Thanks -- but No Thanks
Some Personal Reflections on Thanksgiving Day 2018

"Oh, Great Spirit whose voice I hear in the winds, 
and whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me, I am small and weak,  
I need your strength and wisdom." 
 -- from a prayer

by Lakota Chief Yellow Lark, 1887
(Entire Prayer)

"Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, 
it was loaned to you by your children. 
We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, 
we borrow it from our Children." 

-- Ancient Native American Proverb

The three day feast that brought together 90 Wampanoags and the 50 surviving Pilgrims at Plymouth Plantation in 1621 has become part of our nation's mythology.

Unfortunately, this idyllic tale doesn't portray the stark reality of the holocaust that ensued as European colonists descended on this continent bringing with them white supremacy,  a harshly judgmental Christianity, the European notion of private property, and an emergent capitalism.  (The pilgrims received a land patent from the London Virginia Company and financing from Company of Merchant Adventurers who sought to profit by colonizing lands overseas)

Although the set of Democratic Ideals set forth in the Preamble to the US Constitution reflect humanity's universal quest for a just society, "our forefathers" also brought forth on this continent disease, death, domination, and the destruction of a Way of Life that seemed to better understand and honor humanity's relationship to Mother Earth, to the Great Spirit, and to the Circle of All Life.

The worldview of the Indigenous People embraced Connection and Reverence.  Our forefathers brought with them, instead, the Unbridled Greed buried in the belly of Capitalism, and the myopic worldview of a Christianity that produces a separation from one another, from the natural world, and from our spiritual connection to all that is.  

Through force of arms, including germ warfare and the power of "law," the bad guys won.  Unfortunately for Mother Earth and her myriad beings, they still hold tremendous power today.

In fact, lest we forget, Thanksgiving this year falls on the anniversary of the assassination of JFK . (I blogged about the chilling reality of the political assassinations in the 1960's in Lest We Forget.)  And this year we are also faced with the stark reality that a virulent stream of white supremacist capitalist insanity is being fostered by Trumposaurus Wrecks and his crew in the White House.

Yet, it doesn't have to be that way forever.

It is true that history shows us that those with more guns and less morals have often taken power.  Yet, the opposite is also true.  In my own lifetime, Mahatma Gandhi, armed with nothing but a spinning wheel, the force of Great Loving Soul, and the Power of the People, sent the mighty British Empire packing.   Martin Luther King and legions of non-violent activists toppled the framework of legal racial segregation that existed here in the "land of the free."

So....? 
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Thanks -- but, no thanks.

The Sitting Bull you don't read about in your history books

It's true that I feel a deep gratitude  for family and friends, and for the great material richness that I experience even as poor pensioner living well below the poverty line.  

It's true that I feel a deep gratitude for being alive at age 72, an old hippie who'd been zapped by the One Love during that collective kensho of the Hippie Spiritual Pentacost of the 60's.  I'll take the time to feel and express that in my morning meditations.
 
Yet, I will not celebrate Thanksgiving.   The major focus of the day will be to travel to Plymouth, Massachusetts to participate in the 48th National Day of Mourning organized by the United American Indians of New England.  

Standing as an ally,  I will mourn the horror and tragedy that ensued in the wake of the European invasion.  I will mourn  the suffering of countless sentient beings whose lives have, and continue to be, stunted or destroyed through the lack of human decency that characterizes  Rapacious Capitalism, White Supremacist Racism, and Clueless Christendom (Not to be confused with a Christianity that emerges from following Jesus's teachings of Love and Service).  

Then, as I return home to Western Massachusetts, I will take time to count my blessings, take heart, recite my vows,  -- and roll up my sleeves.  There is a lot of work to be done.

Here is an article on the 45th National Day of Mourning that takes place each 

Thanksgiving at Plymouth

For information on this year's National Day of Mourning