Thanksgiving or Day of Mourning?

For many Americans, Thanksgiving is a time of family get-togethers around a traditional turkey dinner, with vague recollections of Pilgrims sharing a meal with Native Americans in eastern Massachusetts nearly four centuries ago. But for the remnants of those indigenous tribes, it is a time for mourning, Gary G. Kohls writes.

By Gary G. Kohls

We Thanksgiving turkey-celebrating, morbidly obese, football-loving, shop-until-you-drop, pink-skinned American couch potatoes (“pink”, and therefore, in one way of thinking, we are not white but are actually people of color) are all beneficiaries of our guilty ancestors who were the actual perpetrators of crimes against humanity.

We are witnessing the never-ending, 500-year-long history of of ethnic cleansing, colonizing and enslavement of the aboriginal tribes that inhabited North, Central and South America before Columbus’s sex-starved sailors stumbled upon the sandy shores and immediately started raping the land and the most nubile female inhabitants.

Statue of Massasoit in Plymouth, Massachusetts. (Photo credit: kullberg)

And, what should be even more sobering, Columbus’s acts of genocide against the aboriginal peoples pre-dated, by a couple of hundred  years, very similar crimes against humanity in the murderous slave trade that victimized millions of black Africans, many of whom died, in chains, before they even arrived on the shores of this “promised land.”

In many cases the gold-hungry marauders, including the psychopathic killer-conquistadors who soon followed, were initially welcomed, tolerated and even nurtured – rather than being killed off.

Trusting the pinks to return their hospitality in the spirit of the Golden Rule, turned out to have been a huge mistake, for within decades the slaughter began, performed in the name of Christ – with the blessings of the accompanying priests whose mission was to convert the heathen under threat of death – into Christianity. Hence viewing Thanksgiving Day as really the Day of Mourning.

Most of our pink ancestors were greatly enriched by the U.S. Army’s massacres, the occupation and theft of the land of the aboriginal tribes, the exploitation of their resources, the colonization, the enslavement and the destruction of their way of life.

We pinks have been cunningly conditioned to believe way too many myths about our history. Thanks to our censored-out history books and the myths learned in Sunday School over the past few centuries, we have been led to believe the story about the “nice” Pilgrims who landed at Plymouth Rock in 1620 and gratefully put on a feast for their new friendly neighbors (who were soon to be driven off the land and annihilated by the Puritans and others who soon followed).

The disinformation process about the first Thanksgiving (and the holidays that happen every fourth Thursday of November), has been designed to absolve our European ancestor-conquerors of guilt for the cruel bloodbaths that were perpetrated by the U.S. military upon many militarily weaker groups and nations throughout history.

Popular culture has essentially re-named Thanksgiving Day (the once sacred holiday) “Turkey Day,” with no objections from anybody that I know. Similarly, there has been no significant objections [except for Veterans for Peace] to re-naming – and re-purposing – the traditional Armistice Day [Nov 11], which originally marked the day of the cease-fire that ended WWI, “the war to end all wars”, changing it to Veteran’s Day,  which now celebrates warriors and their wars.

Such historical revisionism is totally congruent with America’s counter-Christian consumer culture. Turkey Day is followed immediately by the equally anti-Christic “shop ‘til you drop Black Friday.” Enough said.

Just like the famous Oriental monkeys sculpted with their hands over eyes, ears and mouth (which symbolized, in the original Chinese, the cowardly stance of “seeing no truth, hearing no truth and therefore speaking no truth”), the reality of the First Thanksgiving has been almost totally censored out of the history books by the book writers who taught the historically illiterate (or simply unaware?).

And so the myths trudge on, with no objections, with only transitory alerts from whistle-blowers and from others who don’t have anything more to lose, such as Native Americans like Frank B. James, aka Wamsutta.

James was a member of the now nearly extinct Wampanoag Indian tribe, the tribe that first encountered the Pilgrims at Plymouth Rock. Here are excerpts from James’s un-uttered Sept. 10, 1970, speech, which was supposed to be delivered in Plymouth, Massachusetts, but instead was suppressed. (The entire speech can be read at: http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article21333.htm) First some background:

The Massachusetts Department of Commerce had asked the Wampanoag Indians to select a speaker to mark the 350th anniversary of the Pilgrims’ arrival, and the first Thanksgiving.

Three hundred fifty years after the Pilgrims began their invasion of the land of the Wampanoag, their “American” descendants planned an anniversary celebration. Still clinging to the white schoolbook myth of friendly relations between their forefathers and the Wampanoag, the anniversary planners thought it would be nice to have an Indian make an appreciative and complimentary speech at their state dinner.

Frank James was asked to speak at the celebration. He accepted. The planners, however, asked to see his speech in advance of the occasion, and it turned out that Frank James’ views — based on history rather than mythology — were not what the Pilgrims’ descendants wanted to hear. Frank James refused to deliver a speech written by a public relations person. James did not speak at the anniversary celebration. If he had spoken, this is what he would have said:

 

I speak to you as a man — a Wampanoag Man. I am a proud man, proud of my ancestry, my accomplishments won by a strict parental direction (“You must succeed – your face is a different color in this small Cape Cod community!”). I am a product of poverty and discrimination from these two social and economic diseases. I, and my brothers and sisters, have painfully overcome, and to some extent we have earned the respect of our community. We are Indians first – but we are termed “good citizens.” Sometimes we are arrogant but only because society has pressured us to be so.

It is with mixed emotion that I stand here to share my thoughts. This is a time of celebration for you – celebrating an anniversary of a beginning for the white man in America. A time of looking back, of reflection. It is with a heavy heart that I look back upon what happened to my People.

Even before the Pilgrims landed it was common practice for explorers to capture Indians, take them to Europe and sell them as slaves for 220 shillings apiece. The Pilgrims had hardly explored the shores of Cape Cod for four days before they had robbed the graves of my ancestors and stolen their corn and beans….

Massasoit, the great Sachem of the Wampanoag, knew these facts, yet he and his People welcomed and befriended the settlers of the Plymouth Plantation. Perhaps he did this because his Tribe had been depleted by an epidemic. Or his knowledge of the harsh oncoming winter was the reason for his peaceful acceptance of these acts.

This action by Massasoit was perhaps our biggest mistake. We, the Wampanoag, welcomed you, the white man, with open arms, little knowing that it was the beginning of the end; that before 50 years were to pass, the Wampanoag would no longer be a free people.

What happened in those short 50 years? What has happened in the last 300 years? History gives us facts and there were atrocities; there were broken promises – and most of these centered around land ownership. Among ourselves we understood that there were boundaries, but never before had we had to deal with fences and stone walls. But the white man had a need to prove his worth by the amount of land that he owned.

Only ten years later, when the Puritans came, they treated the Wampanoag with even less kindness in converting the souls of the so-called “savages.” Although the Puritans were harsh to members of their own society, the Indian was pressed between stone slabs and hanged as quickly as any other “witch.”

And so down through the years there is record after record of Indian lands taken and with reservations set up for him upon which to live. The Indian, having been stripped of his power, could only stand by and watch while the white man took his land and used it for his personal gain.

This the Indian could not understand; for to him, land was survival, to farm, to hunt, to be enjoyed. It was not to be abused. We see incident after incident, where the white man sought to tame the “savage” and convert him to the Christian ways of life. The early Pilgrim settlers led the Indian to believe that if he did not behave, they would dig up the ground and unleash the great epidemic again.

The white man used the Indian’s nautical skills and abilities. They let him be only a seaman — but never a captain. Time and time again, in the white man’s society, we Indians have been termed “low man on the totem pole.”

Has the Wampanoag really disappeared? There is still an aura of mystery. We know there was an epidemic that took many Indian lives – some Wampanoags moved west and joined the Cherokee and Cheyenne. They were forced to move. Some even went north to Canada! Many Wampanoag put aside their Indian heritage and accepted the white man’s way for their own survival….

History wants us to believe that the Indian was a savage, illiterate, uncivilized animal. A history that was written by an organized, disciplined people, to expose us as an unorganized and undisciplined entity. Two distinctly different cultures met. One thought they must control life; the other believed life was to be enjoyed, because nature decreed it.

Let us remember, the Indian is and was just as human as the white man. The Indian feels pain, gets hurt, and becomes defensive, has dreams, bears tragedy and failure, suffers from loneliness, needs to cry as well as laugh. He, too, is often misunderstood.

The white man in the presence of the Indian is still mystified by his uncanny ability to make him feel uncomfortable. This may be the image the white man has created of the Indian; his “savageness” has boomeranged and isn’t a mystery; it is fear….

High on a hill, overlooking the famed Plymouth Rock, stands the statue of our great Sachem, Massasoit. Massasoit has stood there many years in silence. We the descendants of this great Sachem have been a silent people. The necessity of making a living in this materialistic society of the white man caused us to be silent….

Although time has drained our culture, and our language is almost extinct, we the Wampanoags still walk the lands of Massachusetts. We may be fragmented, we may be confused. Many years have passed since we have been a people together. Our lands were invaded. We fought as hard to keep our land as you whites did to take our land away from us. We were conquered, we became the American prisoners of war in many cases, and wards of the United States Government, until only recently.

Our spirit refuses to die. Yesterday we walked the woodland paths and sandy trails. Today we must walk the macadam highways and roads. We are uniting. We are standing not in our wigwams but in your concrete tent. We stand tall and proud, and before too many moons pass we’ll right the wrongs we have allowed to happen to us.

We forfeited our country. Our lands have fallen into the hands of the aggressor. We have allowed the white man to keep us on our knees. What has happened cannot be changed, but today we must work towards a more humane America, a more Indian America, where men and nature once again are important; where the Indian values of honor, truth, and brotherhood prevail.

You the white man are celebrating an anniversary. We the Wampanoags will help you celebrate in the concept of a beginning. It was the beginning of a new life for the Pilgrims. Now, 350 years later it is a beginning of a new determination for the original American: the American Indian….

We now have 350 years of experience living amongst the white man. We can now speak his language. We can now think as a white man thinks. We can now compete with him for the top jobs. We’re being heard; we are now being listened to. The important point is that along with these necessities of everyday living, we still have the spirit, we still have the unique culture, we still have the will and, most important of all, the determination to remain as Indians. We are determined, and our presence here this evening is living testimony that this is only the beginning of the American Indian, particularly the Wampanoag, to regain the position in this country that is rightfully ours.

Though James was not allowed to give his speech in 1970, a plaque on Cole’s Hill, overlooking Plymouth Rock, reads:

“Since 1970, Native Americans have gathered at noon on Cole’s Hill in Plymouth to commemorate a National Day of Mourning on the US Thanksgiving holiday. Many Native Americans do not celebrate the arrival of the Pilgrims and other European settlers.

“To them, Thanksgiving Day is a reminder of the genocide of millions of their people, the theft of their lands, and the relentless assault on their culture. Participants in a National Day of Mourning honor Native ancestors and the struggles of Native peoples to survive today. It is a day of remembrance and spiritual connection as well as a protest of the racism and oppression which Native Americans continue to experience.”

Gary G. Kohls, MD, is a founding member of Every Church A Peace Church (www.ecapc.org) and is a member of a local non-denominational affiliate of ECAPC, the Community of the Third Way.

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14 comments on “Thanksgiving or Day of Mourning?

  1. Speak the truth, brother! I love Consortium News. Various times in my life I have wondered if a speaker or writer would speak the truth about something like this. Rarely have I been so rewarded with an informative, truthful presentation as this one. Thanks for this.

    Our world and country are in a sad state. Our ability to thrive again or even survive are in question. I am not encouraged, but at least here someone spoke the truth. Perhaps if we embrace the truth, we can change and improve instead of continuing on this path of destroying people, culture, and our environment.

  2. Wow. I jusst had an epiphany. When one remembers all the genocide, massive theft, collaboration of “the law”, the arrogant ignorance of “run-of-the-mill” citizens of AmeriKa, you come to understand.
    The terrorist/nuclear rogue state of occupied Palestine is the new U.S.A. and the Israelis are nothing more than the new land-grabbing, mass murdering European invaders.
    Geez, I guess history does repeat itself….over and over and over again. Whom among you has the right to stand in judgement of nations like Russia or Germany? We’re all victims of the international banking dynasties.

  3. In September 2012 – Four leaders of North American Indigenous peoples; former Chief Terrance Nelson, Chief Frank Brown, Chief Orvile Smoke and Chief Bernard Ominayak – travelled all the way to Iran to tell their Nation’s history to Iranian lawmakers and seek their help to expose European settlers’ brutal treatment of the Natives.

    http://rehmat1.com/2012/09/15/north-american-indian-chiefs-to-visit-iran/

  4. what a sick joke paschnshit makes when he mouths the tired occupied palestine crap.

    • Talking about Zionazi “sick joke”….

      Israel daily YNet reported on June 16, 2011 reported that a Jerusalem rabbinical court recently sentenced a wandering dog (considered an impure animal by Halacha) to death by stoning. The cruel sentence stemmed from the suspicion that the spirit of a famous secular lawyer, who insulted the court’s judges 20 years ago, had been transferred into the dog’s body.

      The judgement was probably based on Exodus 21:28: “If a bull gores a man or a woman to death, the bull must be stoned to death, and its meat must not be eaten. But the owner of the bull will not be held responsible”.

      http://rehmat1.com/2011/06/17/israeli-dog-sentenced-to-death-by-stoning/

    • Gramma Ellen on said:

      Paschn spoke the truth. Israel(the leaders) not all of the Isralites is a land grabing mass murders of the Palestine people. The Palestines & many Isralites lived together for around 1000 years as they loved oneanother for they both knew that the Prophet Abraham was their father & looked upon each as a brother or cousin & many still do.
      Many don’t like what their leaders are doing but can’t do much about them.
      The U.S. helps these land grabing murderus people most for the money.Shame on the U.S.

  5. christopher ewing on said:

    Truly absurd, unacademic rant. Number one: all of the stone age civilizations in the New World were doomed to extinction. If the Europeans hadn’t done it, the Asians would have. Number two: The “myth” of friendship between the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag is no myth. The treaty between the two groups only lasted a half century, however. You can’t complain about Hollywood always portraying Native Americans as violent enemies and then complan when their portrayed as allies (which they were). Number three: stop whining, forget the past asn live your life, Frank

    • Stone Age civilizations? We haven’t left Stone Age thinking far behind. Your comments remind me of the Flintstones.

  6. This was a very enlightening article. And Mr.James went right to the point. Therefore they were scared to death of it. Our discomfort with the American Indian feels like fear but really isn’t it guilt! We have much to feel guilty for. My husband is part Cherokee. My husband and daughter didn’t know this till he was in his 50′s. Isn’t this a shame that people had to give up there history just to survive. What a shame. And it is shame on the white man.

  7. In the summer of 71 I had the opportunity to spend the summer banding snow geese out on Cape Churchill, Manitoba Canada. Midway through the season the young birds had hatched but the adults still hadn’t moulted their old feathers and could still fly. I could have gone into Churchill with most of the team but I stayed at our camp, an old broken down hut down range from a rocket launch site. Churchill didn’t offer much other than seeing bars, drunks and social divides. In the town there was no running water. The Metis lived in shacks near the river flood plain, the Cree in not so well looked after homes way out of town, the Inuit in better looked after homes beyond that, and the wealthier at the old military base at the airport (running hot water).
    One day late in the afternoon I noticed some people far off near the Hudson Bay shore. I continued my work and then saw one person was coming down the esker towards our hut. When he saw me I could see he was Cree and he turned to go back. I ran after him calling him to see if he had wanted to camp in with us. He had. With the ATV I picked up his wife and two children (we had seen many polar bear around), and brought them back to our hut. They had been fishing and hadn’t known the hut was in use.
    I told them we had little food to offer them as an expected plane was late and our radio would receive messages but we couldn’t transmit out for some reason. We told them we were going to walk out (a long days trek to the missile launch site 15 miles out of Churchill still) if the plane didn’t arrive in two days.
    The father explained that he had to get up early to get his freighter canoe into Hudson Bay at high tide. I said that was fine with us. When we got up that morning, they had already left and there in the middle of the room was a pile of food. That episode has taught me so much about humanity, things that hard line Zionists could possibly learn.

  8. Interesting short, thanks for sharing it.

  9. All of history is filled with bad things happening. Human kind has been improving on itself all along the way. Why do these guilt peddlers get away with such articles. There is no going back. We can only go forward. So stop this gnashing of teeth already. Everyone who is alive today, lives because they have an ancestor who whacked someone else in the head. Quit you whining about the past. Quit peddling guilt to the masses. Lets be forward leaning.

  10. Todd, we talk about it because the problem still exists, and most people don’t realize it, nor have any idea of the past history. They say history repeats itself so lets all learn about elitism and bigotry.

  11. Terry Washington on said:

    When I noted on a Catholic website( i was kicked off another NOT for disagreement with Church teaching but for questioning the “Uncle Sam can do no wrong” attitude of several posters) that it might be a good idea for Americans on Turkey Day to at least observe a moment’s silence for the first Americans- whom as far back as 1967 the late Robert F.Kennedy observed was still the last American( nearly as much so as the African Americans),citing the words not just of my namesake George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and Theodore “Teddy “Roosevelt on them as “ravening wolves” “merciless Indian savages” and “I don’t think that the only good Indians are dead ones, but nine out of ten are, and I don’t think we should look too closely at the tenth- the most vicious cowboy has more moral fibre than the noblest Indian!”( TR is parahprasing General Philip Sheridan- “The only good Injun is a dead one”- although he claimsed that he was misquoted- “Theonly good Injuns I ever sawe were dead ones!”), I was widely criticized but that thank God someone refuses to accept the hype”