I’ve noted in the past that for empty-nested, retired folks, holidays are when the banks are closed and there’s no mail delivery, but I’ll happily let Arlo & Janis (AMS) make the point again.
The United States has two levels of federal holidays: Those we actually observe — New Year’s Day, Memorial Day, Independence Day, Labor Day, Thanksgiving and Christmas — and those where we close the schools, banks and post offices but that’s it, like Martin Luther King’s Birthday, Columbus Day, Veteran’s Day, Washington’s Birthday and, now, Juneteenth.
Call those “Federal Inconvenience Days,” because you won’t get mail and, if you have kids, you need to arrange for child care, but that’s about it. Unless you’re retired, you’ve still got to go to work.
I’m pointing this out in part to complain and in part to explain it to dumbfounded readers in other countries who think “holiday” means … y’know … that it’s a holiday.
We wouldn’t have become the top economy in the world with an attitude like that.
As David Cohen points out, the Christopher Columbus Fan Club has their knickers in a deep knot because this half-holiday is under attack by people who aren’t so sure Columbus was such a hero after all.
Which is a reasonable objection to the day, since it’s not like we found out later what a ghastly genocidal slavemaking corrupt villain he was. He was arrested at the time for his horrific treatment of the native people and for overall corruption, but was found not guilty on the basis of having made a lot of money for his royal sponsors.
Same folks who also directed the Spanish Inquisition — which wasn’t nearly as humorous at the time as it seemed later on Monty Python — and who issued the Alhambra Decree.
So it wasn’t just about Indians, if that’s any comfort.
Also, Washington Irving’s bogus biography aside, everybody already knew that the world was round. But telling Columbus loyalists that is like asking fundamentalists if Noah had kangaroos on the Ark.
It may amuse you but it won’t shake their faith.
Lalo Alcaraz sounds a familiar note at La Cucaracha (AMS), imagining if the natives then had been as intolerant and unwelcoming as nativists are today.
The history is more complex: Some of the indigenous people were welcoming and some were hostile and some of the Europeans were humble and respectful and some were hostile and if you think everyone on one side were one way and everyone on the other side were the opposite, you are the racist, whichever side you identify with.
Spaniards are not Dutch are not English are not French, and Carib are not Penobscot are not Lakota are not Pueblan. People are people, so why should it be you and I should get along so awfully?
There is this bit of good news, according to an article in El Pais:
Researchers have confirmed that the remains housed in a tomb at Seville Cathedral belong to Christopher Columbus with “absolute reliability,” according to forensic scientist José Antonio Lorente, a professor of Legal Medicine at the University of Granada in Spain. This conclusion comes after more than 20 years of research and the application of cutting-edge DNA analysis techniques.
So he’s not only merely dead, he’s really most sincerely dead.
Joe Heller puts a twist on another old joke, the Stan Freberg classic:
What you mean, discover us? We discover you!
You discovered us?
Certainly! We discover you on beach here. Is all how you look at it.
Yeah, I never thought of that.
The joke is that Columbus is blissfully sure of himself, the natives are well aware that he’s wrong, and the dark laughter comes in mocking the arrogance behind a tragedy.
Flipping the script is often an effective argument, and this 1994 David Horsey cartoon was a high point in my editorial cartooning presentation for high schools because they got it immediately, from the arrogant sneer on the speaker’s face to his companion’s side-eye disapproval to the happy scene of better people in the background.
Their laughter over the gag made a good opening for pointing out that the Thanksgiving Story was a myth in the first place, drummed up in the 19th Century to encourage immigrants to come to a nation that needed them in its mines and factories, and to farm the land alongside its sprawling railroads.
The fact is that the cheerful story of the friendly, welcoming natives was a snapshot of a fleeting moment which quickly turned to tragedy and bloodshed, and that Horsey’s parody contained far more truth than the happy pageants of construction paper feathers and shoe buckles they’d been given in grade school.
We still need a holiday to celebrate the harvest; few cultures in the temperate zone fail to observe the time of year most harvests occur.
I just don’t think we need a holiday on which we pretend to a history that barely happened and certainly didn’t persist, either in October or November. I’m equally sure, for all the Festivus jokes, that a holiday on which to air grievances would be unhealthy, unpleasant and divisive.
Theoretically, however, it would be nice to cancel both holidays in favor of a National Reconciliation Day.
People debate how Memorial Day started and who first marked the graves of our Civil War dead, but what you see in the old newspaper accounts is how many of those early commemorations included veterans from both armies coming together in kinship.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr., a thrice wounded veteran, in his famous speech also marked the mass of young widows the war had created, expressing his determination to encompass them as well as the dead.
Reconciliation can contain diverse masses.
As the father in Cathy Wilcox’s cartoon says, we may someday recognize the folly of keeping silent in order to keep the peace. It might have been nice to have spoken up in time to make a difference.
She speaks of the environment, but manages to include our relations with each other.
Before we could reconcile, we’d have to admit our differences and accept our flaws. Guilt must be assigned, absolutely, and there would be massive imbalances, but it must be accepted, by all parties, despite, and proportionally to, those imbalances.
It’s worth a shot: We’ve lived the alternative far too long.
Here, scratch that earworm:
I always had Columbus Day off of work. I thought a 3-day weekend at fall peak was the whole idea.
I think it became a National Holiday because Italian-Americans decided to claim him as a way of proving their patriotic bona fides when they weren’t considered American at all by many people.
But – and I am Italian-American – the association of Columbus with Italy always drives me crazy. He sailed for Spain, enriched Spain, and identified as Spanish. He didn’t call himself “Cristoforo Columbo,” he called himself “Cristobal Colon.” His “discoveries” destroyed Italy’s economy by moving trade from the Mediterranean to the Atlantic. Colonies in the Western Hemisphere were Spanish, English, French, Portuguese, and Dutch. NONE were Italian. And though he was born in Genoa, Italy wasn’t even a country in 1492.
Yes, exactly. It’s Italian-American Heritage day. If it is to be celebrated, let us celebrate the acceptance of people of Italian descent and the rest of us into the American mainstream, and the hope of the salad bowl (not the melting pot).
But, like Mr. Peterson said about Thanksgiving, maybe a holiday shouldn’t be built on a bald-faced lie.
At the risk of insulting nearly everyone…most of our national holidays are based on myth and/or arbitrary assignment.
An article on the origin of Columbus Day from the WashPost:
Born in another ugly era, Columbus Day is an accident of history
The holiday is a result of toxic immigration politics, racial violence and one president’s actions.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2024/10/13/columbus-day-holiday-accident-history/https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2024/10/13/columbus-day-holiday-accident-history/
In addition, the DNA data on Columbus from Spanish scientists suggest that he was a Sephardic Jew from western Europe.
This link doesn’t seem to work.
Sorry. the link got doubled, and I couldn’t edit it.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2024/10/13/columbus-day-holiday-accident-history
This should work.
Here’s a shared story link to the article in case the original doesn’t work for non-subscribers:
https://wapo.st/3ZZZyHP
Isn’t saying “Sephardic Jew from Western Europe” redundant? Sepharad is just the medieval (and modern) Hebrew name for Spain (in the Bible, it’s probably Sardis, capital of the Lydian empire now located in modern Turkey); Sephardic means Spanish, which is, of course, Western European.
And if the study is accurate, it means he was of Jewish descent. It does say the mitochondrial DNA matches, so he might have been Jewish under Jewish law then, but he was a religious Catholic.
That DNA study was reported in German news media earlier this week:
Columbus may not be Italian after all?
New claims about the origins of the explorer Christopher Columbus are causing a sensation: Spanish scientists from the University of Granada report that DNA samples from Columbus and a relative have narrowed down his origins to a Jewish family. The seafarer comes from a Spanish Mediterranean region, and not, as long believed, from Italy’s port city of Genoa. This was reported in a documentary broadcast by the Spanish broadcaster RTVE, in which the research director José Antonio Lorente presented the results.
My second book was about Columbus. (The first comic book that was published by Dell in quite a few years.) and it turns out he really DID discover America. On his third voyage, he wound up in what is now Venezuela and wrote to the government that he had “found a continent unknown to the ancients.”
Also, none of us non-indigenous Americans would be alive today if not for Chris.
I suspect my ancestry likely owes more to John Cabot who was not a Spanish Eye-Talian but an English Eye-talian but who, in any case did more scouting up in this neck of the woods.
Cabot’s 1497 Voyage was well after Columbus’ report had reached England. IN 1491, geographers thought that Vinland and Markland were in far-eastern Siberia and that the western trip to China wasn’t feasible.
Also, Cabot made it only to Newfoundland and back. His second voyage never made it back alive.
Cabot made two trips before the third upon which he appears to have disappeared (reports vary, but it went largely unrecorded). However, he explored the parts of the New World that my ancestors settled in, which makes my existence more dependent on his explorations and those of Verrazano and Hudson than those of Columbus.
My point is that being first is overrated in this case. It’s clear that if Columbus hadn’t struck land someone else would have. As you say, they already knew Vinland and Markland were within navigable distance of Europe.
As a 17th century re-enactor for the past 35+ years, I can say with all certainty that the Pilgrims did not wear buckles on their shoes and hats. Buckled shoes are an 18th century style, and the hat thing . . . . . . ? Gawd knows wherever it came from.
Besides, the First Thanksgiving was at Berkley Plantation, VA in 1619.
Yeah, well, those folks found a different way to attract the immigrant labor they needed.
lol, that painting
Those are some of the whitest natives I’ve ever seen, and I’m pretty sure that’s Hamlet.
A.I. generated images may be the death of mankind, but at least we’re slowly moving away from paintings of a lily-white “Jesus” who has flowing blonde hair and blue eyes.
That’s some progress, I suppose…
It’s a painting I walked past often, on the first floor of the Ad Building at Notre Dame, under the Golden Dome. It’s one of a series about the great man, which they have since covered up but which made many of us shake our heads in wonder a half century ago. Except those of us who aspired to wear plumed hats and carry swords and demand shubberies from heretics.