Outlining My Hand to Make a Turkey

Ebola, Wars on Christmases (and also the Middle East!), Cold War rumblings, Bill Cosby, and the usual suspects (starvation, genocide, land-grabs). With Thanksgiving right around the corner, what is there to be thankful for on a large scale? That we still exist, even though it seems like our anger reaches deep depths and great heights? I mean, the tradition in itself might be forged through massacre—or the Puritans had this tradition long before they came over and swept the Natives under a greatly plain rug, bound by a bible belt—whichever the case, it was a prelude to a long, arduous campaign that ended up making the “settlers” look pretty ego maniacal, entitled, and this year’s golden goose word: ~privileged~.

So here we are, some 350 years later, still going back and forth about whether or not it’s ok to celebrate togetherness when it was made through terrible atrocities. Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but most things we celebrate as Americans and humans, came from some awful historical truth. Pretty much any religious holiday bathes in blood, as well as national holidays. The same folk who condemn Thanksgiving are swallowing tofu hotdogs come the 4th of July. Why? Because they’ve molded it to be something fitting for them. Modern Puritans ignore the whole Native problem and make it a tribal day; get together with the family and celebrate whatever-the-hell. It’s a tradition of togetherness—except for some traditions, depending who you talk to. Some are badder than others, all are great, there are merits and grievances with all, everything is terrible—pills pills pills.

I wrestle with Thanksgiving myself. Eating food is awesome; celebrating over a potential mass grave ain’t so great. I’m all about living a life where I’m not stepping on toes, but the truth of the matter is the world changes, and when it does (constantly), truth changes with it (constantly). It becomes a garbled mess, a truth composed of legend, hearsay, whispers, some truth, some lies, perception, continuity, and endgames. Truth becomes so horrifically difficult to prescribe to one article in time that really, it can boil down to whatever you want it to mean. For every article about something awful, there’s an equal article debunking it, using the same logic as the article preceding it. And then there’s one debunking that one, and so on and so forth. It’s a team game, and pushing out the propaganda (light and dark alike) becomes more important than the actual embodiment of truth, grabbing that golden nugget and shouting “FOUND IT!” first, before shutting the book on that precise time. It’s just being changed again, before it will be changed again. Add “War on Truth” to the first sentence of this post; everybody’s involved, and shit is like clockwork.

Overthink anything and you’ll be met with confusion so profound you’ll probably throw the whole thing away, or you fashion a be-u-t-ful tinfoil hat and strut your shit in the most condescending way you can, eyes closed while talking and all. I hear people throw bunk information all day, echoing some farcical interpretation of the world into time, perhaps changing a mind and furthering a cause. Subversively sneaky—I’m on board. But I’m also on board with truth, I like it. And the truth is (yes Virginia, truth does exist!) the past can’t be changed. Our generation is working hard to counter what had been done to truth—or trying to continue what has been done, into generations to come (again, team games). Texas just changed history books, whitewashing it of certain truths to promote a nationalist propaganda piece for the next era of youths. Ferguson paints a different U.S. history picture. So will the question of a massacre soaked Thanksgiving even enter youthful minds? Will the thought that the U.S. does some pretty unsavory things across the globe hit them? Will it be allowed to? Did a massacre occur on that date (probably not, but there were multiple Thanksgivings, or harvests, a year so it’s probable something happened on one of those occasions) Maybe this year, if we can gain anything from the apparent carnage and suffering done unto people and truth, it’s that we can still think about it. With thought, you get some words out of the deal. When you speak some words, you might put a few of them into action—and create change to truth again. Represent truth, yours, and be thankful that you can still abuse the shit out of it—and those who perished for it.

Now go eat turkey next Thursday and forget all of this rambling.



Author: antbrov

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