Last Thursday was Thanksgiving. As an Indigenous person, this colonizer holiday always feels so strange to me.
My wife and I went to my mother’s farm on Thanksgiving Day, but when it came time to eat, I really couldn’t stomach the holiday standbys of mashed potatoes, Stove-Top stuffing, and candied yams, mostly because of the mass slaughter of Indigenous people.
Having skipped the traditional celebration and its obligatory holiday fare altogether, I decided the real feast would come later—in burger form.