A vegan Thanksgiving is more sustainable and animal cruelty free. Supporting semen being sucked out with a straw from 46 million male turkeys’ anuses each year is cruel. But having Thanksgiving at all is not necessarily cruelty free. The only ethical way to celebrate Thanksgiving is to spend it educating yourself on indigenous rights.
“Happy Thanksgiving” I am so thankful for the Native Americans who continue to fight for their rights, their lands, refuse to abide by the societal expectations of pretending nothing terrible happened to their ancestors on this holiday.
As we are having a beautiful Thanksgiving feast with our families and friends, remember that today is a national day of mourning for native Americans across the country. So while you’re thinking, “wow, this holiday is so incredible and based upon gratefulness and love between humans,” please don’t forget that thousands upon thousands of Native Americans have been brutally murdered in cold blood (partly) for their lands by white colonizers.
And this question shocks me… but how many people across the country will celebrate Thanksgiving today having never even engaged with or met a native person, can’t name five tribes, can’t name the tribe whose lands they occupy or even can’t name a living native person?
So… why not celebrate gratitude daily? It is one of the most important self-care practices a person can do. Daily practices rather than on just one day covered by blood which is just another white supremacist holiday. I’m not saying we should completely cut Thanksgiving from our yearly tradition but being less arrogant and realizing what this holiday truly represents. Being “woke” can be very emotionally taxing and difficult to talk about; but it’s worth doing the right thing rather than taking the easy way out and staying silent.
Ignorance is not bliss. Even though it would be much easier not to post about these topics and just pretend today is a wonderful day of giving thanks…like everyone else does… so I don’t hurt any proud Americans’ feelings. If you’re not speaking the truth, you’re part of the problem.
So bon appétit, but don’t forget! As we celebrate thanks, for Native Americans Thanksgiving is a reminder of the genocide of millions of their people, the theft of their lands, and the assault on their culture and history of colonial violence.
I am optimistic and curious
I wonder how this world works
I hear raindrops dancing on the roof
I see the lightning hiding behind mountains
I taste the sky covered with dark clouds
I smell the wild wind blowing over
I want to fly under the sunshine
I am optimistic and curious
I pretend we have good weather today
I believe tomorrow will be better
I feel unicorns do exist
I touch the clouds with my fingers
I worry I can’t do it alone
I cry for my melted ice cream
I laugh when others cry for their melted ice cream
I am optimistic and curious
I understand sometimes life can be hard
I say everything will be fine
I dream that peace will be around us all the time
I try thinking about nothing
I hope I can change the world once upon a time
I am optimistic and curious
It’s so sad that we live in time where we have to march for facts.
Our democracy, planet, and justice are being eroded away.
Why are women’s bodies more regulated than guns?
Women’s rights are human rights.
Why are we destroying the one and only place we have to live?
There is no planet B.
How come people are persecuted and judged by their beliefs, place of origin, and skin color?
We are all immigrants.
Why do people who are black have to constantly fear being arrested even if they are innocent?
Black lives matter.
Why can’t people love who they want?
How come six in ten LGBT+ students report feeling unsafe at school because of their sexual orientation?
People can love who they want.
How come one out of six women are sexually assaulted in their lifetime? How come women are paid less than men?
Pay me more, touch me less.
It’s time to ditch Putin’s bitch and stand up for what’s right.
Our democracy, planet, and justice are being eroded away, and we must stop this.
One thing comes to mind when the subject of time travel is brought up, regret. If anyone was to ever go back in time, I guarantee they would change something. After all, every one regrets something.
Everyone wishes the world was different. Many people wonder how they could change the world if they could go back in time. “I would stop Hitler from rising to power,” is perhaps the most common one.
I wonder if people in the future would think about going back in time to the present and changing the way it is right now. I wonder if anyone would look at our world and say, “I wish I could go back and change it all, stop the wars and feed the ones in need. I would make it right and provide work for the poor and stop corruption.”
Let’s not regret our present and do what we can now to make our world better.
A man covered in soot walks into the desert.
He goes there, not to stain the desert with his blackness.
But to make peace between a fox and a snake.
A leader angry and dejected receives the blackened man.
Do the talks go well?
Yes the man and a leader walk arm and arm.
Their cooperation brings a sense of security to the desert.
Not all are happy however.
The snake bites repeatedly stabbing the man with his fang.
The leader and the blackened man do not care.
They part ways but remember each other.
Both will never forget what they promised.
The desert was once a peaceful place.
Dangers that existed were simply sand and time.
The Eagle however was not happy.
Collision and building of a great city shook the eagle.
Thus to take vengeance he flew to the desert.
The desert’s people could do little against the Eagle.
Although their leader was wrong he did not deserve an attack.
Those under the Eagle speak of why the desert was attacked.
The true reason lies in nourishment.
Nourishment of body.
Nourishment of machine.
Nourishment of the world.
The Eagle shatters the quietness of the desert.
Victory comes swiftly as the Eagle steals the life of the desert.
Only the buzz of a the car rolling on the freeway.
Above her head, black expanse broken by the single, flickering light of a plane.
That was the first time she ever truly wished she could run, escape. Get out of this stuffy car. Away from all of the stress and pressure. To find Some reprieve, Some momentary peace, Somewhere far away.
If only she could be on that plane that was slowly crossing the night sky. If only she could switch lives with the driver that drove parallel to the car she was in. If she could leave…if. If.
Oh, and how she wanted to SCREAM. It seemed sometimes that was the only way to keep her sanity. To scream. But she could not.
She couldn’t bear telling her father, who was sitting behind the wheel. No, that would break his heart. He didn’t need to know. Nobody needs to know.
So, muffled, in her thoughts, she was screaming. Her eyes silently staring ahead.
Miles to go until she got to her destination.
And miles to go until she could start living her life like she wants to.
It’s very hard not to get sad when thinking about the world and how horrible a place it can be. It’s very hard to remember the other lives that are being abused today, when my life is so easy. It’s very hard when you know you can’t fix these problems that plague society. It makes my blood boil.
Right now, people are living in fear. In fear of their government, in fear of their people, in fear of disease, in fear of something.
Burma, Southeast Asia, 2007.
Monks are holy and sacred figures, the symbols of peace and humanity in Burma. They are religious leaders who focus on the tranquility of life and don’t involve themselves in politics, that is, until the summer of 2007.
The political standing of Burma is corrupt, savage, and inhumane to put it lightly. The government, an organization of people meant to protect the welfare of their fellow Burmese, has caged their people and censored the news. Their goal was to disband people, to prevent civilians from joining together because two people are stronger than one, and 100 people are stronger than 10. Nobody speaks in fear of being taken by undercover government officials. Their voices aren’t heard. The people are mute. The people are afraid. The people are waiting for an answer, for a solution.
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After holding many fund-raising events for Invisible Children, student council encourage students to participate in the Exchange Peace event. We can make peace pals with students from all over the world. Last year we exchange with students in Uganda.
This year we are going to exchange with students in India. It is very easy for students to be one part of this event. Every student receive a little card which requires them to draw a picture related to peace and write a short message to those students.
We will send the cards to India and later the Indian students will send the same cards to us. Although it is just a simple card exchanging event, the meaning for this event is to create a global peace, because there are still many children like those in Uganda are suffering from the civil war in their country.