“We didn’t land on Plymouth Rock. The rock was landed on us.”—Malcolm X
“Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.”—George Orwell
In A People’s History of the United States, first published in 1980 and widely adopted in high schools, Howard Zinn argues that all history-writing is shaped by choices, just as mapmaking is. A cartographer decides what to enlarge, what to shrink, and what to leave out entirely; those decisions create a perspective, not a neutral mirror of reality. Historians, Zinn contends, do the same (but more than that, as we shall see): what they highlight or omit reflects ideology, political interests, and values (and, I must add, tribal affinity). He uses the analogy to insist that objectivity in history is impossible, because the historian must always select from an overwhelming number of facts—and those selections inevitably reflect a standpoint, usually that of governments, elites, or victors.
The analogy is true enough in science, as well, and thus crashes on the shores of a necessary truth. Yet it has proved useful to those who claim that truth is determined by power and standpoint, and that a marginal standpoint can legitimately revise history in the pursuit of power—a hallmark of postmodernist thought.
Below, I quote Zinn at length so readers can see exactly the perspective and politics I am criticizing in this essay—a politics I once endorsed myself, for example, in a 2012 talk to educators, A Culturally Competent and Democratic Pedagogy.
“To state the facts,” Zinn writes, “and then to bury them in a mass of other information is to say to the reader with a certain infectious calm: yes, mass murder took place, but it’s not that important—it should weigh very little in our final judgments; it should affect very little what we do in the world.”
He then deploys the mapmaker analogy:
“It is not that the historian can avoid emphasis of some facts and not of others. This is as natural to him as to the mapmaker, who, in order to produce a usable drawing for practical purposes, must first flatten and distort the shape of the earth, then choose out of the bewildering mass of geographic information those things needed for the purpose of this or that particular map.”
Zinn concedes that selection, simplification, and emphasis are inevitable for both cartographers and historians. But, he insists,
“My argument cannot be against [them],” he writes. “The map-maker’s distortion is a technical necessity for a common purpose shared by all people who need maps. The historian’s distortion is more than technical; it is ideological; it is released into a world of contending interests, where any chosen emphasis supports (whether the historian means to or not) some kind of interest, whether economic or political or racial or national or sexual.”
The ideological interest, Zinn continues, is never openly expressed the way a mapmaker’s technical interest is obvious. Instead, traditional history is presented “as if all readers of history had a common interest which historians serve to the best of their ability.” This is not intentional deception; historians have simply been trained in a society that treats knowledge as a technical problem of excellence rather than as a weapon in the hands of contending classes, nations, and races.
At the core of Zinn’s project is the smuggling in of a primitive ethic: that the living are responsible—not for historiography, but for the actual deeds of past generations. Otherwise, why would any historian’s “ideological” rendering of the past matter at all? If traditional historians distort history to evade collective, intergenerational responsibility, then the responsible progressive historian must rediscover or emphasize the facts they omit or downplay. The entire endeavor only makes sense if one first accepts that collective, intergenerational responsibility is something the living ought to bear—and bear in a way that justifies altering present arrangements.
I reject that premise, as I made clear on Thanksgiving 2021 in Awokening to the Meaning of Thanksgiving. “Thanksgiving is about the living. It’s not about corpses—except for the dearly departed we remember together,” I wrote. “Those who want everybody to dwell in a narrative of collective guilt have way too much influence in today’s world. We need to be more forceful in our insistence that they sit the fuck down.”
I put the matter bluntly, I know. I was frustrated. I still am. Every time I hear a land acknowledgment at a ceremony or meeting, I sigh and roll my eyes. If I were inclined to be more disruptive, I would say something. Instead, I redirect the frustration into essays.
Two years later, in Giving Thanks Amid Uncertainty and Hopeful Developments, I wrote:
“I hope I never have a day in my life when I won’t or can’t be thankful for living in the greatest republic that ever existed—the United States of America. Although I am not responsible for the actions of those now dead and gone, I can be thankful for my ancestors who founded, built, and defended this great nation. I worry about the future, though, not only because of the threats abroad, but also because of the rot inside. The enemies of America are in charge of the machinery of the republic. I’m not religious, but I know many of you are and will pray for America. I’m thankful for that, too. We need more than prayers, though. We need action.”
(We took that action in November 2024 and returned a transformational leader to the White House.)
What I want to do in the remainder of this essay—while I wait to celebrate the day with my nuclear family—is recover from manufactured forgetting key relevant facts about Thanksgiving and show that the claim that the holiday celebrates the genocide of indigenous peoples is a recent, thoroughgoing political reinterpretation, one that emerged long after the holiday’s traditions were firmly established in American culture.
The facts of the case are objective, not ideological. Thanksgiving developed not as a commemoration of conquest but as a moral and religious day of gratitude, shaped far more by nineteenth-century Protestant culture and the exigencies of the Civil War than by early colonial events—though those events supplied moments later generations felt worth remembering.
The colonial antecedents lie in seventeenth-century New England harvest celebrations. The best-known—the 1621 Plymouth gathering—was a modest festival attended by both Pilgrims and Wampanoag during a period of alliance and mutual dependence. It was neither intended nor understood at the time as a celebration of dispossession or violence.
When Malcolm X, in his 1963 Message to the Grassroots speech, uttered the phrase quoted at the top of this essay, he could not possibly have been talking about Africans. There were no African slaves at Plymouth (or for decades after). He was deconstructing the symbolism of Plymouth Rock as the founding of a great and peaceful nation by misleading his audience—just as journalist Nikole Hannah-Jones and The New York Times Magazine would decades later with the 1619 Project—about the history of America.
The national holiday we observe today, however, owes its form to Abraham Lincoln’s 1863 proclamation, issued amid a civil war, designating a day of gratitude, prayer, and unity. Whatever nostalgic connection we retain to the Plymouth story we learned in grade school (complete with hand-traced and crudely-decorated construction-paper turkeys stapled to corkboards), modern Thanksgiving has no connection to the Indian Wars or any narrative of conquest. To teach children that it does is educational malpractice—and malpractice in American public education is as rare as medical injury.
The association of Thanksgiving with genocide is a post-1960s critical narrative born of the convergence of American Indian political mobilization (AIM and related movements), broader progressive civil-rights activism, and the rise of postcolonial, revisionist historiography rooted in postmodern corruption of our sense-making institutions. Beginning with the 1970 National Day of Mourning, activists reframed Thanksgiving as a myth that obscures catastrophic population loss, displacement, and cultural destruction. For the anti-American activist, the holiday now symbolizes the start of a tragic trajectory rather than communal gratitude. To them it means the American project is invalid.
In this telling, the American story is exceptional in terms of ethnic oppression and genocide. Indeed, this is the only kind of American exceptionalism allowed—if one wishes to avoid being smeared as a white supremacist.
The 1621 gathering itself is not a myth; it happened. But turning Thanksgiving into a day of mourning is a political act of repurposing—a classic move of woke ideology, which demands that every American story be reexamined through the lens of power, race, and structural injustice.
(When critics remind me that “woke” is an old word whose meaning has changed, they are half-right: its first mainstream print appearance was in 1962, urging black Americans to “stay woke” to racial injustice. The core purpose, however, has not changed: to make permanent the perception that America is fundamentally unjust.)
The reinterpretation of the holiday as a symbol of genocide thus represents an intentional political shift in cultural sensibilities rather than the uncovering of a hidden historical truth. But the truth of Thanksgiving was never hidden—any more than the history of slavery was hidden. The trope of “hidden history” is itself a rhetorical device for manufacturing historical forgetting.
The youth of today are taught history not as an informative exercise, or even to educate the developing person about discernment in historiography and the importance of understanding biography and history; rather, the purpose of history education since the 1960s is pitched as the liberation of secret truths concealed by oppressors—white cisgendered Christian supremacists—to advance an imagined status quo manufactured forgetting means to valorize.
Many of us who grew up before the woke era experienced Thanksgiving as a day of family and reflection (even an atheist like me could participate culturally and feel loved), unburdened by subversive political desire. I say that so younger readers may pine for a world where not everything is politicized, where the woke gaze is diminished.
My generation (born 1962) always knew about the fate of indigenous peoples. We were horrified by aspects of that history, but we recognized it as history: deeds done by the dead, for which no living person bears responsibility—even if they inherited the spoils of conquest and colonization.
America is not exceptional in this way: World history is the story of conquest and colonization; American Indians themselves arrived in worlds shaped by earlier conquests.
Progressive history revises the past in order to delegitimize the present on the fallacious premise that each generation is responsible for the sins of its predecessors. That is a primitive ethic, one that the modern world rightly buried. It should never have been resurrected from its grave.
The future is open, but it is also constrained by the present order—some elements of which are worth preserving. When in Nineteen Eighty-Four Orwell quotes O’Brien, an Inner Party member, about the past, present, and future, he highlights for readers the power of shaping history to influence society and maintain authority.
Those in power, or who are in a position to capture it, manipulate collective memory by censoring and rewriting historical events to justify their ambitions. If the ruling class or some other determined group can convince people that past events occurred in a certain way, then they can shape beliefs, values, and expectations—and this control shapes future behavior to align with their interests.
Postmodernists are right about this—the one truth they cannot deny: control over historical narrative is a tool for political domination, as people’s understanding of the present and their vision of the future are deeply influenced by what they are taught about the past. For them, it’s all about discursive power (which depends on corruption and command of society’s institutions). For those who care about facts as really-existing things, it’s about truth and justice. This is why it is vital to the life of the free republic to prevent its youth from being taught to feel guilty about their nation’s past.
(For further reading on this topic, see my July 2021 essay The Zinn Effect: Lies Your Teachers Tell You.)











