We all have something to be thankful for, no matter where we are in life. And so, Thanksgiving Day. It’s nice to set aside a day to be thankful, and it is also so nice how Thanksgiving has managed to escape the blatant commercialism which has eroded Christmas and other holidays.
But I have to be politically correct. Sorry, but I think it is a tremendous disservice to the study of American history to believe in the sugar-pie sweet myth of the first Thanksgiving. How Pilgrim and naked savage sat down together to share the bounty of the earth, sort of giving the impression that the Pilgrims were running some sort of interfaith and tolerant society in the new world. Perhaps now, I would hope, school children are given a more realistic version of what actually happened during that first Thanksgiving.
For starters, how on earth did we pick the date of the last Thursday in November? The Pilgrims certainly wouldn’t have been sitting around celebrating their newly picked bounty at that time of year. The New England harvest was long since over, the potatoes stored in the cellars, the corn dried, meat cured–and if anything, they were busy stocking up on firewood and winterizing their flimsy little homes. There may have even been snow on the ground, which is not that unusual for New England, such as last year, when a blizzard hit Boston the very beginning of December. Harvest indeed! Dream on.
For those of us who attended school during the great era of political incorrectness, we learned that the Pilgrims left England for religious freedom. They were hard working righteous souls who struggled hard to make a life in the Massachusetts Bay Colony, and if not for the grace of the Indians living in the area, they would have perished. The kindly Indians taught them how to plant crops native to the area, as well as survival skills. In gratitude, the Pilgrims celebrated with a big Thanksgiving feast, and invited the Indians to come and break bread with them. And then they all lived happily ever after…
The Story of Squanto
This is one excellent website which gives an account of the history behind our first Thanksgiving. For instance, did anyone ever wonder how the Indian Squanto knew how to speak English? He is mentioned in all the elementary school texts as being such a good friend to the Pilgrims, but very noticably, he spoke the English language. Strange how he would know English, don’t you think? In reality, it was probably because he had been enslaved by the British, and had managed to escape back home.
This is one account:
Squanto was originally from the village of Patuxet and a member of the Pokanokit Wampanoag nation. Patuxet once stood on the exact site where the Pilgrims built Plymouth. In 1605, fifteen years before the Pilgrims came, Squanto went to England with a friendly English explorer named John Weymouth, and then returned with him to New England. Later Squanto was captured by a British slaver who raided the village and sold Squanto to the Spanish in the Caribbean Islands. A Spanish Franciscan priest befriended Squanto and helped him to get to Spain and later on a ship to England. Squanto then found Captain Weymouth, who paid his way back to his homeland. In England Squanto met Samoset of the Wabanake (Wab NAH key) Tribe, who had also left his native home with an English explorer. They both returned together to Patuxet in 1620. When they arrived, the village was deserted and there were skeletons everywhere. Everyone in the village had died from an illness the English slavers had left behind. Squanto and Samoset went to stay with a neighboring village of Wampanoags.
Who Were the Pilgrims?
The Pilgrims were indeed, victims of religious intolerance in England, but they, themselves, were just as bigoted. Strange how often that still happens, isn’t it. The Pilgrims, who were later joined by the Puritans, saw them themselves as the “Chosen Elect” mentioned in the book of Revelation, and strove to “purify” first themselves and then everyone else, like it or not. They were game for anything; lying, treachery, torture, war, genocide–all in the name of holiness, of course. The natives who lived in the area were not part of their grand plan, and only a few years after the great celebration of Thanksgiving, the Wampanoag was nearly wiped out by the Puritans–butchered, tortured, or sold into slavery. Oh, and we mustn’t forget the first crude attempts at biowarfare, when the English left blankets embedded with smallpox around the tribal areas. Take your pick, it was the Pilgrims’ way of saying “thank you.”
Perhaps their attitude can best be expressed by the Thanksgiving sermon delivered at Plymouth in 1623 by Mather the Elder. In it, Mather the Elder gave special thanks to God for the devastating plague of smallpox which wiped out the majority of the Wampanoag Indians who had been their benefactors. He praised God for destroying “chiefly young men and children, the very seeds of increase, thus clearing the forests to make way for a better growth”, i.e., the Pilgrims.”
A Total Hoax?
Another good website points out some other possibilities that certainly crack the myth of the friendly Indians sitting down with the grateful Pilgrims. I quote from it:
Thanksgiving’ did not begin as a great loving relationship between the pilgrims and the Wampanoag, Pequot and Narragansett people. In fact, in October of 1621 when the pilgrim survivors of their first winter in Turtle Island sat down to share the first unofficial ‘Thanksgiving’ meal, the Indians who were there were not even invited! There was no turkey, squash, cranberry sauce or pumpkin pie. A few days before this alleged feast took place, a company of ‘pilgrims’ led by Miles Standish actively sought the head of a local Indian chief, and an 11 foot high wall was erected around the entire Plymouth settlement for the very purpose of keeping Indians out!”
It is much more likely that Chief Massasoit either crashed the party, or brought enough men to ensure that he was not kidnapped or harmed by the Pilgrims, points out this article.
At any rate, what is known is that the Indians who inhabited the area were very nearly wiped from the face of the earth, and it was done at the hand of the English colonists. The Pilgrims and Puritans, who fled to practice their way of life in peace, could not allow the same for anyone else. Later on, anyone who did not adhere to the Puritan way of life was either banished from the colony or killed.
The real blessing is that these tribes managed to survive, however small their numbers, despite the efforts of the English settlers to wipe them out. And God does work in mysterious ways. Today the Pequot Indians, one of the tribes destined for destruction by the settlers, own the Foxwood Casino and Hotel, in Ledyard, Connecticut. It grossed over $9 billion in gaming revenues in the year 2000.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Miles Standish.