For a large part of my childhood I was raised in Washington State and had invaluable contact with Native American communities (feels weird to say “contact” as if they are aliens!). These experiences had a profound affect on me in regard to race, sexuality, gender and especially religion – the demons of Jim Crow Christianity never snatched me up! I truly believe once being freed from such a macabre religious structure like Christianity/Islam/Judaism that people of color are able to live much more fluidly.
With “Thanksgiving” upon us everyone is screaming “Happy Thanksgiving!” with little consideration to the BASIC truths that most people know about the holiday. Usually I say " Happy Turkey Day" …. I’m sure most of you are aware Native Americans were annihilated off the planet and what that stands for in terms of Thanksgiving, but I wanted to share with you the full story.
It is graphic, sad and reflective … I recommend everyone to think before saying “HAPPY THANKSGIVING." I’m about to have an Oprah-esque moment … I believe words are extremely powerful, especially words that a nation uses like THANKSGIVING. It’s paramount for people (especially black folks who have all the rage when all 50 states do not honor Dr. King’s birthday as a holiday) to be cognitive of what they give life to through words. Although I know this ain’t gonna get 50 posts like my celeb pic entries – I know we like it trashy!!!) …
A harvest feast did take place in Plymouth in 1621, probably in mid-October and the Indians who attended were not even invited. It later became known as "Thanksgiving" but the Pilgrims never called it that. The pilgrim crop had failed miserably that year, but the agricultural expertise of the Pilgrims' Indian friend Squanto had produced 20 acres of corn without which the Pilgrims would have surely perished. The Pilgrims invited Massasoit, and it was he who then invited 90 or more of his Indian brothers and sisters to the affair to the chagrin of the indignant Europeans. No turkey, cranberry sauce or pumpkin pie was served, no prayers were offered and the Indians were not invited back.
The Pilgrims did, however, consume a good deal of home brew. In fact, each Pilgrim drank at least a half gallon of ale a day which they preferred even to water. Contrary to popular mythology, the Pilgrims were no friends to the majority of local Indians. Just days before this alleged Thanksgiving communion, a company of Pilgrims led by Myles Standish actively sought the head of a local chief. They deliberately caused a rivalry between two friendly Indians, putting one against the other in an attempt to obtain "better intelligence and make them both more diligent." An 11-foot-high wall was erected around the entire settlement for the purpose of keeping the Indians out.
Standish eventually got his bloody prize. He beheaded an Indian brave named Wituwamat and brought the head to Plymouth where it was displayed on a wooden spike for many years. Just a few years later, in about 1636, a force of colonists trapped some 700 Pequot Indian men, women, and children near the mouth of the Mystic River. English Captain John Mason attacked the Indian camp with "fire, sword, blunderbuss, and tomahawk."Only a handful escaped and few prisoners were taken, to the great delight of the Pilgrims:
To see them frying in the fire, and the streams of their blood quenching the same, and the stench was horrible; but the victory seemed a sweet sacrifice, and they gave praise thereof to God.
This event marked what was most likely the first actual Thanksgiving and the Pilgrims were pleased with the result. Any goodwill that may have existed was certainly now gone and by 1675 Massachusetts and the surrounding colonies were in a full-scale war with the great Indian chief of the Wampanoags, Metacomet. Renamed "King Philip" by the White man, Metacomet watched the steady erosion of the lifestyle and culture of his people as European laws and values engulfed them. Forced into humiliating submission by the power of a distant king, Metacomet struck out in 1675 with raids on several isolated frontier towns. The expedient use of the so-called "Praying Indians," natives converted by the colonists to "Christianity," ultimately defeated the great Indian nation, just half a century after the arrival of the European historian Douglas Edward Leach describes the bitter end:
The ruthless executions, the cruel sentences ... were all aimed at the same goal--unchallenging white supremacy in southern New England. That the program succeeded is convincingly demonstrated by the almost complete docility of the local native ever since.
When Captain Benjamin Church tracked down and assassinated Metacomet, his body was quartered and parts were "left for the wolves." The great Indian chief's hands were cut off and sent to Boston and his head went to Plymouth where it was set upon a pole on Thanksgiving Day, 1676. Metacomet's nine-year-old son was destined for execution, the Puritan reasoning being that the offspring of the devil must pay for the sins of their father. He was instead shipped to the Caribbean to serve his life in slavery.
In the midst of the Holocaust of the Red Man, Governor Dudley declared in 1704 a "General Thanksgiving"--not to celebrate the brotherhood of man---but for:
[God's] infinite Goodness to extend His Favors ... In defeating and disappointing ... the Expeditions of the Enemy [Indians] against us, And the good Success given us against them, by delivering so many of them into our hands... Just two years later one could reap a $50 reward in Massachusetts for the scalp of an Indian.
The model of the Indian reservation system in North America had its origin in Massachusetts. A series of legislative acts "for the better regulation of the Indians" established Indian settlements throughout the state. A White overseer was appointed and white Christianity was imposed. Historian George F. Weston wrote that demand was great for ropemaker John Harrison, what with "the need for rigging for all the ships and a new rope every time an Indian was hanged."