Thanksgiving is not without a point. It is, however, one that is moving away from the centuries-old grafting of a universal health spirit—gratitude—atop atrocities so horrific that a white nation in the feverish upswing of an imperial trance wouldn’t dare own up to them. And now, as the descendants of all beings involved, who have been enjoying, consuming, or sacked with (and sacked of) stolen legacies, join around tables today they do so, one hopes, with more pause than usual.
The world as we once knew it is falling apart. A new one is forcefully, imperfectly emerging through the cracks. This is not a new idea, and it will be repeated and resounded and explicated until reality has been thoroughly soaked with the reconciliation for which it calls.
Let us join today in jubilee. Let us not forget the denials we’ve inherited. Let us not forget our roles in undoing them.
I love each and every one of you. Happy Thanksgiving.