Note: A perennial re-run, but I’m on a crusade.
For
some, the annual angst over Thanksgiving is upon us. For years Native American protests that the holiday represents European settler colonialism, American racism, cultural erasure, and actual genocide
have begun to register with many of the rest of the current inhabitants of this country. It is hard to deny that our First Nations, as the Canadians call their aboriginal peoples, have an excellent
point. The people we call Pilgrims represented a tip of the spear of a virtual invasion. Despite their reliance on the wisdom and assistance of the natives to survive their first brutal year at Plymouth and the shared harvest feast they reportedly had, in
less than a generation the settlers were engaged in brutal warfare to annihilate
or displace their former neighbors.
Ron Cobb's iconic 1968 cartoon from the Los Angeles Free Press perfectly illustrates the critisism of Thanksgiving as a settler/colonist travesty.
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Growing
numbers are now joining in a boycott
of the holiday and are even joining Native
American protests from Plymouth
itself to Seattle. Others, bowing to family pressure show up to
dinner armed with arguments that the whole affair is a racist travesty. Next to
those who try and inflict their own
brand of religion on a typically diverse American family or bring their political chips-on-the-shoulders to the
table these folks are the cause of an epidemic of eye-rolling, groans, and
occasional full blown family drama.
As
if that weren’t enough, there seem to be no end of other reasons to hate Thanksgiving—the ecological damage of factory farming, the ethical and health horrors of carnivorism, gluttony in
the face of a starving world, wanton
consumerism in the launch of the holiday
shopping season, and the brutal enjoyment of men hurtling
themselves at each other in a modern re-creation of the Roman gladiator spectacles. Whew! And if all that
wasn’t enough, we should not gloat in
the embrace of our families and friends because too many are alone.
Now there is more than a kernel of truth to all of these criticisms. And there is
nothing wrong with taking time at the holiday to consider them—and to consider
how we can all do and be better.
On the other hand, there is much to admire in Thanksgiving. First, it
is, after all at its heart, a harvest
festival. Virtually every culture
that has been dependent on agriculture marked the critical completion of the harvest, which staved off starvation for another year, with some
sort of festival. Just because we are Americans, doesn’t mean that we don’t deserve a festival,
too.
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Second, it is a feast day, something else common to most cultures. Here we have no other national feast, accessible to all unless you count burgers and brats on the grill on Memorial
Day. Members of the many religious
groups that populate our country may have their particular feasts—Christmas and Easter, the Passover
Seder, Eid ul-Fitr, Diwali
for example—but only
Thanksgiving allows us all to gather around one table.
Third, it is our national homecoming, the one day a year when families biological, adoptive, blended, or self-created
come together with all of the joy—and occasional drama—that entails. If
it wasn’t for Thanksgiving, we might never see each other except at funerals.
And finally, Thanksgiving is an occasion to
express simple gratitude, surely one
of the most blest and basic of all spiritual practices. It does not require fealty to any God or any
form of proscribed prayer. We
are free to acknowledge that our lives are blessed in a thousand ways. We
can be grateful to a Creator, the Earth, or the laboring hands of millions who together
feed, clothe, and shelter
us. The recognition of our common
debt to something larger than us
is a very good thing.
So how can we keep the good of Thanksgiving and
our consciences? Well, we can refuse to
go shopping after dinner at that Big Box Store with the huge sale, rush to the computer for on line Black Friday deals, or otherwise opt in to the orgy of consumerism. We can
prepare and serve vegetarian or vegan feast if that is our preference,
or at least make sure that everyone at the table has good food that they are comfortable
eating—and refrain for one day from making snide or judgmental comments on
the choices of others. We can turn off
the TV if the orgy of sports offends us. We can make sure we have made room for a homeless, forgotten, or lonely person
at our tables instead of just bemoaning their plight. They are remarkable easy to find.
But most of all, we can simply ditch the whole First Thanksgiving Myth.
Because it is just that—a myth and completely unessential to the tradition.
That meal in the fall of 1621 was not a Thanksgiving.
No one thought it was. It was
meant to consume the last of the
harvest that could not be safely stored
for the starvation time of winter ahead and meat from the fall hunt
that had not been dried and smoked.
The natives probably invited
themselves to the despair of every goodwife
counting the meager larder. At least they did bring some venison.
It was not called a Thanksgiving, a religious term usually reserved for a day
of fasting and prayer. Nor did
it begin any tradition. Indeed the whole episode was virtually forgotten within the life
time of the participants.
Aside from a brief mention of the event in an official report to English
investors in the colony, which was quickly forgotten on this side of the Atlantic, there was no known account of the event until Governor
William Bradford’s history
of the colony written twenty years later and presumed to be lost was re-discovered
in 1854. He had a one paragraph
account of the two day feast.
We do owe New
Englanders traditions of Thanksgivings and annual and post-harvest homecoming, but they were two separate and distinct
things.
Their first declared
Thanksgiving Day did not occur until June of 1676 when the governing council of Charlestown,
Massachusetts declared a day of
Thanksgiving in gratitude for being delivered from the threat of the Native American rebellion known as King Phillip’s War. It was not a feast day, but a day of fasting
and all-day prayer. Thereafter it became
more and more common for New England towns to declare Thanksgiving days at
various times of the year to mark auspicious
occasions.
It became customary to proclaim Thanksgivings at
the end of successful harvest years. The dates of these autumn events varied, but
tended to be late in the season
after all crops were in, the long hunts for venison and fowl that happened
after the first snow falls were
completed, and the coastal waters
became too dangerous from gales for
small fishing vessels to set
out. With all of the men home and idle
and the larder at its peak of the year, even the dour Puritans transitioned the observances into feasts following a good long church service.
The Puritans forbade the celebration of Christmas, which they considered
corrupted by pagan practice and
associated with Papist masses, so
the late season Thanksgivings became an acceptable substitute early winter festival. As younger sons emigrated to new lands in the
west of Massachusetts, the Connecticut
Valley, Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, and Up-state New
York they not only took the custom with
them, they began to try to make pilgrimages
home to be with their families.
Still, Thanksgivings—days of fasting and prayer
could, and were proclaimed at any time of the year.
By the time of the American Revolution the New England custom of Thanksgivings were
well established, with a fall harvest event traditional, although celebrated at
various dates by local proclamation. In
October of 1777 New England delegates to the Continental Congress convinced that body to proclaim a National Day of Thanksgiving for the
victory of the Continental Army over
a British invasion force from Canada at the Battle of Saratoga. The
proclamation, a one-time event, was
the first to extend any Thanksgiving observation over the whole infant nation. It was also a day of prayer, rather than
feasting.
In 1782 Congress
under the Articles of Confederation,
proclaimed another Thanksgiving for the successful conclusion of the War of Independence. It was signed by John Hanson, as President of
Congress, the man some hold up as the true first President of the United States.
Shortly after his inauguration, George
Washington, the first President under the Constitution found himself under pressure from leaders of the established
churches—the Episcopalians in
the South, Quakers in Pennsylvania,
and especially the Standing Order of
New England to affirm a religious basis
for the new nation. They were alarmed
that the Constitution had omitted any
reference to God. On the other hand the growing ranks of dissenting sects—Baptists, Methodists, Anabaptists of various sorts, Quakers
in states in which they were a minority, and Universalists—as well a large number of the educated elite who were steeped in Deism were bitterly opposed to any breach of what Thomas Jefferson was already calling “a
wall of separation between church and
state.”
Trying to thread the needle, Washington issued a carefully worded proclamation of
National Thanksgiving for Thursday, November 26, 1789. He made no mention of Jesus Christ and he only used the word God once. Instead he called for a day of general piety, reflection, and prayer and
invoked the broad terms of Deism—“that great and glorious Being who is the beneficent
author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be,” and the “great Lord and Ruler of Nations.”
Despite his best intentions, the proclamation
satisfied neither side and drew criticism from both. Washington tried it one more time in 1795 to
even louder complaints. Later, similar
proclamations by John Adams were met by literal riots in the streets. After
his ascension to the Presidency in the Revolution
of 1800, Thomas Jefferson, the champion
of religious liberty and separation
of church and state, put an end to these exercises in public piety.
An illustration from 1850 celebrated Thanksgiving as homecoming and sentimental family reunion.
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So Thanksgiving remained a regional celebration, but one which was spreading rapidly. The New
England Diaspora was rapidly spreading it throughout the North and into the
newly settled lands of Ohio and the Old Northwest Territories. The introduction of canals, turnpikes, and railroads which made travel easier,
cheaper, quicker, and safer increased the homecomings associated with the
holiday.
The South was absolutely immune to the charms of the Yankee observation and staunchly resisted all efforts to introduce
it in their region. Christmas was their holiday of choice and rising sectional tensions over tariffs, western expansion, and especially slavery made the Southern aristocracy loathe to adopt any whiff of
expanding Yankee influence.
Enter Sarah
Josepha Hale, the editor of the Boston Ladies Magazine, and later Gode’s
Lady’s Book, two of the leading women’s
publications in the country, thought that whatever the protests of the
South might be, the creation of regular national Day of Thanksgiving would help
heal the nation and prevent conflict. She inaugurated a relentless 40 year campaign of editorials and letters to governors, Congressmen, and Presidents promoting a
national celebration.
When Governor Bradford’s book was re-discovered and
published it was Hale who created the
First Thanksgiving myth from that one
scant paragraph and tied it to the noble Pilgrims,
as the Plymouth settlers were now called, and their friendly Indian guests. It
was a flawless marketing campaign and
branding that in short order
convinced the public that there was
an unbroken tradition stretching
back to a Pilgrim First Thanksgiving. Although the campaign won wider and wider
support and helped codify traditions
around the observance, no official action was taken until 1862.
In the midst of the Civil War another President with unorthodox religious beliefs, felt the need to unite what was left
of the shattered union. It was a bleak time. Military
disaster seemed to be the rule on every front. Agitation for peace on terms of Southern
separation was on the increase.
Abraham
Lincoln may not have been much—if any kind—of a traditional Christian. But
he believed in the hand of Providence
and more than once contemplated on whether the trials of the nation were not
the just punishments of that
hand. Moreover he needed, now more than
ever, the support of the powerful Protestant clergy, who had
never ceased to agitate for the return of periodic Thanksgiving
proclamations. So it was natural that he
turned to such a proclamation in the dark hour of 1862. It was that act that would nationalize the holiday permanently and
why the celebration today is more
Lincoln’s than the Pilgrims’.
Inspired by Washington’s Proclamation, Lincoln
set the last Thursday of November as
the date. He issued fresh proclamations
each year of his presidency and all future
Chief Executives followed suit. So
did most state governors, timing their proclamations to the Federal observance. Eventually, if reluctantly, even Southern states
fell into line. By the early 20th
Century the emerging Fundamentalists
of the Bible Belt would become among
the most ardent supporters of the holiday but insisted that it be imbued with
specifically Christian trappings.
Still, for all of its wide-spread observation,
Thanksgiving was not yet an annual, repeating national holiday. It remained dependent on new yearly
Presidential proclamations. After his
election, Franklin D. Roosevelt
proposed the establishment of a Federal
holiday. Congress, worried about the
expense of paying Federal employees
for a day off of work, ignored his
plea. So Roosevelt continued to follow
precedent.
But in 1939 with the nation struggling to get out
of the second dip of the Great Depression, Roosevelt took
advantage of the five Thursdays in November that year and Proclaimed
Thanksgiving for the Fourth Thursday
instead of the last to extend the shopping
season and boost lagging sales. He made it clear that he intended to keep his
proclamations at the second to last
Thursday through his presidency.
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The change immediately became a political hot potato. Republicans
charged that FDR was desecrating the
memory of Lincoln. Preachers decried the
secularization of “our ancient sacred holiday.” Twenty-two states followed the President’s
lead. Most of the rest issued their
proclamations for the last Thursday. Texas, unable to decide kept both
days. The later celebration was referred
to as Republican Thanksgiving while
the earlier one was derided as Franksgiving. In 1940 and ’41 FDR stayed true to his
promise and issued proclamations for the next to last Thursday, continuing the
confusion and controversy.
In 1941 both Houses
of Congress voted to create an annual Federal holiday on the last Thursday
in November beginning in 1942 but in December the Senate changed that to the fourth Thursday, which is usually, but
not always, the last one of the month.
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By the 1950’s many employers and school
districts were also giving the Friday
after Thanksgiving off with pay. The creation of a wide-spread four day weekend led to even more long
distance travel for family reunions. And
soon Friday was the busiest shopping day
of the year, eventually dubbed Black
Friday because it was supposedly the first day of the calendar year when
most retailers finally entered black ink.
So there you have it. Despite the ubiquitous presence of Pilgrims
and smiling Indians in school pageants
and commercials, they really don’t
have much to do with the actual tradition of Thanksgiving. Then why not, at long last dispose of them. Disassociate them from Thanksgiving. Suddenly our traditional harvest, homecoming,
and gratitude feast has nothing to do with colonialism and genocide. Maybe we can all sit down together in
peace—at least until drunk uncle Morrie
starts up about Donald Trump.
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