As someone who has been boycotting, fasting, and otherwise resisting Thanksgiving for the better part of two decades as part of a much greater and ever evolving praxis, I have reached the end of my understanding and patience for y’all eating away your complacency and making excuses for it year after year.
Further, if you can mental gymnastic your way to a third helping square in the face of everything happening in the culture and in the greater world right now, and if you can do this while considering yourself my comrade and friend, it’s only a matter of time before my trust in you to have access to details of my life becomes a genuine liability for me, and that is not acceptable.
It signifies and encapsulates the white supremacist right to comfort cognitive dissonance and straight up cowardice that makes you someone who is unsafe for me to be aligned with as a radical leftist “terrorist” enemy of the state.
It’s also just fucking gross and disappointing and makes me feel disgusted and unsafe, and frankly, that alone is enough.
A line in the sand is drawn today: I do not entertain fellow white settlers justifications for going out of their way to whitewash or legitimize or slather “friendsgiving” lipstick on the ongoing ethnic cleansing of Turtle Island, and I am no longer arguing or trying to drag people along with me and my anti-imperialist convictions which have become baseline requirements in my significant personal relationships.
Your quiet personal choices do matter, and they reflect upon your character, and whether you receive my heart or simply my civility and support for your basic human rights in the future.
My people are out there, and so are yours, so if some level of closeness or familiarity, appreciated thus far as it may be, dies on this hill? Then so be it. You have exactly 363 days left to figure your fucking shit out.