no thanksgiving…


Chief Sitting Bull

In rewriting its own history about Thanksgiving, white America tells a Disney-like fairy tale story about the English pilgrims and their struggle to survive in a new and harsh environment. The pilgrims found help from the friendly Native American tribe, the Wampanoag Indians, in 1621.

But unfortunately for Native Americans the thankfulness of European settlers was very short-lived. By 1637, Massachusetts governor John Winthrop ordered the massacre of thousands of Pequot Indian men, women and children. This event marked the start of the Native American genocide which would take a bit more than 200 years to complete, and of course to achieve its ultimate goal, which was to take the land from Native Americans and systematically plunder their resources.

The genocide, started in 1637, marks the beginning of the conquest of the entire continent until Native Americans were either exterminated for most, assimilated into white society for very few, or put in reservations to dwindle and die.

Besides, I don’t need one day to “remind” me that I need to “give” thanks…