So we all know Thanksgiving is the bomb. A national holiday, and even if you didn't know much when you were little except LOL PILGRIMS and John Wayne, Thanksgiving was like getting rock 'em sock 'em robots. Loads of delicious goodies and treats plus you didn't have school. Sometimes it snowed and you could run outside and go sledding after. Cousins came over and played. You know, the good things in life.
I used to think that Thanksgiving was insulting to the Native Americans, that we would feast in honor of a people that we massacred. How dare we! But my opinion has since changed upon realizing that it was honoring the Native Americans by customarily getting together and sharing hospitality with friends and family. It's a toast to the generosity a native people showed people on the brink of starvation so many centuries ago. Perhaps we have forgotten this and attribute thanks to our deities or friends and family, and I certainly think it should be a day of giving and appreciation.
However, the day after, and increasingly, Thanksgiving day, is being consumed by an ugly monster rearing its head year after year, growing more fierce each bout. Black Friday, it's called. A venture by businesses to give the best deals of the year before Christmas, inspiring a crowd of people to go out and shop with a blood fever of consumerism. And indeed, this fever kills some in the process, and we have all heard stories about fights breaking out over the last of an item. This, all due to some corporations who are exploiting the opportunity -- an impending Christmas -- to increase the size of their own pocket books.
How dare them! Or so I wish to shout from the top of rooftops. It is perhaps more insulting that not only is this behavior directly selfish and destroys the meaning of Thanksgiving, but also implicates complete disrespect -- to the point of hate speech -- of the Native Americans. Because once again, we Americans are exploiting them once again. We had once celebrated their generosity, and now we take it for granted and turn it into profitable and selfish ventures? How many retail workers must give up their holiday to go to an understaffed and overworked environment?
It is this, I fear, that is destroying American culture. Our own greed rears it's ugly head. Am I but the lone soul that sees it? Surely we cannot let another year pass without voicing ourselves. Enough of this exploitation, I say. The days of when we exploit people for material items should have ended with the pilgrims, but we have not learned our lesson after four centuries. Shame on me, shame on you, shame on us.
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