At the end of the 3-D
western Hondo – better than today’s 3-D; the lances flew right out at you, and they literally made you
duck – perennial movie Indian fighter John Wayne responded to the marauding
Indians being thoroughly vanquished, by saying,
“It’s the end of a way of life. Too bad.
It was a good one.”
Every year, at our Thanksgiving gathering, each dinner guest
is issued a cardboard headband to wear – half of them, with a painted buckle on
the front, the other half with a stapled feather on the back.
The dinner’s host wears a full out, though hardly authentic,
Indian headdress.
I commit to this annual ritual not just to
commemorate the “taught them how to grown corn” story, but to pay tribute to a way
of life that was decimated so that another
way of life could ultimately prevail.
Thanksgiving is a wonderful holiday, and I take great joy in
its celebration.
But it seems to me that, somewhere between “Firsts” and
“Seconds”, it’s worth taking a moment to remember that, to be what we
ultimately became, somebody was paying the price.
I don’t know what more to do about that. Beyond keeping it in mind.
And saying,
Happy Thanksgiving.
To everyone.
2 comments:
That sounds like a neat tradition. Happy Thanksgiving to you, too, Earl.
wg
Right back at ya.
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