Here is it
again,
another
Thanksgiving;
a day set
aside for
celebrating
what unifies family,
friends, co-workers,
and the occasional
stranger.
Yet, how
does one write
about this
Holiday?
In this era
of cultural sensitivity
and being “woke”,
(a despicable term)
can we still celebrate this day without the
shadow of
guilt creeping in?
Abraham
Lincoln created Thanksgiving
in an effort
to unify a divided nation
during the
Civil War and remind the
citizens of
this nation that we are still
one from
many.
Lincoln’s
intention was as that of a healer,
while
ignoring the ineffaceable scars
of tragedy
the early settlers endured and
imposed on
each other and the Natives
upon which
we built our country.
It’s a
holiday designed to help us remember
that though
great strife, suffering and difficulty,
we have
remained united and that there is
no event, no
instance so terrible as to wipe
this
Democracy from the face of the world.
It is a day
to be thankful to the forbearers
of the
greatest of all ideals, that we, that all people,
can and
should be forever free and any yoke of
oppression
can be overcome through standing
together.
I guess that
is the best way to celebrate this holiday,
with a
reverence for what came before and knowledge
of the
trials yet to come, and in that knowing reverence,
be thankful we are here, together.
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