I don’t really care what you have to say about Thanksgiving. I know that it became a tradition in an unsavory way. I know that people want to say it’s a white privilege holiday. I know that this land is stolen. I know this land isn’t promised.
But I don’t really care. And I’m not even a Thanksgiving advocate. I literally just don’t care. I have never once thought about or celebrated this holiday because of pilgrims having a dinner. I don’t even think of pilgrims. I associate this holiday with thankfulness.
There’s a guy I know. Not a guy I like. This guy always has to have something to say. He always has to be right. He always has to have the last word. And when I tell him to stop, he refuses. He says sexist statements because he thinks it’s funny. He calls me militant. But that’s not what this is about.
This guy. This male specimen. He has spent more than half of his life in the United States. I’m pretty sure he was born here. He just spent a portion of his growing up, elsewhere.
The other day, he made a big, offensive deal about how he hates Thanksgiving and he doesn’t even know when it is. He never paid attention because “we all know what happened when that dinner was over.” To have spent all this time in America, regardless of whether you celebrate a holiday or not, something is major cannot be ignored. You’re going to know when it is. Everyday Muslim, Jewish, and Jehovah’s witness know when Christmas is. People know when Thanksgiving is. You’d have to be stupid, more than ignorant, not to.
How does he not know that you can change the meaning of a holiday? I know it doesn’t matter. And I know he’ll never care. But I needed to say something. Thanksgiving is in the name. It is always a time that I have believed to be set aside to be thankful. He believes everyday should be thankful, which is true. But that’s not the point, is it? We celebrate birthdays and anniversaries, don’t we? Shouldn’t we be showing how much these things matter on a day to day basis? How bad is it that we set aside a special day as well?
This is my first Thanksgiving away from California. This is my first Thanksgiving since losing my mother. I don’t even want this Thanksgiving. But it is a part of life. So I’ll live through it. Maybe.
Can’t we celebrate if we want? What is the point of making someone feel bad for wanting to have a little joy in their life, even if it might be manufactured propaganda?
The only one who loses, is him and the turkey.
Everybody can shut up now.