Yeah, I’ve ranted about this before. I think it bears repeating.
What is Thanksgiving for? Really?
If it’s supposed to celebrate national identity, we’ve already got a zillion holidays for that, Veteran’s Day and Independence Day for starts–and some that some of you out there wouldn’t consider as days of national pride like MLK Day and Labor Day.
Is it really for gratitude?
Well, this I could understand for the Puritans but, it wasn’t God that saved them. There was no divine providence that saved them from the fate of the Roanoke Colony–starvation, exposure and death. It was the Native Americans who saved them. It was the Native Americans who taught them what local foods were safe to eat and taught them farming techniques that would work in this strange land. If anything Thanksgiving should be a day of gratitude towards the nations of Native America, not God. Yes, thanks to the natives for providing a modicum of challenge and danger. (Thank you William S. Burroughs!) On the other hand, from the native prospective, Thanksgiving might be a really depressing day, marking the beginning of the end.
Is it really a religious holiday? Is it a religious holiday of gratitude towards the sky demons for not killing us once again in the onset of winter? No religion is short of those. Organized religion mostly consists of holy days about stuff like that–so no shortage there.
And again, who should we be grateful to? Really? Sky demons? We should be grateful to and for each other. Grateful for the help of friends and strangers who get us through the rough spots. We try–not that well actually, we are such slackers in this regard–to keep each other warm in the endless, timeless cosmic dark. That is the only place where the gratitude should go. The rest is blind chance. Why be grateful for blind luck?
The food sucks. If only founders of this country had come from Italy, Arabia, Thailand, China or India then, I’d almost want to believe in divine providence!