Cardboard Pilgrims blocked an apple display, rigid sentinels of the produce and the past. How long since I associated Thanksgiving with history, or anything other than a too-tight waistband? Terra Trevor blogged it’s "... a time of mourning for ... Native People ... a reminder of 500 years of betrayal.” I was so removed from the origins of this holiday, I’d forgotten its lie. And the truth spoiled my appetite. This year when I interrupt my greed long enough to bless our cooks, I'll also bow my head in mourning. In remembrance.
I am the betrayed.
I am the betrayer.
I am the betrayed.
I am the betrayer.