Here’s your ‘vicious reality’ — The Old Guy
gets the drumstick!
It’s a quiet Thanksgiving here at Stately Blaska Manor. The indentured servants have been given the afternoon off, with the promise of leftovers when they return tomorrow morning, before dawn. A row of white lab coats hang neatly from their hooks, policies half-finished. The unlettered field hands have laid down their primitive tools and are singing from the Leonard Cohen catalog as they peer anxiously through the window at our feast.
A spatchcocked turkey awaits, with the green bean (always canned and julienned)-mushroom casserole waiting. A lively prosecco is cooling; the table is set with our finest glassware, china and heirloom cutlery.
We will recall those crowded tables of distant memory, overflowing with food and family, little children at the card table set up to handle the overflow. Listening to the talk of adults now departed, some of them born in the 1880s.
It’s a holiday, remember?
It has been a few years since we supped with a young man and wife from Saudi Arabia; he said their prayers in Arabic and we Christians, ours. The young man admired the Japanese sword my father had recovered during WW2. One of these years we will invite two lucky Madison progressives if they promise to enjoy themselves, or at least, make the attempt.
⇒ No, I cannot promise the turkey was free range. The cranberries, in all likelihood, are not “organic.” Yes, football is a violent sport and no, Colin Kaepernick is not playing.
We do wonder at a political creed that condemns pleasure, that seems to celebrate misery. Today’s progressive makes the original Puritans look like sybarites. We understand empathy (We once felt something very much like it).
But Jeebus Creation are our … acquaintances Debbie Downers! Here’s the opinion page headlines from the New York Times this Thanksgiving Day 2019:
“The Vicious Reality Behind the Thanksgiving Myth”
“It’s a Terrible Day in the Neighborhood and that’s O.K.”
“Why Gratitude is Wasted on Thanksgiving” (NOTE: Blaska may get wasted on Thanksgiving but not Gratitude.)
“The Horrible History of Thanksgiving”
How can you smile on Thanks-taking!
The latter, written by Charles (Does he ever!) Blow, uses Thanksgiving to indict — you guessed it — white people:
When I was a child, Thanksgiving was simple. It was about turkey and dressing, love and laughter, a time for the family to gather around a feast and be thankful for the year that had passed and be hopeful for the year to come. In school, the story we learned was simple, too: Pilgrims and Native Americans came together to give thanks. We made pictures of the gathering, everyone smiling. ….
But that is not the full story of Thanksgiving — white people have been centered in the narrative and all atrocity has been politely papered over. Two of the most famous paintings depicting the first Thanksgiving … feature the natives in a subservient position, outnumbered and crouching on the ground on the edge of the frame.
“On the edge of the frame”!!!
We give thanks for life and for freedom
Well, America’s IS a hard history, let’s face it. But every history is hard. (You want Russia? Germany? Mao’s China?) Like most Progressives, Charles Blow blames the descendants of Europeans first, last and always. Meaning that he buys into the myth of the peace-loving red man.
Progressives believe their own mythology. We assign a Scientific American article headlined “Thanksgiving Guilt Trip.”
Native Americans definitely waged war long before Europeans showed up. … Contra leftist anthropologists who celebrate the noble savage,” the Harvard psychologist Steven Pinker wrote in 2007, “quantitative body counts—such as the proportion of prehistoric skeletons with ax marks and embedded arrowheads or the proportion of men in a contemporary foraging tribe who die at the hands of other men — suggest that pre-state societies were far more violent than our own.
Let’s put aside the Howard Zinn and read a little history:
⇒ Abraham Lincoln created this holiday during this country’s most terrible war. A war to free the slaves, to extend the blessings of liberty to all. For that, we are thankful.
Now may we finish the pumpkin pie (a little more Kool Whip, please) before we all pack up and book passage to Europe, Africa, and Asia?
Blaska’s Bottom Line: It is America, so believe what you want. At my table, Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful and — Dammit — we’re giving thanks! Pass the gravy.