I thought I'd show a little mercy to my fellow celebrants by not submitting this commentary on or before Thanksgiving and thereby disturbing their tryptophan induced slumbers.
T.S. Eliot remarked, "April is the cruelest month." For me there are two months that compete for this dubious honor, October and November. Oct. 12 celebrates the beginnings of the genocidal incursion into the New World by a sadistic, lying psychopath euphemistically called "The Dove."
Topping even this "holiday" is the celebration of an equally heinous tradition in late November that commemorates the inauguration of the destruction of the first tribes to welcome the Pilgrims to the North American continent. Our naive children are taught in school of "the first Thanksgiving" which was a peaceful celebration of the bounty the Wampanoag natives had generosity helped the struggling Pilgrims to realize.
Here then is "the rest of the story," as Paul Harvey used to say:
The dishes had barely been cleared from that first feast when the colonists set out to infect, kill, enslave and steal the land from those who had demonstrated such "Christian charity" toward them. A true Thanksgiving Prayer of the day was reflected in the words of John Winthrop,
"But for the natives in these parts, God hath so pursued them, as ... the greatest part of them are swept away by smallpox which still continues among them. So as God hath thereby cleared our title to this place."
God was their real estate agent, sanctioning the rape of native land and peoples: Psalms 2.8: "Ask of me, and I shall give thee, the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession." (We truly were a Biblically inspired people from the start.)
Not only did the Word of God justify domination and theft but also the massacre of innocents,
"Sometimes the Scripture declareth women and children must perish with their parents .... We had sufficient light from the word of God for our proceedings." - John Mason
No good deed goes unpunished. Fifty-five years after that celebrated feast, the severed head of chief, King Philip of the Wampanoag tribe, that first gave aid and comfort to the Pilgrims, decorated a pole in the commons in Plymouth, Massachusetts. For the next 25 years that skull stayed put, a reminder to the Christian citizens of that fair "City on the Hill" of the divine truth of God made manifest.