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The Myths of the Thanksgiving Story and the Lasting Damage They Imbue (smithsonianmag.com)

 

Chief Ousamequin shares a peace pipe with Plymouth Governor John Carver. California State Library

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In Thanksgiving pageants held at schools across the United States, children don headdresses colored with craft-store feathers and share tables with classmates wearing black construction paper hats. It’s a tradition that pulls on a history passed down through the generations of what happened in Plymouth: local Native Americans welcomed the courageous, pioneering pilgrims to a celebratory feast.

But, as David Silverman writes in his new book This Land Is Their Land: The Wampanoag Indians, Plymouth Colony, and the Troubled History of Thanksgiving, much of that story is a myth riddled with historical inaccuracies. Beyond that, Silverman argues that the telling and retelling of these falsehoods is deeply harmful to the Wampanoag Indians whose lives and society were forever damaged after the English arrived in Plymouth.

We spoke with Silverman, a historian at George Washington University, about his research and the argument he makes in his book.

The Myth of Thanksgiving

How did you become interested in this story?

I've had a great many conversations with Wampanoag people, in which they talk about how burdensome Thanksgiving is for them, particularly for their kids. Wampanoag adults have memories of being a kid during Thanksgiving season, sitting in school, feeling invisible and having to wade through the nonsense that teachers were shoveling their way. They felt like their people's history as they understood it was being misrepresented. They felt that not only their classes, but society in general was making light of historical trauma which weighs around their neck like a millstone. Those stories really resonated with me.

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Here’s to the many people who perceive nothing to be thankful for on Thanksgiving Day — nor any other day of the year, for that matter.

Oh pass the holiday turkey, peas

and the delicious stuffing flanked

by buttered potatoes with gravy

since I’ve said grace with plenty ease

for the good food received I’ve thanked

my Maker who’s found me worthy.

It seems that unlike the many of those

in the unlucky Third World nation

I’ve been found by God deserving

to not have to endure the awful woes

and the stomach wrenching starvation

suffered by them with no dinner serving.

Therefore hand over to me the corn

the cranberry sauce, fresh baked bread

since for my grub I’ve praised the Lord

yet I need not hear about those born

whose meal I’ve been granted instead

as they receive naught of the grand hoard.

I only knew one of the thirteen people attending the Ascutney, Vermont Thanksgiving before I got there yesterday, but was amazed by all of the eye-contact I saw during the discussions and Feast - I saw and tasted there. ... one child - only two years old, 'co hosted'.... (in spite of opthalmologic/orthodontic challenges  I am challenged by...)

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