Thanksgiving is a weird enough holiday with its colonialist undertones, but the consumer death cult holiday of Black Friday that follows the next day turns the weirdness up to 11. Add in the racism-powered police violence in the news lately (read: always), and this holiday becomes unfathomable to me. It’s a weirdness of dissonance, since the essential practices of Thanksgiving — family, feasting, refraining from work (hopefully) — are so nice, but it’s inevitably mixed in with a healthy helping of American violence.
I can’t really put it into words. I’ve been trying for an hour or so. A few minutes ago, I gave up and went to walk off the Thanksgiving lunch-dinner, and a short film I saw recently popped into my head. It says what I want to say without any words. I hope it speaks to you, too.