Thanksgiving

Growing up I learned about thanksgiving, and how the Native Americans saved the early colonists by showing them how to grow food, and utilize the local edibles. Had they not shown compassion, who knows what kind of alternate reality would have come about. 

The colonists proceeded to betray and destroy Native Americans. Whose culture, lands, religious beliefs, language and legacy were subjected to the self-righteous persecution of the White Man. 

And here we find ourselves today, reaping the fruit of the seeds that were sown. Our earth is overheating, and our inter-cultural relations are tainted by strife. 

Native Americans understood the delicate balance of Earth’s ecosystems, and they understood their role in stewarding that balance. Had an alternative timeline been allowed to exist, I can easily see how Native America might have fostered a healthy relationship with the planet, and not allowed unbridled capitalism to blind us to the damage our chemical and combustion pollution causes. 

Thanksgiving is a national celebration, where we gather with family, eat, and be merry. What a sham. It’s a hallmark contraption designed to distract us from the horrors our ancestors inflicted on undeserving people. While White America gluts itself and slips into a food induced coma, Native America mourns the tragedy that is the truer history of Thanksgiving.