My eldest three children attend Martin Luther King Elementary. The school used to be called Herbert Hoover Elementary, but the name was changed a few years ago to pander to the PC police in our town. (Typical!)
Yesterday, the kids came home with their Thanksgiving artwork, which consisted primarily of cut-outs and drawings of vegetables. My six-year-old, Noah, brought home a paper turkey that he made by tracing his beautiful little hand and drawing on a face. My seven-year-old, Christian, drew a picture of food groups you find in a Thanksgiving dinner, and Hannah, my oldest, made a cornucopia collage of pictures cut from magazines. I have proudly displayed their pictures in the kitchen.
I couldn’t help but noticing, however, what was missing from their artwork. Where are the Pilgrims? Where are the Indian head-dresses with feathers stapled to a paper band? Where is the picture of Pilgrims and Indians shaking hands? Their absence borders on blaspheme in my book (which is, of course, the Bible).
When I asked the kids what they learned about the first Thanksgiving, they drew a blank. Not a single one of their teachers told them the true story of how the Pilgrims and the Indians laid down their weapons and joined together to feast on the fruits of the land in peace and harmony. Not a single one of their teachers talked about how Thanksgiving is supposed to be a time to express thanks to the Glory of God and the bounty He provides us here in this great country.
Hannah’s teacher told the class that the Indians don’t like to talk about Thanksgiving anymore. She also told the children that there wasn’t really a “first Thanksgiving” and that it wasn’t even a holiday until the time of the War of Northern Aggression (of course, her teacher calls it the “Civil War” – but taking away states’ rights is not very civil in my book). And, of course, I’m certainly not surprised that they didn’t talk about Who we are supposed to be “Thanking” on “Thanks”giving. That would bring out the ACLU!
I don’t know about you, but I’m getting fed up with all the political correctness that goes on at that school. My husband and I are discussing taking the kids out so I can home school them and make sure they learn the Truth and not just some PC-police-approved pabulum.
In the mean time, Hannah and the twins are helping me make a big batch of corn bread for tomorrow’s dressing while the boys are running around the house hooting like a pack of wild Injuns, wearing home-made, mother-approved Indian head-dresses. That’s what Thanksgiving is supposed to be about. After you give thanks to God, of course!
Have a Happy and Godly Thanksgiving everyone!