I’ve never really been a huge fan of thanksgiving, honestly. Too many people, too much food, and not really a poultry person.
I’ve hosted exactly one thanksgiving in my adult life. The food was fine, but everything else was kind of a disaster, so after the last guest left and I finished cleaning up the kitchen, I told my husband we would never host another thanksgiving again. The lack of assistance or even appreciation for all the work and stress was simply not worth the payoff. We accepted the occasional invites elsewhere, but quickly realized … hell, we just preferred staying home. The ‘holiday’ is too icky and weird and complex to feel comfortable celebrating.
As a paid day off with family, sure. We’ll take it. As a celebration where we sit around with loved ones pretending everything is hunky-dory?
I almost think it would be easier if it was rebranded for the normal harvest festival it was originally supposed to be, instead of having all the mythical weight its accrued of this foundational peaceful meeting between two diametrically opposing cultures sitting down to break bread as friends.
But as is, with that mythical heritage weighing the holiday down, it makes it icky. Especially given the current climate, where Native American DAPL protesters and their white allies are trying to protect tribal land, natural resources, and US citizens from the poisonous overreach of major corporations and eminent domain.
Ironically, the DAPL protests–which conservatives and the GOP largely do not support–is an issue that seems to align with their anti-eminent domain stance. Libertarians (or, as I call them, pot-smoking republicans) and traditional Republicans have denounced eminent domain–the appropriation (and recompense) of private lands by the government for projects which benefit the public–for years.
Hundreds of veterans have even self-deployed to protect the protesters at DAPL against the more than 300 militarized police shooting tear gas, water cannons (in sub-zero temperatures) and foam bullets at protestors (which, by the way, they did not do to the white men armed to the teeth who attempted to steal public lands for their private use), and I suppose we can all guess at the reason for that.
Normally, I list the things I’m grateful for, so I guess …
- I’m grateful we don’t live in a racist, sexist, politically divided dystopia that has voted a capitalist petty tyrant into the highest office in the land, who is surrounding himself with white nationalists as he lays out plans to raise taxes on the working and middle class, privatize public road infrastructure, register members of religions he fears, threatening journalists and news media, and endangering the future of the planet by shutting down all climate research.
- Wait a minute …
- Oh, shit.