For the longest time, Thanksgiving was my favorite holiday. It’s an occasion for people to gather and reflect on all the things they’re thankful for, which is in my opinion the most meaningful reason people can come together. But then, ofc, I learned about the American holiday’s terrible origins in colonization and betrayal, whitewashed over the years to make the day more palatable to larger, more gullible swathes of the populace, amongst whose number I had once been.
While I’m still grateful for the ability for loved ones to get together and count our blessings, I also think that it’s important for those of us who live here in the United States of America — and by extension Canada — to acknowledge and honor the First People who shared their bounty with others, asking nothing in return (and in far too many cases getting less than nothing, or receiving just outright cruelty or evil in exchange.) So I’m really glad that Nasugraq Rainey Hopson wrote this book, that talks about the origins of the Inupiaq Messenger Feast, a tradition of several native tribes of Alaska that has much in common with the modern celebration of Thanksgiving.
As legend has it, Pinay was the youngest of three brothers who lived with their parents in a rich part of the North. One by one, his older brothers disappeared, leaving him only an ornately carved bow hewn by the eldest and decorated by the middle brother with scenes indicating good hunting. Pinay himself grew to be an expert hunter, honoring the land and working with his parents to store the the food — meat, fish and vegetables — they collected to see out the lean seasons.