WHAT’S PLAYING: Evanescence “Good Enough”
Growing up on the reservation, my family never celebrated Thanksgiving. When I was nine years old, I moved in with my father and transferred to a new school. That year, my teacher decided to cast me in the Thanksgiving Day play as “Indian Squaw #1” and invited my entire family to witness my acting debut.
Everything was going fine until one of my uncles—who had fortified himself with copious amounts of whiskey—decided to give my fourth grade class a history lesson.
In between bad acting and even worse singing, my uncle lectured the rest of the audience on broken treaties, smallpox, massacres, and other examples of European perfidy. When I stepped forward to present the plaster turkey to “Male Pilgrim #1,” my uncle jumped to his feet and shouted, “Don’t do it! They’re going to screw us!”
I was so startled by the outburst that I dropped the turkey. It hit the floor and shattered, effectively ending the play and my short-lived acting career.
Still, this is my favorite time of year, when people express gratitude for what they have while lending their thoughts and prayers to those less fortunate.
Who am I kidding? I’m just in it for the food.