For Tradition’s Sake

 

national day of mourning

From Plymouth Rock to

Standing Rock, the west has rolled

from sea to sea, with

cultures in our wake yet we

take pride in the meals we make

 

for traditions sake

on the fourth Thursday every

November. As we

enjoy the turkey and pie

we perpetuate the lie

 

and their people still

die, and still the vulture flies

and keeps on circling

turning more blood to money,

spilling death in the water

 

and meth labs replace

the government schools and the

rule is still to kill

the Indian, we never

wanted to save any man

 

woman or child

and it’s extremely crazy

that people still can’t

see through the turkey, and see

what they really celebrate,

 

genocide with a

side of hate and a side of

white lies piled high.

You can abandon racist

traditions and still eat pie

 

and do you even

like the turkey, or just the

idea of it? and

what is it you’re thankful for,

genocide, slavery, or

 

never ending war?

Oh,  do you want more stuffing,

more cranberry sauce,

more green bean casserole, or

more American folklore?

 

 

*Photo is from 2014 National Day of Mourning in Plymouth, Massachusetts 

The following is from the United American Indians of New England website:

“Since 1970, Native Americans and our supporters have gathered at noon on Cole’s Hill in Plymouth to commemorate a National Day of Mourning on the US thanksgiving holiday. Many Native Americans do not celebrate the arrival of the Pilgrims and other European settlers. Thanksgiving day is a reminder of the genocide of millions of Native people, the theft of Native lands, and the relentless assault on Native culture. Participants in National Day of Mourning honor Native ancestors and the struggles of Native peoples to survive today. It is a day of remembrance and spiritual connection as well as a protest of the racism and oppression which Native Americans continue to experience.”

 

http://uaine.org/

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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