“Mom, please tell me the sweet potato pies are at least done. No, they’re not. says my mother. You will have to wait.”
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. I get the chance to spend time with my family and close friends while enjoying some of my favorite foods. But there’s a deeper meaning to this day besides the treats and celebration that many of us don’t know about or have forgotten. Even though I can hardly wait for the food to be done I ask myself how can I really be thankful on a day that is not actually meant to be celebrated.
The Thanksgiving day is painted to millions of Americans as a day where the Pilgrims celebrated the harvest with Native Americans after discovering the new land but sadly that is not the truth. Just like most of history, the story is always sugar-coated. They did not celebrate over a fresh new harvest but feasted over their cowardly acts of genocide towards the natives of the land. Killing over 100 million Native Americans throughout the years and enjoying afterward. How could anyone do this? What man or woman has the heart to rejoice over slaughtering any human being? The answer to this still lies amongst us all.
President Lincoln made the decision to make Thanksgiving once a year. The order was put into place after he ordered the execution of 38 Sioux Indians. This was American’s largest hanging known in history. The natives were not pleased with the government over broken promises. Some of the Indians retaliated back by killing over new stellers and soldiers who were trying to take over more land. After this Thanksgiving became a holiday and years later many Americans would be brainwashed to how the day even became apart of American culture. Before you take a piece of that turkey or a scoop of that mouthwatering macaroni and cheese remember the real reason why you are eating. On second thought, I think I’ll just wait for that pie. No need to rush.