Would You Like A Little History With Your Turkey and Mashed Potatoes?

“The National Day of Mourning is an annual protest organized since 1970 by Native Americans of New England on the fourth Thursday of November, the same day as Thanksgiving in the United States. It coincides with an unrelated but similar protest, Unthanksgiving Day, held on the West Coast.”

While most of us in America are happily sitting down to a table filled with favorite foods of all types, saying grace with our families and friends, thanking a higher power for all of our blessings, it might be good for us to know the fuller story of the history of the Pilgrims and the American Indians, from another, truer perspective than the one we were spoon-fed by educators over the past 350 years.

The real story might not sit well with some, might surprise others, or might be a reminder of how the truth of an event can change drastically in the re-telling of it by people with various and sundry motives – kind of like the telling of the story of what exactly happened in Ferguson, MO, this past summer, and what the grand jury there was spoon-fed by the prosecutor in order to get the result he wanted all along, a “no true bill” decision.

…a very different story, indeed.

The following is taken from “the suppressed speech of Wamsutta. To have been delivered at Plymouth, Massachusetts, 1970.”

To summarize, from here, “Since 1921, the 300th year after the first Thanksgiving, the Commonwealth of Massachusetts stages an annual reenactment of Thanksgiving. People gather at a church on the site of the Pilgrims’ original meeting house, in 17th century costume. After prayers and a sermon, they march to Plymouth Rock. This annual event had become a tourist attraction.

“The United American Indians of New England (“UAINE”) organized the first National Day of Mourning on the 350th anniversary of the Pilgrims’ arrival on Wampanoag land. The Commonwealth of Massachusetts planned to celebrate friendly relations between English ancestors and the Wampanoag. Wampanoag leader Frank James, also known as Wamsutta, was invited to make a speech at the celebration. But, when the anniversary planners reviewed his speech in advance, they decided it was not appropriate for the celebration. The reason given was, “…the theme of the anniversary celebration is brotherhood and anything inflammatory would have been out of place.”



To have been delivered at Plymouth, Massachusetts, 1970


Three hundred fifty years after the Pilgrims began their invasion of the land of the Wampanoag, their “American” descendants planned an anniversary celebration. Still clinging to the white schoolbook myth of friendly relations between their forefathers and the Wampanoag, the anniversary planners thought it would be nice to have an Indian make an appreciative and complimentary speech at their state dinner. Frank James was asked to speak at the celebration. He accepted. The planners, however , asked to see his speech in advance of the occasion, and it turned out that Frank James’ views – based on history rather than mythology – were not what the Pilgrims’ descendants wanted to hear. Frank James refused to deliver a speech written by a public relations person. Frank James did not speak at the anniversary celebration. If he had spoken, this is what he would have said:

I speak to you as a man — a Wampanoag Man. I am a proud man, proud of my ancestry, my accomplishments won by a strict parental direction (“You must succeed – your face is a different color in this small Cape Cod community!”). I am a product of poverty and discrimination from these two social and economic diseases. I, and my brothers and sisters, have painfully overcome, and to some extent we have earned the respect of our community. We are Indians first – but we are termed “good citizens.” Sometimes we are arrogant but only because society has pressured us to be so.

It is with mixed emotion that I stand here to share my thoughts. This is a time of celebration for you – celebrating an anniversary of a beginning for the white man in America. A time of looking back, of reflection. It is with a heavy heart that I look back upon what happened to my People.

Even before the Pilgrims landed it was common practice for explorers to capture Indians, take them to Europe and sell them as slaves for 220 shillings apiece. The Pilgrims had hardly explored the shores of Cape Cod for four days before they had robbed the graves of my ancestors and stolen their corn and beans. Mourt’s Relation describes a searching party of sixteen men. Mourt goes on to say that this party took as much of the Indians’ winter provisions as they were able to carry.

Massasoit, the great Sachem of the Wampanoag, knew these facts, yet he and his People welcomed and befriended the settlers of the Plymouth Plantation. Perhaps he did this because his Tribe had been depleted by an epidemic. Or his knowledge of the harsh oncoming winter was the reason for his peaceful acceptance of these acts. This action by Massasoit was perhaps our biggest mistake. We, the Wampanoag, welcomed you, the white man, with open arms, little knowing that it was the beginning of the end; that before 50 years were to pass, the Wampanoag would no longer be a free people.

What happened in those short 50 years? What has happened in the last 300 years? History gives us facts and there were atrocities; there were broken promises – and most of these centered around land ownership. Among ourselves we understood that there were boundaries, but never before had we had to deal with fences and stone walls. But the white man had a need to prove his worth by the amount of land that he owned. Only ten years later, when the Puritans came, they treated the Wampanoag with even less kindness in converting the souls of the so-called “savages.” Although the Puritans were harsh to members of their own society, the Indian was pressed between stone slabs and hanged as quickly as any other “witch.”

And so down through the years there is record after record of Indian lands taken and, in token, reservations set up for him upon which to live. The Indian, having been stripped of his power, could only stand by and watch while the white man took his land and used it for his personal gain. This the Indian could not understand; for to him, land was survival, to farm, to hunt, to be enjoyed. It was not to be abused. We see incident after incident, where the white man sought to tame the “savage” and convert him to the Christian ways of life. The early Pilgrim settlers led the Indian to believe that if he did not behave, they would dig up the ground and unleash the great epidemic again.

The white man used the Indian’s nautical skills and abilities. They let him be only a seaman — but never a captain. Time and time again, in the white man’s society, we Indians have been termed “low man on the totem pole.”

Has the Wampanoag really disappeared? There is still an aura of mystery. We know there was an epidemic that took many Indian lives – some Wampanoags moved west and joined the Cherokee and Cheyenne. They were forced to move. Some even went north to Canada! Many Wampanoag put aside their Indian heritage and accepted the white man’s way for their own survival. There are some Wampanoag who do not wish it known they are Indian for social or economic reasons.

What happened to those Wampanoags who chose to remain and live among the early settlers? What kind of existence did they live as “civilized” people? True, living was not as complex as life today, but they dealt with the confusion and the change. Honesty, trust, concern, pride, and politics wove themselves in and out of their [the Wampanoags’] daily living. Hence, he was termed crafty, cunning, rapacious, and dirty.

History wants us to believe that the Indian was a savage, illiterate, uncivilized animal. A history that was written by an organized, disciplined people, to expose us as an unorganized and undisciplined entity. Two distinctly different cultures met. One thought they must control life; the other believed life was to be enjoyed, because nature decreed it. Let us remember, the Indian is and was just as human as the white man. The Indian feels pain, gets hurt, and becomes defensive, has dreams, bears tragedy and failure, suffers from loneliness, needs to cry as well as laugh. He, too, is often misunderstood.

The white man in the presence of the Indian is still mystified by his uncanny ability to make him feel uncomfortable. This may be the image the white man has created of the Indian; his “savageness” has boomeranged and isn’t a mystery; it is fear; fear of the Indian’s temperament!

High on a hill, overlooking the famed Plymouth Rock, stands the statue of our great Sachem, Massasoit. Massasoit has stood there many years in silence. We the descendants of this great Sachem have been a silent people. The necessity of making a living in this materialistic society of the white man caused us to be silent. Today, I and many of my people are choosing to face the truth. We ARE Indians!

Although time has drained our culture, and our language is almost extinct, we the Wampanoags still walk the lands of Massachusetts. We may be fragmented, we may be confused. Many years have passed since we have been a people together. Our lands were invaded. We fought as hard to keep our land as you the whites did to take our land away from us. We were conquered, we became the American prisoners of war in many cases, and wards of the United States Government, until only recently.

Our spirit refuses to die. Yesterday we walked the woodland paths and sandy trails. Today we must walk the macadam highways and roads. We are uniting We’re standing not in our wigwams but in your concrete tent. We stand tall and proud, and before too many moons pass we’ll right the wrongs we have allowed to happen to us.

We forfeited our country. Our lands have fallen into the hands of the aggressor. We have allowed the white man to keep us on our knees. What has happened cannot be changed, but today we must work towards a more humane America, a more Indian America, where men and nature once again are important; where the Indian values of honor, truth, and brotherhood prevail.

You the white man are celebrating an anniversary. We the Wampanoags will help you celebrate in the concept of a beginning. It was the beginning of a new life for the Pilgrims. Now, 350 years later it is a beginning of a new determination for the original American: the American Indian.

There are some factors concerning the Wampanoags and other Indians across this vast nation. We now have 350 years of experience living amongst the white man. We can now speak his language. We can now think as a white man thinks. We can now compete with him for the top jobs. We’re being heard; we are now being listened to. The important point is that along with these necessities of everyday living, we still have the spirit, we still have the unique culture, we still have the will and, most important of all, the determination to remain as Indians. We are determined, and our presence here this evening is living testimony that this is only the beginning of the American Indian, particularly the Wampanoag, to regain the position in this country that is rightfully ours.


September 10, 1970

Of course, there are two, or more, sides to every story, but it would have been nice if we had all been given THIS side of the story when growing up so we could have weighed all sides and made up our own minds as to the veracity of the only version we were taught from a young age.

However you celebrate this week, I wish you all a peaceful celebration,

Bex & Family


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8 Responses to Would You Like A Little History With Your Turkey and Mashed Potatoes?

  1. Eric Mayer says:

    Thanks. Very enlightening. It’s a shame we are fed so much garbage/propaganda in our school history classes. The Indians might have been “savages” by European standards but is our greed based society really better and happier? I think not.


  2. TopsyTurvy says:

    I found it a bit odd that the writer of some of that article was a bit of a royalist. He terms Wamsutta of royal blood, though the Indians wouldn’t have seen themselves that way. The position of Massasoit (which is a leader, not a person’s name) is hereditary – but I wouldn’t call it royal. For example, unlike the English government of the time, the Wampanoag were a matriarchal society, with all wealth and lands passing down to the daughters.

    It was a confusing time of uneasy relationships. The Wampanoag, having lost 90% of their people to illness, most likely would have needed the settlers to survive. I mean, lets say that when the Pilgrims landed there were 30,000 Wampanoag spread thru the area. Afterwards, there would have been only around 300! And that’s spread out and with some of them still in ill health.

    Oh, and if I remember correctly, it wasn’t the Pilgrims who sold some of the Indians into slavery. It was the Puritans, who came about 20 years later.


  3. Bex says:

    FYI, here is some history of the original “Wamsutta”

    Wamsutta, the original

    So when Mr. James took the nickname of Wamsutta, he was honoring the original from the 1600’s in Massachusetts.


  4. Irene Bean says:

    The history is grim – so much of history is grim. I look at the grim history being written today.

    Your research is amazing. I’m always impressed.

    My family has made it to the mountain. The joy is unstoppable.

    Best wishes to you and your family. xoxo


  5. TopsyTurvy says:

    Um, wow. I guess I prefer to think that, as happens so often, the truth is probably some where in the middle – and I say that as a registered American Indian.

    Maybe life isn’t all that dry and couched in scholarly tones most of the time, but I think I prefer the much labored upon history that is being brought together over time at Wikipedia. Frank James’ speech (he is not Wamsutta) is more than a little angry and self-serving, not to mention it ranges freely, taking and ignoring what it wishes from history.

    I think I’d rather stick with this version. History of the Wampanoag People


  6. Bex, Nice photo. Thanks for sharing.

    Interesting article. On going illusions.


  7. Bex says:

    Thanks Sandy… you are a true friend. And you know how much I’m thinking of you right now, after all you’ve been through these past two weeks. You are always there sitting inside my heart, in your special place.



  8. sandy freel says:

    Thank you…I learned a lot that I didn’t know about..
    Your blogs always make my mind work .


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