I’m too tired to go on a huge rant. Let’s just say I’m extremely disappointed in the results of Tuesday’s election. Where were all the Democrats and Independents and Greens and everyone else who complains but when the time comes, do nothing? All of you had best keep quiet the next two years, because this is your fault for not voting, and you have no right to complain about something you could have had an active part in changing.
The next two years are going to be so gridlocked it’s going to look like a construction zone at Congress. And I couldn’t help but think it ironic (I think this is ironic–I had a knife, I wasn’t getting married, you know, that sort of thing) that we found out the results of the election, at least the closely contested races that aren’t going to drag on for months, on Guy Fawke’s Day. Not that violence solves anything. I felt more depressed than anything else.
And since I’ve been shedding light on the goings on in other countries, I thought, given the heat some people are addressing the issue of Immigration with, that maybe I should spare a moment for Thanksgiving here. It is, after all, Turkey month for non-vegetarians, Tofurkey month for those who aren’t gluten-free, and well, those of us who are will figure something out, a lá Radar’s spam lamb in M*A*S*H*.
It’s lovely that we have Tea Baggers, Partiers, such as Sarah Palin and Ann Coulter to wax poetic on the subject of our sovereignty over the United States of America, how the Settlers from the Mayflower were the first to set foot (other than Colombus, but we don’t celebrate him, at least not in schools anymore, and Leif Ericsson, who was possibly the first non-native-American to visit the Americas–now that I could get down with, “Leif Ericsson Day,” as long as it was researched properly and we knew how any first encounters went) on this land, etc. etc. ad nauseum. Personally, other than the truly Royal mess with the Metiz, from what I know it seems Canada did a better job with the original settlers of that land than we did with the Native Americans. Even their name is more respectful. First Peoples.
I found this article, which some of the comments say has its share of mistakes, but history is so confusing at times, at it’s the victors who write it, that it’s hard to tell what the truth is and isn’t. The Americans did terrible, terrible things to many groups in this country, I just picked one that has a myth that we still perpetuate to this day. Happy pilgrims and Native Americans sitting down to eat together, primary classes at elementary schools making paper cutouts and turkeys out of traced hands, and the lies begin. When schools found out the next movie Disney was going to make was “Pocahontas,” they started preparing to undo whatever damage that caused, that’s how bad a reputation Disney has with messing with anything historical. There were things I didn’t know in this article, and I lived on the Navajo Reservation for approximately nine years when I was young, in two locations; very rural Oljato, Utah, and Chinle, AZ, where I attended Middle School and half of High School.
8 Big Lies History Books Tell About Natives
Do history books written by white folks tell the truth about Natives? We think not. Here are just some of the lies they tell.
Columbus NEVER landed in the Upper 48—Ever
Every year across the country countless elementary school students recite: “In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue” and many perform a play about him discovering Indians in America. The thing is Columbus never landed in what would become the United States, he actually landed in the Caribbean.
Basically Everything About Pocahontas
Pocahontas was about 8 years old when John Smith arrived, and was later married to another young Indian warrior. She also had a child that was given away before she married John Rolfe.
Sorry Disney, and many incorrectly written textbooks, Pocahontas never fell in love with John Smith. According to tribal oral histories as well as The True Story of Pocahontas by members of the Mattaponi Tribe, Pocahontas’ original young Native husband was killed and Pocahontas’ newborn was given to relatives before she was forced into captivity at about 15 or 16 years of age.
The First Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving was named after an entire tribe’s massacre—not a peaceful meal between pilgrims and Indians.
In 1621, Wampanoag Indians investigated gun and cannon fire at a Pilgrim settlement to see them celebrating a successful harvest. The Indians—all male warriors, were fed as a gesture of peace. The act was not repeated annually.
In 1636, when a murdered man was discovered in a boat in Plymouth, English Major John Mason collected his soldiers and killed and burned down the wigwams of all the neighboring Pequot Indians who were blamed for the murder.
The following day, Plymouth Governor William Bradford applauded the massacre of the 400 Indians, including the women and children. The Governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony, William Newell, proclaimed: “From that day forth, shall be a day of celebration and thanks giving for subduing the Pequots.” For the next 100 years, every Thanksgiving Day ordained by a governor was in honor of the bloody victory, thanking God that the battle had been won.
What is a Redskin?
“It was only five generations ago that a white man could get money for one of my grandfather’s scalps,” wrote 1491’s comedian Dallas Goldtooth on Facebook. “At this time… it was ‘Redskin’ that was used to describe us.”
In his post, Goldtooth also included a newspaper clipping from after the U.S. Dakota Wars of 1862: “The state reward for dead Indians has been increased to $200 for every red-skin sent to Purgatory.”