No Turkey for Me: Confessions of an Indian Militant
By Johnny P. Flynn in ReligionDispatches
I am an Indian militant. It is a name I wear with some ambivalence, like “Indian,” not my choice, but the alternatives for the sake of political correctness do not have the same power or panache.
While most Americans celebrate Thanksgiving this year, we will celebrate the fortieth anniversary of the occupation of Alcatraz Island by Indian militants, around the time the term was coined. I was too young at the time, but supported those making the ironic statement about the quality of our own lands “given” to our ancestors, and the broken promise that any federal lands not in use will revert back to the Indians.
While you eat turkey, we will fast, or eat hot dogs . .