Pilgrims: We have come to ravish your country of and natural resources, destroy your culture, infect you with disease, and the few that survive, well, we'll give land that vultures won't even poop on. Sound good?
Native Americans: kjdsfv kljdnfjsh kjcnvkljsn (translated: hello white men, we have no idea what you are saying.)
Pilgrims: Alright, I'm going to take that as a "do what you want! Your skin color must mean that you know what is better for me my people!" and let me tell you, I agree. Now lets eat!
Turkey: Gobble! Gobble! (translated: please don't eat me!)
Pilgrims: Let's eat that turkey!
And that folks is the birth of Thanksgiving. A day of football, beer, turkey, stuffing, gravy, more gravy, corn, and oh yeah, and being thankful for your family.
But what happens when you don't spend this day with your family? Well, it's different.
I lost my wallet the day before Thanksgiving eve. I had no money, no license, and most importantly, no lucky 2 dollar bill. I was distraught to say the least. I haven't seen my family in months and now this could become even longer tenure. And it did. I was stuck in Philadelphia.
It was then I reluctantly called my girlfriend and coaxed her to give me a ride back to New Jersey so I could attend my cousin's wedding. There was one catch: I had to spend the holiday with her family.
Now, I am not one who fears meeting new people. In fact, it is one of my strengths. I for some reason have the ability to meet someone, learn their name, and make some sort of personable impression like, "hey he's a nice guy," or the opposite, "that kid thinks he's some sort of rock star." Besides the fact that I will be a rock star I like to believe that often most people like me. I wasn't worried about her family liking me. That was a task. A task I knew I could accomplish. And I did.
As I left the house, my stomach full, I had a sense for Thanksgiving that I never had before. My holiday wasn't much different than theirs. It was really similar. Except at this one I didn't have to play guitar for my relatives, who pretend to listen while they stuff their faces with cheesecake. Oh they are so supportive.
Anyway, the natives were tricked and killed and as a result, we celebrate. Oh America, we love our history. Only most Americans don't know anything.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment