Gobble Gobble

Ah, Thanksgiving. A truly American holiday. Apple pie, pumpkin pie, stuffing, cranberry sauce, the relish tray, and let's not forget, the turkey. Taking turns around the table to give thanks. Food coma. Football. Ah, yes, Thanksgiving. Have you ever heard of someone boycotting Thanksgiving? (aside from vegans and PETA) and Or, uttering the words, "I don't celebrate Thanksgiving"? I'm talking about Americans... or even permanent status American residents. I hadn't until recently. I was shocked when my boyfriend said it. I figured he was being sarcastic, so I was just irritated at first. Thanksgiving is a big deal to me. Time with family. All that cooking (that I would be doing/helping with). And, the turkey. How I love turkey...

While I was stewing - and I don't mean tomatoes - or sulking, whichever you prefer, it suddenly occurred to me that perhaps he was serious. As my analytic mind was sure to go, I started trying to figure out "why?". Could it remind him that he is not yet American, and that bothers him? I doubt it. Could the idea of celebrating it go against his values? Perhaps. This made me dig deeper within the recesses of my own brain. (At this point he refused to talk, so inward was the only direction the conversation could go). Why might he take issue with this family holiday? What is this family holiday? I've been celebrating it for so long, it's just part of my "normal". 

Sadly, I was never great in history when I was younger. Names and dates still elude me, even if concepts stick now. Thanksgiving... a glimmer of a picture filled my brain... pilgrims and indians Native Americans. Eating together. Sharing food. Giving thanks for the harvest ... and the pilgrims giving thanks to the natives for helping them learn how to survive in this new land. Wow! Intercultural/Interfaith Relations! Ok, so that thought didn't really help solve the mystery. My best bet was to google Thanksgiving...

Then, I started to wonder how the Native Americans today view Thanksgiving. I honestly have no idea. Considering how the pilgrims and other newcomers paid their "thanks" in the end... I would guess it's not a warm and fuzzy holiday for them. But, what does that have to do with a man from Iraq?

So, I thought deeper. Now, I am sure I am completely off base with his particular reason for uttering "I don't celebrate it", as he likes to be sarcastic a lot, but it did put some things into a perspective I had not thought of before. During Saddam's reign, my boyfriend was a child growing into an adult. A Chaldean child in a Sunni Muslim country. I know I have had a friend tell me about his experience fleeing for his life for being an Iraqi Kurd. I know my mom was told horror stories by her Christian Iraqi nurse. And, I know that Shi'a Muslims were also terrorized by this man and his army. How does this relate? Let me explain...

Imagine living peacefully (or as peaceful as normal) in your own land. Now, imagine a new power coming in and deciding that those that are "different" need to go. *image of Hitler/Nazis comes to mind* I think perhaps, it's not so different than how the Native Americans saw the "white" people when the British and Europeans came to America and started taking over the land and resources for themselves, pushing out or killing the "different". Yes, I am sure they are so thankful. *cough, cough*

Nice holiday, right? Well... wait. What about intention? Does celebrating a holiday that may not have the most honorable history mean that we honor that history? I don't think so. It doesn't have to be that way. To me, it depends on intention. I'm Muslim and I still celebrate Christmas. Why? To me, it is not a celebration of Jesus' birth, because I know he wasn't born on December 25th. I understand the history of December 25th. I understand the pagan roots. Does celebrating Christmas make me pagan? No; no more than it makes me Christian. I celebrate because it is a beloved family time for me. It's part of my family tradition. My intention is still pure. I see Halloween much the same... it's a fun holiday, enjoy it! So, why not Thanksgiving too?

So, even after this long thought filled evening I had, I know I will be looking forward to sitting around the table come thanksgiving dinner, and I will bow my head and give thanks for my family and the good times and good food that we share, and to God, for making it possible. I will also think of those that were displaced and wish goodness and luck on their descendants. It doesn't do much, I know. How can you apologize for something that you didn't yourself do (or, in my case, neither did my ancestors)? Grant them peace and love from your own heart and understanding from your mind. Don't be too quick to judge, as you may not fully grasp the background. It's the least that we can do. 

Gobble, Gobble everyone!