Charles Trimble: Thanksgiving out among the colonized people

Opinion

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

A day after Thanksgiving several years ago, the Omaha World Herald carried a story about the Mesquakie reservation in Tama, Iowa and feelings of some of the tribal people about the holiday of Thanksgiving. Apparently the assignment was to gauge Indian attitudes in light of the fact that some national Indian leaders had expressed resentment about the holiday observance of yet another colonial imposition on Native peoples -- Thanksgiving.

But the Mesquakie people quoted in the newspaper article said essentially that the celebration to them was simply an annual getting together of family and friends. They didn’t feel themselves compelled to pray, feast and celebrate, and they held no bitterness. On the other hand, some said, they have plenty to be thankful for.

I suppose that their response pretty much typifies the majority of people in Indian Country – on the reservations and off.

My expert source on things historical, Nancy Gillis – executive, historian, teacher and Hunkapi sibling, tells a different story of the first Thanksgiving than that which American tradition has cooked up. As she tells it, “Thanksgiving is often depicted in an idyllic setting with starched-and-buckled pilgrims devoutly in prayer over a bountiful spread of turkey with all the trimmings, joined at the table by a small number of Indians, often shown wearing Plains tribal garb, although they dressed much differently back then.” But, in historical reality, she says, “it was an uneasy three-day meeting of the settlers and Wampanoag Indians to work out a peace and mutual-support agreement.”

She cites the notes of on-the-scene witness Edward Winslow who tells of three days “characterized by the smell of gun powder mingled with the aroma of roasting meat,” during which “great quantities of beer and wine were consumed.” In Winslow’s notes, he makes no mention of giving thanks to God or even to the Wampanoags, who brought almost all of the food.

So, the case might be made that the event doesn’t merit historical significance, certainly nothing to celebrate in such sanctimony. Nevertheless, I maintain that it isn’t something that warrants resentment and boycott either.

Native tribes have always celebrated thanksgiving in their harvest festivals (as did most European peoples). And it is one festival where Americans should take note that most of the fare on Thanksgiving tables today have origin in Native America.

The American natives had been self-sufficient for centuries before the white man arrived, and it was the food the Natives discovered and developed that nurtured the new nation through its infancy, to the profound regret of many of our people, I’m sure.

Since the dawn of warm-blooded life, man and beasts have stocked up in the autumn for survival through the winter months. Many people still try to relive that tradition, in hunt and in harvest, although super markets are more reliable providers. It represents the spirit of something that we have lost and that we always seek to find: the harvest and the hunt, and the salting and preserving of the bounty.

Brother Louie LaRose tells of a great role-reversal that plays out every fall hunting season on the Winnebago reservation here in Nebraska: the white hunters come out with bows and arrows, and the HoChunks with their 30-30s.

The weapons that the white archers use for hunting are something different than the small-but-powerful bows that a warrior would use to put an arrow clean through a bison bull from a horse on a dead run. The monsters used today are lightweight, forged-aluminum bows with all kinds of counterweights and pulleys and gun sights, and incorporating the latest technology to generate supersonic arrow speeds and pinpoint accuracy. Venison-on-the-hoof don’t stand a chance, nor do stump-dumb turkeys. Add to this electronic sound effects that can attract any critter on the ships log of Noah’s arc, and camouflage that, except for the neon orange hats, could make a man look like part of a forest. This all seems unsportsman-like, especially to the critters being hunted.

Nevertheless, the meat brought home tastes as good, I suppose, as it used to in more interesting times and places.

Out in Lakota country, foods preserved for winter have always been good and nutritious, as shown by the statuesque warriors that dominated the Northern Plains over the years. Buffalo meat and venison were staples, but there were also fish, fowl, wild turnips and wild fruit. Corn and beans could be had from the annual Lakota “harvests” which, as brother Roger Welsch tells it, always seemed to follow the harvests of neighboring Pawnee or Omaha villages.

Meats, berries and tubers were dried and cooked to supplement the hunted game, and nourished the camp throughout the winter.

In my growing up years, feasts back home have almost always included delicious soup made of papa saka (dried meat), wastunkala (dried corn), and timpsila (dried wild turnips), served with fried bread (some call frybread) and hot wakaliapi (coffee), and followed by wozapi (berry pudding). What wasn’t eaten at the meal was called wateca (wah te cha) and was taken home in tin syrup pails brought by the guests for that purpose.

Ah, for those wonderful times gone by. Oh well, I wish you a happy Thanksgiving dinner with whatever you can cook up, whoever you are, and wherever you are.

Charles “Chuck” Trimble, was born and raised on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, and is a member of the Oglala Lakota Nation. He was principal founder of the American Indian Press Association in 1970, and served as Executive Director of the National Congress of American Indians from 1972-1978. He is retired and lives in Omaha, NE. He can be contacted at cchuktrim@aol.com and his website is www.iktomisweb.com.