A Melancholy Thanksgiving

by A. Jay Adler on November 23, 2011
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This is the first Thanksgiving without my brother, who died in May, so it will be a melancholy holiday for my family. It was Jeff’s favorite holiday, as it is mine, and we will try to honor what he loved in it, and why he and Anne hosted our family feasts on the day for over two decades. Still, we will feel who is missing, and what, by his absence – such a big personality. Still, we will be thankful for those who remain to surround us.

The site of King Philip's death in Miery Swamp...

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This mixture of feelings would not be a bad model for Thanksgiving in general. As a cultural expression, established by Abraham Lincoln in 1863, it has come to embody much that is good in the country, including its secularity. But the mythos of Thanksgiving, drawing on that celebration shared by the Puritans of the Plymouth colony and the Wampanoag in the late summer of 1621, masks a darker history and cultural truth.

The colonists had lost nearly half their number during the first winter of 1620-21, and the Wamganoag helped them survive. In an approach contrarily friendly and strategically wary, the Wampanoag sought to live in peaceful and economic alliance with the newcomers. Yet the entire history of European colonization of North America is reflected – the future foreshadowed – in the acts and policies of those early, permanent New England settlements.

What became New England was well populated when the first Puritans landed, not just by Wampanoag, but Massachusett, Narraganset, Pequot, Nipmuck, and other Alquonquian tribes. The early and later colonists saw them and came in contact with them regularly. New England was not the empty wilderness of colonial excuse making. In order to expand, the colonists needed to acquire land from the tribes, which they did however they could – through show of fair and honest dealing if possible, deceitfully and aggressively if necessary. By 1675, most Wampanoag land had been lost to the colonists and three quarters of the population lost to disease and other pressures of the colonial presence, including an aggressive and patronizing effort at religious conversion. In a last effort to stave off the total subjugation and annihilation of his people, the Wampanoag chief Metacomet (King Philip), son of Massasoit, who led the Wampanoag in aiding the first settlers and in their presence at that 1621 feast, began what became known as King Philip’s War, from 1675-76 – ironically, a century to the year of the coming nation’s founding idealistic document.

When the Wampanoag were defeated, Metacomet’s wife and nine-year old son were sold into slavery in the West Indies. Metacomet’s body was dismembered, the parts dispersed, and his head – in an exhibition of our nation’s own founding heart of darkness – displayed on a pike in the town of Plymouth for the next two decades.

For what should American Indians give thanks? As Cliff Matias, cultural director of the Brooklyn-based Redhawk Native American Arts Council tells us in MetroFocus, WNET’s new online magazine, while Native peoples all themselves celebrated various harvest festivals, of which the American Thanksgiving is just one iteration, the Wampanoag observe that holiday as a day of mourning.

As with Columbus Day, a clear truth of the nation’s history and present can never be constructively engaged until we acknowledge the complex nature of the holidays we celebrate. Friend Maureen Doallas, at Writing Without Paper, engages in just that kind of rich acknowedgement today with “The Wampanoag – ‘We Still Live Here.’”

AJA

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Benjamin H. November 25, 2011 at 9:59 am

Thank you for this poignant and informative post. It’s been difficult for me to celebrate Thanksgiving as I did when I was younger due to my knowledge of the disgusting treatment of the First Nations. I wish I could’ve done something more then simply remember and tell others about the Wampanoag.

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A. Jay Adler November 23, 2011 at 2:52 pm

Rob and Maureen, thank you, both. You each remind me how life can be broadened by our varied and new forms of connection. For me, Thanksgiving is the warmest of holidays. I wish you both a lot of warmth.

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Rob November 23, 2011 at 1:39 pm

Thanks for another insightful piece, Jay. Knew the general story, but not some of the details. And they certainly didn’t teach us about Metacomet’s grisly fate in any school (although in a flurry of activity involving glue, scissors, and construction paper, we did make turkeys and pilgrim hats in grade school).

All things considered, hope your holiday goes well.

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Maureen November 23, 2011 at 1:14 pm

I hope our posts (I also linked yours to mine) will encourage some deeper exploration and frank acknowledgment of what too few of the history books we grew up with state with anything near the truth. Yours provides the necessary context to understand the side of the story so rarely shared.

The blessing of this Thanksgiving is that your brother, as mine, took with him the knowledge of how much he is and always will be loved and missed. Jeff holds his place in your heart, as Patrick does in mine. Wishing you a lovely holiday with family and friends, Jay.

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