The University of Oregon recently hosted an event titledhoping to “decolonize” Turkey Day. The description of the non-festive extravaganza read in part: “Thanksgiving is, foundationally speaking, a celebration of the ongoing genocide against native peoples and cultures across the globe.”
Yes, that’s exactly it. Name me a family that doesn’t gather ‘round the dining room table while bowing heads and saying: “We thank Thee for the ongoing genocide against native peoples and cultures across the globe. Let us celebrate!” Unbelievable.
The coddled and entitled, such as many on college campuses, are usually the least grateful. Often those who have everything are less thankful. Rich, spoiled Hollywood types foam at the mouth (when they’re not stuffing it with caviar and expensive champagne), railing against Trump or their own country or wealthy Wall Street fat cats, etc., etc., while people in “flyover country” with comparatively little are often deeply thankful for what they do have. Progressives in entertainment and media tend to angrily rant, while more conservative folks tend to devoutly appreciate. Many tenured professors at elite universities smugly denigrate the very society that made possible their success, while many World War II veterans—and veterans, period— were/are thankful for the freedoms they fought for and most everything else, despite the sacrifices they’ve made.
The better off we’ve gotten, the less religious and appreciative we’ve become. This is not sophistication, but ennui. A sad and ironic sickness of the soul.
I’m lucky enough to know how lucky I am. And to know how little we know. I am thankful for many things, among them a sense of humor.
This Thanksgiving let’s take a break from celebrating ongoing genocide around the world. Perhaps we should look around, bow our heads, and give thanks that we have anything at all.
Happy Thanksgiving and thank you for reading.