The time is at hand. I am going to war.
There are times in life when decisions must be made. This determination has been gnawing at me for some time and has led to a deep feeling of emptiness in my gut. There is only one way to extricate this feeling from my being. Only one way to fulfill the hunger pangs of my soul. I must go to war.
With fork and knife in hand, I will, on this very day, Thursday 11-22-2018, be attacking, turkey. Lying there, smug in its wonderful aroma, adorned in splendid golden brown armor, prodding me, nay, insisting that I cross the line of table demarcation and carve it into various balkanized sections of deliciousness. I will then devour and digest its very existence and adsorb it unto myself. It is there for my taking, it is destiny. For this I give thanks.
But, as with this time every year, I will also be going to war with myself.
The orgy of food will not relieve the gnawing of my conscience, as I know from experience, once full and slumbering into tryptophanic dream sequence, I will ponder the utter contradiction of this festive holiday upon which a false sense of superiority was heaped. The destruction of the indigenous peoples.
Promises broken, the willing genocide, the unwarranted claim of righteous destiny, apartheid, and the ultimate theft of a land rich in resources. I hang my head. I will not give thanks for this.
So I ask you, please today be mindful of the contradictory dichotomy of this holiday and the truth hidden beneath the veneer of superiority.
Note: This piece hopefully highlights the hypocrisy of this holiday that we've been taught to be thankful for, for all that was/is stolen in our name. Or as I like to think of it, a celebration of empire.
I put this video together several years ago for the folks at The Evening Blues. Although it's not about Thanksgiving specifically it does fit the theme.
Thanks for giving. Peace.