bad thing, it's human nature. But in this country we take our mistakes and celebrate them. Institutionalize them, teaching each new generation that Thanksgiving is a time of sharing, of giving thanks. This, my friends, is a cultural illness.
Think about this: what if the Germans had a Jewish Holocaust Thanksgiving? If they told the little boys and little girls of their country that during WWII, the benevolent Nazis held hands with their Jewish brothers, broke bread with them, and shared a meal of laughter and fellowship?
"That's totally unfair, the Jewish Holocaust was a different situation."
Well, you're right, it was a little different....there were consequences for the Nazis.
Thanks.

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