Thought I'd rerun this piece of fragile hope from the fearful Thanksgiving of 2016:
We spend a lot of time criticizing the Thanksgiving myth, of that first feast at Plymouth Plantation, where the Indians, having helped the Pilgrims survive into their first harvest, come to share its fruits at the same table; for its false consciousness and historical decontextualization, ripped out of the record of exploitation, theft, and violence that marks the white people's takeover of the continent, but maybe we ought to remember that it is, after all, a myth.
Athena didn't leap, an armed baby, out of Zeus's skull, either! You can't expect a myth to be true! Maybe we should be thinking about the fictionally happy picture itself, of that multicultural table, as something we yearn toward, prospectively, without any illusions about the actual festival of 1621, toward the time when we can all sit down together, conscious of our identities and willingly sharing across the boundaries, those who have more obliged to share more, or even better to make it real every day, or as real as we can, imperfect and selfish as we all are by nature.
The Thanksgiving myth is a myth, and it really is about celebrating diversity! But not 400 years ago, when it didn't happen: 400 years in the future, or this year if we want it!
It doesn't mean anything if everybody at the table is the same, or if we pretend we're all the same; it derives its meaning from the differences, from dramatizing whatever differences we have, even if it's just generations or genders, but ideally racial differences, and being generous about them, not just with food but with attention, and not just attention but a little surrender, maybe of allowing the other person to be touchy and ready to get indignant, maybe of noticing how touchy we're feeling (with good reason!) ourselves.
And tomorrow, Resistance! Have a great holiday.
For some good old-fashioned gratitude, see the Edroso newsletter. Like him, one of the things I'm truly grateful for is the warmth of the online community. You guys are the best.
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| Image by blogfriend Fearguth, November 2015. |
Athena didn't leap, an armed baby, out of Zeus's skull, either! You can't expect a myth to be true! Maybe we should be thinking about the fictionally happy picture itself, of that multicultural table, as something we yearn toward, prospectively, without any illusions about the actual festival of 1621, toward the time when we can all sit down together, conscious of our identities and willingly sharing across the boundaries, those who have more obliged to share more, or even better to make it real every day, or as real as we can, imperfect and selfish as we all are by nature.
The Thanksgiving myth is a myth, and it really is about celebrating diversity! But not 400 years ago, when it didn't happen: 400 years in the future, or this year if we want it!
It doesn't mean anything if everybody at the table is the same, or if we pretend we're all the same; it derives its meaning from the differences, from dramatizing whatever differences we have, even if it's just generations or genders, but ideally racial differences, and being generous about them, not just with food but with attention, and not just attention but a little surrender, maybe of allowing the other person to be touchy and ready to get indignant, maybe of noticing how touchy we're feeling (with good reason!) ourselves.
And tomorrow, Resistance! Have a great holiday.
Yes PJ you should visit America some time and see how we treat our conservatives. These totally serious tweets say it all. I keep mine in leg irons and feed them only soy milk to make them less aggressive.— Yasterisk (@Yastreblyansky) November 22, 2018
Maybe if we did more raking it wouldn't get so darn cold. https://t.co/B5ABfiJyOf— Yasterisk (@Yastreblyansky) November 22, 2018
All those leaves keep the globe's natural warmth from seeping out into the air.— Yasterisk (@Yastreblyansky) November 22, 2018
For some good old-fashioned gratitude, see the Edroso newsletter. Like him, one of the things I'm truly grateful for is the warmth of the online community. You guys are the best.
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