This
Thanksgiving week, I am reworking a post I originally wrote in 2014 for the
Indiana Writers’ Consortium blog. The changes are mostly due to the difference
in audience, but the historical perspective is the same.
In
2014, I looked for a picture of the first Thanksgiving to include with the post.
Unfortunately, the only ones I found that were clearly in the public domain
were also historically inaccurate. The image I ended up using, and which
accompanies this post as well, is a good example. The clothing and feather are
all wrong, and the position of the two groups, with the members of the
Wampanoag nation sitting on the ground and the Pilgrims standing, implies that
the Pilgrims were the dominant race. Since a white woman is handing out the
food, the picture could also imply that the Pilgrims provided the feast and the
Native Americans were simply recipients.
That’s
wrong.
When
I think of the first Thanksgiving, I think of friendly Native Americans
bringing their knowledge, skills, and provisions to feed the starving Pilgrims.
Squanto and his tribe taught the Pilgrims how to survive, and they would have
perished without that help.
That’s
one of the reasons I like Thanksgiving. It’s the one time of year when we
remember the Native American participants as the generous people they were.
That’s a lot better than the frequent stereotype of half-dressed warriors
burning homes and scalping white settlers.
Those
of us with European ancestry have many reasons to be grateful to Native
Americans.
And
I am.
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