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The Thanksgiving Legacies Parades Never Taught You

Part One: The Pequot Massacre

On Thursday, millions of people in the United States will sit down with family members they barely like and eat an awkward meal together. Perhaps you’ll have to endure the ramblings of your sister’s boyfriend Deuce (Thaddeus) as he says “at the first Thanksgiving everyone got along, what’s wrong with America now days are our own divisions.”

If you’re anything like me, your family has already heard how the Thanksgiving Story was romanticized by a magazine editor to be barely true, or you’ve discussed how FDR changed the date of holiday to extend the Christmas shopping season. In short – your family has probably already told you to “keep your liberal views” to yourself at the table, while everyone else spouts off incorrect information about the holiday and what America lacks now-days.

Well. If this is you – I have you covered. Welcome to Part One of the Thanksgiving Legacy you never knew about. The Pequot Massacre.

Pilgrims Vs. Puritans

First, I want to note. The people involved in the Pequot Massacre were largely Puritans. The Puritans are NOT the Pilgrims. Seriously, they aren’t. The Puritans wanted to leave England and create a “city upon a hill”, which is to say they wanted to create a cool kids club that everyone in Britain would look at and want to be like. The Pilgrims – the ones who celebrated the “first” Thanksgiving – arrived on the Mayflower and landed on what they called Plymouth. They were religious separatists who wanted nothing to do with Britain. Pilgrims were poor, and had very small numbers. Puritans were middle class, and came in droves.

Also, neither group landed here first. In fact – the Pilgrims arrived in New England in 1621 – Jamestown was founded in 1607, cannibalism occurred in Jamestown in 1609-1610, and the first enslaved Africans arrived in Virginia in 1619. So no. Pilgrims and religion did not “found” America. Profit, labor, and exploitation “founded” America.

The Massacre

Let me set the scene. It’s 1637. Settlers in New England have “claimed” land that was occupied by Native Americans, the Pequots. Obviously, these settlers have no real authority over this land, but this is what we call a “borderland”. Which is to say, it’s an area where two or three very different groups come in conflict with one another. And by conflict, I mean fighting. Borderlands are generally violent spaces, drought with tension and misunderstandings. That’s exactly what had happened between the New England colonists and the Pequots. As the colonists encroached on Native land and trade, the Pequots fought back. Sporadic fighting occurred on both sides, leaving a handful of dead in its wake.

In May of 1637, a group of armed colonists marched into the Native American territory, calling themselves the “sword of the Lord.” The group was made up of men from various New England colonies, including Massachusetts Bay, Plymouth, and Connecticut. The men surrounded the Pequot village, and the massacre began. The colonists lit the houses on fire and killed anyone trying to escape, shooting them or cutting them down with swords. Men, women, and children were killed. Upwards of 700. Families attempted to escape their burning houses and were callously slaughtered, not by the dozens, but by the hundreds. This was not a fight, not a war, this was a massacre. Not only that, it was a premeditated massacre.

Ok…So What?

Over the course of the next two months, the colonists and their allies, decimated the Pequots in a series of other attacks. By the end of the summer of 1637, most of the Pequot nation was dead. Those who survived, the Puritans sold into slavery – yes, the New England colonists engaged in the slave trade, they were enslavers and sellers of Native Americans and Africans.

So, sixteen years after the first “Thanksgiving”, the New England colonies and the Native Americans were killing each other over land and trade disputes, and the colonists were fighting dirty, ambushing and killing without remorse. In killing Pequots, colonists could gain land, maximize profit by selling people into enslavement, and take resources and trade routes for their own.

This was only a first step. The 1670’s brought King Phillips War. Join me on Thursday for Part II of “The Thanksgiving Legacies Parades Never Taught You”

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Poetry

The Desire of Happiness

A free-write on feelings

At times it is difficult to wake up and find joy.

Because, you see, happiness is a commodity. One that is to be bought and sold. “If I just get x then I will be happy.” We say to ourselves. It makes happiness a never ending and unattainable dream, leaving us constantly wanting more and wondering when it will be our turn to achieve the kind of success that comes with happiness.

Desire is therefore intermixed with happiness. What we desire are the things that will make us happy. Sometimes it’s tangible: A better job, a house, a paycheck. Sometimes it’s a bit more ethereal: an opportunity, a feeling, the thought of being loved, a spark of creativity.

Desire is what makes happiness into a commodity. We desire something, and we must “hustle” to get the thing. In a gig economy, that’s how it works.

The problem, of course, is that happiness is a state of mind. It’s a feeling. It’s also fleeting.

Happiness can be something as simple as the first sip of coffee, or a beautiful sunrise on a crisp morning. Happiness is taking a risk, or watching your children take their first step. Happiness is popcorn and movies, or a warm blanket. Happiness is the smell of grass, or that laugh that bursts, unexpectedly, from your chest like birds taking flight from the trees. Happiness is looking inward and finding joy within yourself, rather than attempting to purchase it.

Of course, in a society where everything can be bought; including fame and fortune, it’s difficult to separate happiness from desire. Especially now, when so many of us feel as though the world is tumbling down to the ground.

And I don’t have an answer, except to say that happiness is a million little things that you feel over the course of a regular day. It is intermingled with sadness and fear and frustration and anger — all the trappings of a human life. It doesn’t have to be something you accrue, it just has to be something you notice.

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Current Events Education Local Government Poetry

An Absence of Knowledge

A free-write on book banning

Nobel Prize in Literature

Pulitzer Prize for Fiction

Presidential Medal of Freedom

These are only three of the many awards Toni Morrison has won. Yet schools are pulling her books (amongst others).

Why?

Because with every action comes an equal and opposite reaction. Because the path to change is through the next generation. And, at heart, change is uncomfortable. It’s a discomfort that comes with a loss of power.

Let me be clear. These are not valid reasons. Learning should make you feel uncomfortable. You should wallow in your discomfort. You should watch the walls that you’ve built around yourself crumble down.

Why?

So you can rebuild yourself with better materials. Knowledge is not congruent with stagnation. Knowledge is the house that is always under construction.

Because, you see, learning is the action of remaking our knowledge base with stronger materials. Learning is active, you must constantly be building your house with better, and stronger, and newer materials.

And I’m not talking about “information I found on youtube” or “on some website that upheld my already firmly held, and stagnated, belief.” No. Those are bad building materials. They’re the rotted wood that causes your roof to leak. That’s lazy building.

Ok…so what?

Toni Morrison should be required reading. Toni Morrison is the type of author who writes something so gloriously beautiful that you can’t believe you’ve lived without that book, and those words, and that story for half your life.

So why would we want to stop children from experiencing that?

Fear. Adults are afraid of new knowledge. They are comfortable in their house, even if there’s not enough sunlight or the furniture needs to be replaced

There is the problem.

Children are constantly learning. They are building forts and toppling them down to build new ones in trees or on mountains. Adults…well many adults stop learning the minute they are out of school. They have old methods and old information stuck in their head, and they want to reinforce that old knowledge and protect it from new ideals.

So, adults remove choice from children.

Because that’s what this is. The removal of books is the removal of choice. The absence of information is still a method of control. When you don’t give information, it doesn’t mean it ceases to exist. It means you’re hiding it.

Not telling the full story is still a lie.

The removal of books is a method of control – don’t let anyone fool you into thinking it’s “for the children.”

It’s not. It’s to control the children.

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Current Events Education Poetry

Expectations Exceeding Reality

A free-write reflection on an abnormal school year masquerading as normal.

The metallic screech is the first thing I hear at 7:45 AM.

It’s a dreaded sound; a whistling — then a crunch followed by silence.

The copier has jammed.

“I shouldn’t have to worry about this,” I think to myself. “Except there’s just no damn time.”

Clearing a jam proves to take longer than the actual copy. I clear it, and leave the copier humming merrily.

The hum is merely a siren song for the next unfortunate soul.

It’s not just the jams. It’s having only one, 45 minute, prep period. It’s the constant meetings to review and analyze data. It’s arbitrary tasks set by administrators who haven’t taught in years, and have never taught during (or after) a pandemic.

It’s grading 160 projects.

And, you see, you can’t not grade them, because the kids worked hard on them. They want the validation from you, they want to see that you looked at the project they spent three days on. They put that GIF in for you. They put that reference in for you.

It doesn’t matter if the joke is dumb, or the GIF doesn’t make sense. They still did it for you because they love you. And they want you to be proud of them.

And you can’t NOT assign the project, because it’s literally your job to ensure kids learn.

Except. How do we keep on giving, especially in a year where the school keeps on taking?

When I’m given 8 hours to complete a task that – and I measured it – MUST take me 8.5 hours.

When the copiers are all broken. When the internet doesn’t work. When I’m required to do 100 small administrative tasks that add up and suck the time out of my day — not to mention teach.

And therin lies the problem.

Schools want to pretend that the pandemic is over without acknowledging the trauma the pandemic created.

700,000 dead and climbing. 700,000 dead and climbing. 700,000 dead and climbing.

Students are suffering. Teachers are suffering. Admin is also suffering.

But only one of those categories has the power to enact change.

Because, you see, it’s structural. The structure of teaching must change and administrations must be brave enough to create it. Holding on to what used to be does not help us in the now. In fact, it’s blindly turning away from the lessons of history.

History that we all lived through, and are still living through.

If administration isn’t brave, then teachers must be brave enough to fight for change. The time is now. Your voice is powerful, especially when joined by others.

We’ve changed. So must schools.

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Education History Poetry

Lost Cause

A sprinkling of Haiku’s and Poems from middle schoolers reflecting on our lesson regarding the Lost Cause.

A note on the lesson: The students read both primary and secondary sources that discussed the rise of the LMA’s and the UDC. The prompt was to use poetry format to answer one of the following questions: “What was the Lost Cause Narrative?” or “How was the Lost Cause Narrative Spread?” What follows is their own assessment based on their prior knowledge of enslavement (both colonial and antebellum) and the Civil War. You may find our classroom textbook here.

Angie

With women to help

Through textbooks and monuments

The lost cause was spread

Brooklyn

Lost Cause Narrative.

Manipulated children.

Lie in history.

Christopher

information false

yet its spread was never sparse

education jacked

none of it was the fact

Dylan and Dreyden

Lost cause narrative

was spread through education

and through monuments.

Elijah

lost cause narrative

taught children the lies of the

confederacy.

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Current Events Health Care Poetry

Parental Leave

A poem based on this article.

Having kids is hard

Difficult on both parents

Sleepless nights…and days

All bleed together

A cacophony of stress

That saps energy

Babies, though, are great

With chubby cheeks and fat feet

But…we’re still tired

Four weeks? Laughable

Healing takes longer than that

Both emotional

And then physical

For a country so obsessed

With the birth of babes

It should be easy

To both have a baby and

Have time with baby.

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Climate Current Events Poetry

The future of energy

Or the future of exploitation?

A poem inspired by this article.

New energy source.

Renewable energy.

Sounds pretty great right?

Of course it sounds great

We all want to fix the world

But…what is the cost?

“Future Energy”

Also means “future profits”

And…exploitation

Ok..So what?

When there’s money made

There’s people to profit from

And land to ruin

It’s not the future

If old practices are used

We must do better

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Poetry

The Fickleness of Failure

Saturday Free-Write

Failure is such a fickle emotion

It’s a sneaky one too

It creeps within you at the most inopportune times.

Like a virus, invading your cells, and replicating itself in your thoughts

It can be triggered by a sunset

Or a crack in your voice while you speak

In a yoga class

Or right before you sleep.

The worst part is it’s ever changing.

Sometimes your past replays in your mind

Tumbling in a haze of emotions and clips of your life.

Sometimes failure grips you even when you’re happy.

It’s the feeling that asks you, did you do enough?

Are you enough?

I don’t have a simple cure.

Failure is fickle, after all.

One step forward, two steps back – as they say.

Even though I don’t know who “they” are.

What you do have, though, is a choice.

The feeling of failure, that may be endemic.

But…your choices define who you are…

Choose to keep going.

Because eventually, the failure will either seem small and inconsequential.

Or, you’ll have climbed the peak.

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Current Events Haiku Health Care Local Government Poetry

Let’s Do This Thing!

Children over Five

Can now get vaccinated

Do it fast and now

Covid is still here

And there is a solution

It’s…vaccination

Ok…So What?

The pandemic has

Impacted children so much

See, for example:

A loss of parent

Schools with rolling qurantines

And anxiety

To “save the children”

We must vaccinate children

Like…we’ve been doing

That’s why we don’t have

Polio and Chicken Pox

So, let’s do this friends!

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