Elenamary

After the age of eight or so every prayer at my house ended with the line “And let them understand what they do to the rabbits is wrong, in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit, Amen.” It started after our dad took us to some festival with a trailer showing videos and offering information on animal testing. We saw how they shaved the hair of the rabbits, how they held their little heads so that they couldn’t move. My sister and I became vegetarians.

Last Thanksgiving, my mother’s home was filled with Zapotec Indians. Zapoteco was their first language, Spanish their second and none of them spoke English. My sister asked everyone, if they knew why we didn’t have to work this day. No one knew. “Because white people came and killed off all our people.” This was followed by each of us going around the room and giving thanks for something in our lives.

Anyway, no matter how you spend today, whether it be eating a tofurky with friends, surrounded by dysfunctional family, the drunk aunt, the racist uncle, at the kiddie table, remember it could always be worse you could be having thanksgiving with my family.

Cartoon editorial below in the extended entry.

From Spirit Connection Store: The Real First Thanksgiving