I amused my husband greatly by wishing him a “Happy Veterans Day” (he’s ex-military).
Hey, I come from India, where we wish each other Happy E..V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. Day.
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“Happy New Year!”
(That means, “It’s Holi! Yabba dabba doo! Let’s all run around and throw color on each other as we put on our sparkly new white clothes!” or words to that effect.)
Etc. etc. etc.
Contrary to what you might think, we are, by and large, happy people in India.
as I’ve gathered over my 10-ish years of living here, is one of those holidays that is “happy” for some (mostly Federal employees), and not that rambunctious for others.
There are always two sides to every story, and sometimes more.
I feel for all the groups that consider this commemoration an abomination.
How could I not, coming from a country that has been dominated for centuries by invaders, who did as much – if not more – bad as good over their time there?
However, those centuries have percolated their way through time and space into my genes, and made me – for better or worse – who I am today.
Would I love to live in a world
where there was no pestilence, where everyone loved their neighbors, where we didn’t scream and fight over crap?
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Of course I would.
But I live here. Now. Today.
And I have to make it as livable as possible for me and everyone I come into contact with.
I have to do the best I can.
Of course Columbus wasn’t perfect. Who is?
Nor was society then (and it sure as heck isn’t now).
But I have to wonder…
Was old CC simply doing the best he could?
My 13-year-old is quite worked up about CC. He says he cannot understand why he gets so much attention for not really discovering America. Things have changed since I was in school, that’s for sure.
BTW, I do love our neighbors and I don’t scream. But I do have too much crap. I need a giant turtle to haul it away!
Y’know, I was quite convinced that no one would bother to read/reply to this post, so thanks for proving me wrong, Alexandra. Tell your 13-year-old people get credit all the time for things they didn’t really discover/do. Sigh. Such is life.