There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.
O. Henry
"Money
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Don't give me that do goody good bullshit”
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Roger Waters (Pink Floyd)
Thanksgiving is upon us once again. It is as O. Henry said a purely American holiday. It’s a day that sparks a national homing instinct causing the great migration on the fourth week of every November, jamming the highways and stuffing airport terminals. It’s a holiday laden with traditions; some like turkey, stuffing, pumpkin pie and football are common to all while others have a dear, personal, family significance. For instance there was one memorable, special tradition that my family had when I was a kid. After dinner the adults would get together for a full blown, all out, shouting, argument. My dad and my Aunt Donna euphemistically called it “political discussion” and that’s usually how it started. But as the level in the Early Times jug receded and the level of Early Times in the adults increased discussion clearly turned to argument (For the teetotalers and the under age, Early Times is bourbon whiskey. It isn’t to be mistaken for Woodford or Maker’s Mark which are smooth and go down easy. Early Times is cheap and has an edge; sort of like swallowing splinters). After an hour or so the red faces and raised voices would reach a crescendo of outright billingsgate and then the participants, spent from exertion and hooch retired for the evening. In the morning peace was restored and a little hair of the dog was enjoyed; well maybe it was a lotta little hair of the dog, usually screwdrivers and Bloody Marys. To this day, whenever I hear, “you goddamn right wing bastard” or “you Socialist son of a bitch,” I get a little teary eyed. Remembering cherished traditions can do that to you.
There’s another Thanksgiving tradition that’s been with us since the 19th century. The day after Thanksgiving has long been the traditional beginning of the Christmas shopping season, though the name Black Friday is relatively new. Originally Black Friday referred to Friday, Sept. 24, 1864, when a stock market panic was set off by a plunge in the price of gold. Black Friday was attached to the Friday after Thanksgiving in the 1960s when the Philadelphia Police Department used the term to describe the traffic tie-ups, automotive and pedestrian, that resulted from the crush of shoppers; it wasn’t a term of endearment. But just as tradition can run amok from too much Early Times so it can also get out of hand when we overindulge in greed and consumerism.
Retailers have promoted Thanksgiving weekend with sales and even parades, an example being the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. Thanksgiving newspapers bulging with coupons and store circulars make the Sunday papers look like puny pamphlets. Store openings have gone from relatively normal hours to 8 A.M. to 7:30 AM to the crack of dawn to the wee hours of the morning. Stores have tried to outdo each other offering so called door busters; forty dollar Blu-ray players, nineteen dollar printers and 42 inch TVs for under 200 dollars.
And while the price tags look inviting there are extra costs associated with these deals. In many cases there is very limited stock on hand of the most attractive deals. Want that bargain 42 inch LCD television? How do you feel about waiting in line? No not 15 minutes before the store opens; try closer to 15 hours before the store opens. There are websites out there to teach fools, err, folks how to plan for a successful Black Friday; tips on scoping out the stores, making lists, falling in line in teams, provisioning, planning potty breaks, avoiding frostbite and not getting into arguments or fights or getting robbed (by that I mean getting held up by bad guys before the doors open as opposed to getting plundered by the retailers after the doors have opened).
Don’t look for any of that Christmas goodwill towards men on Black Friday, particularly from those looking for items that are “in limited supply.” Black Friday is a Darwinian lab experiment, a study of survival of the fittest. And if you don’t get one of the coveted rare gems, retailers are counting on you to wander around the store, dazed, disappointed, dumbfounded and depressed and looking for something, anything; “geeze I just spent my Thanksgiving on line, I can’t go home empty handed.” Finally you have your treasures in hand and you head to the front of the store to see a line reminiscent of the one you’d see at Disneyland on a summer afternoon. And when you’ve finally reached the front of the line you don’t get to ride the Matterhorn or Space Mountain; you’re going to deal with a cranky store employee who had his last nerve worn out long ago from dealing with rude, tired, impatient customers. This is not the happiest place on Earth.
Look, I really never had much of an opinion on Black Friday up until the point that braving crowds on a Friday morning turned into midnight mayhem that basically kicks a beloved, traditional holiday to the curb. And so you say, well if you don’t want to shop on Thanksgiving night or get up early on Friday you don’t have to. And you would be right. But someone has to mind the store, restock the shelves, put the money in the till and clean up the mess created by this shopping bacchanal.
There was a time when I worked retail and believe me it was a real drag to get out of bed to work Black Friday. But now if you work for Target or Best Buy or Kohl’s or any number of other retailers, you don’t have to roll out of bed to go to work. You can get up from your Thanksgiving festivities and get to work by midnight. No Early Times for you, unless you’re describing your work hours. And if you work for Wal-Mart you best have your name tag and best smile on at 10 P.M on Thanksgiving Night because that’s when the doors open.
It wasn’t always like this. There was a time when everything, and I mean everything, was closed on Thanksgiving. Forgot the eggnog? Run out of Early Times (the relatives usually didn’t as they would buy the giant economy size)? If you were lucky there might be a mom and pop store that would stay open until two-ish before the proprietors locked up to join their families. For us it was Frank’s Liquors in the nearby strip mall. Frank kept a stock of staple items like milk, bread and eggs and he did a brisk little business on a holiday morning. If Frank was closed we had to make a run all the way to downtown San Mateo. It was a veritable ghost town except for little knots of cars parked in front of the liquor stores. Everyone else was home with family. If you needed to gas up the car it would have to wait until the next day. That’s right, the stations were all closed. After all, gas jockey’s had family too.
And it wasn’t that way just on Thanksgiving. That’s the way it was with every holiday and that’s the way it was on Sundays. These were rest days, family days. We were all doing quite well with the arrangement until the retail suits discovered that they were losing a day’s revenue; “Oh my God, do you mean we could be making money on Sundays and holidays?” We’ll never see those days again. Holidays are marginalized now. The Fourth of July and New Year’s Day hardly count as holidays anymore. After all there are sales to take advantage of. Money to be made.
And why do retailers put people to work on holidays? Why are people pulled from their Thanksgiving family gatherings? It’s simple. Because they can and because they know something that we don't, and that is that we’re a nation of sheep. A bunch of wolves in suits declare a sale and the flock dutifully queues up to fork over their dollars. They don’t have to have a sale at 10 P.M. on Thanksgiving night. The suits can declare a Christmas sale on June 6th, July 23rd or September 19th if they want. The flock will gather at the door and wait to be fleeced on any day they designate. So why not make it some other random Saturday? I know the answer to that question. It's because they don't give a damn about people's holidays. Their hearts are tucked away in their wallets. Those un-merry gentlemen don’t intend for you to be God resting; or any other kind of resting for that matter. If you’re a Kohl’s “associate” (gee I love that term, associate) there’s nothing like getting that early jump on Christmas by having your employer drop a lump of coal on your life before you’ve even expelled your post-Thanksgiving turkey belch. There’s nothing that says Christmas like modern day retail executives playing the role of Scrooge to your Bob Cratchit.
But let's be honest here. It isn’t just the suits that are to blame. We’re all to blame. As I write this there’s a Kolh’s commercial on TV playing in the background a cheery yet annoying and insipid little jingle; “It’s Black Friiiiday, Black Friiiiday.” It’s the siren song of consumerism, the real national pastime. Up to 152 million people are expected to take part in the orgy. The largest ever flock of sheep; gathering because they’re told that they need to be there, to buy things that they can't afford. We’ve allowed retailers, companies, corporations to take the human element out of our holiday; hell to take our holiday, period.
There is something that the dreamer in me would love to see. I would love to see people everywhere say, “You know what, take your midnight door buster and jam it. I’m staying home and spending Thanksgiving with my family. I’m going to watch all three football games, throw the ball around with the kids at halftime, eat too much and play board games till midnight. If I’m going to go shopping I’ll sleep in a bit and show up at 10 tomorrow morning. I’m spending Thanksgiving on my own terms and not on your greed driven terms.” And while I’m sure it won’t happen I urge all of you to stay home with your family, enjoy the warmth of your home, have a few drinks and call some relative “a goddamn son of a bitch.” Happy Thanksgiving.
Paul, I couldn't agree more! I hate black Friday and stay as far away from the stores on that day as I possibly can. I also hate the way we rush through our holidays. For goodness sake, Hallmark starts selling Christmas ornaments in July and you're so right about almost completely obliterating Thanksgiving (ever one of my favorite holidays). This has been a pet peeve of mine for many years. I try really hard to take my time through each holiday; making Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hannukka, and New Year's last as long as I can before moving on to the next.
ReplyDeleteWhat I truly dislike is that holidays have become subject to the whims of corporations. Like the 4th of July and New Year's day, retailers long ago decided that these are work days and shopping days. Thanksgiving is rapidly moving in that direction. And so they taint our holidays with sales that the lemmings in our society can't resist and before you know it a holiday has become a "traditional shopping" day.
ReplyDeleteIt was sad to see news coverage of people camping out days before Thanksgiving some with their children in tow. Thanksgiving is being pushed aside and soon will have no more meaning than arbor day.
As to your point, Susan, of rushing through holidays they are also front loaded. As you point out Hallmark sells ornaments in July. Stores gear up for Halloween in August and before it arrives Christmas displays appear. Go into a store on December 26th and Christmas has been replaced by New Year's which is replaced by Valentine's on Jan 2nd.
Yes, and as I and my husband discovered last week when shopping for birthday cards for our daughter and oldest son, you're out of luck if your birthday falls around any card-giving holiday. Right now, 3/4 of the store is a Christmas card/wrapping paper/ornament display leaving 1/4 for all the rest. I guess it's no longer important if one happens to be born in November or December.
ReplyDeleteThree weeks ago I was driving in our neighborhood and two houses were already putting up their Christmas lights.
And getting to your point about retailers tainting our holidays with "traditional shopping days," we're going to have more and more incidents like what happened at some Wal-Mart stores during this year's Black Friday - pepper spraying and shooting other shoppers. What have we become?!
Your mention of the original Black Fridays made me realize that the current application of that label makes me think of Black Thursday and the disastrous Schweinfurt bombing raid in 1943. Typical of our overly consumptive society to apply that label to a profit or loss balance sheet.
ReplyDeleteThose comments about family gatherings of bygone days made me chuckle as I recalled your telling me of those many years ago. It also reminded me of the most unpleasant Thanksgiving I've experienced. It was back when I was 21 or 22. My parents and I typically spent that day at the home of some family friends in Walnut Creek. After the hooch had been flowing freely for several hours, an argument ensued between two "adults" over which one hated African-Americans more. That lovely sentiment was the tip of the iceberg and the day/evening went downhill like a truck with no brakes. Didn't stay for dinner, got out of Dodge. Worst part was that one of those arguing adults managed to insult my mom egregiously and refused to apologize, even after the dust had settled. They had been friends since 1946.
Thanksgiving is still my favorite holiday, although the crass commercialism that surrounds Christmas is eating away at it because of the whole Black Friday BS. I talked to my daughter that day and was surprised to learn that the mall she works at in Honolulu was open for business. As you mentioned, it wasn't all that long ago (I'm 55 now so maybe it was a long time ago) that a few gas stations and liquor stores were the only establishments open that day. When I was 18, I worked in a gas station in Pacifica. We were open that Thanksgiving but closed around 3 pm. The owner was as money hungry a Scrooge as ever was but even he understood the essential meaning of the day, in some part.
I laughed at your comment about retailers calling their employees "associates". What's even more ridiculous is the ones that refer to their customers as "guests". If I'm their guest, why am I being asked to pay?
I avoided Black Friday like the plague and have always done so. Seeing the mob scenes in stores that are portrayed on that evening's news is more than enough for me to say fuhgeddaboutit. Those mob scenes seem to get more outrageous every year so I guess folks like us are in the minority. It's probably not a coincidence that they occur during a time of rotten national and world economic situation.
When (even though it seems that "if" is more appropriate) the bad times recede, it will be interesting to see if the Black Friday mobs decrease. Probably not because, as you wrote, the sheep will continue to harken to the siren song of "Savings!Savings!Savings!".
@Scott, I know you are far from religious and I'm inviting a snappy come back but the irony is that this greed driven mayhem is all in preparation for celebrating the birth of the Prince of Peace. Some of the self same people who take part in that orgy are going to going to put up their religious decorations, send out religious cards and religiously go to church on Christmas.
ReplyDeleteThat irony was, as you'll recall, part of Charlie Brown's lament in A Charlie Brown Christmas, still my choice for the best Christmas-themed production on TV or in movies.
ReplyDeleteThe phony part of all that surrounds Christmas that annoys me the most are the people who will spend all of December saying "Happy holidays!" to strangers. The vast majority of those same people won't say hello to strangers at any other time and reply to a greeting from a stranger with an icy stare. It is a rather amusing sociological experiment to say hello to a stranger and watch the response. Besides the icy stare, my favorite response is the look of shock.
ReplyDeleteWhen the girl child visited New York for the first time last year, her friends who have never been east of California gave her the warning that so many Californians believe: "You'll hate it there, people there are so rude." She responded by telling them that her dad's relatives are mostly New Yorkers and her dad has been to New York often enough to have told her otherwise. As you can guess, her experience was that New Yorkers were more helpful giving directions and being reasonably friendly than most San Franciscans.
I'm not really fond of "Happy Holidays" replacing Merry Christmas. It's Christmas. Do we have to somehow pretend that it isn't? If Christmas is so politically incorrect then lets just all go to work on December 25th.
ReplyDeleteI do agree with your observation that people who spend 11 months of the year being aloof suddenly become jolly and gregarious. I guess one out of 12 ain't a total loss.
It's also interesting that people who love the moral behind A Christmas Carol can also have a Darwinian view of society..drug test welfare recipients, cut off unemployment benefits, rail against national health care. Said Scrooge; 'The Treadmill and the Poor Law are in full vigour, then? Are there no prisons.'
Happy Holidays is the "politically correct" version and I don't know which is worse, Happy Holidays or that so many people and organizations believe that being PC is the way to go. Not surprising in California because too many (if not most) Californians talk around things instead of being direct. PC is perfect for that method of interaction.
ReplyDeleteGood point about the Darwinians who love A Christmas Carol. Those who want to cut unemployment benefits are those who are employed or otherwise so flush with cash that being in financial dire straits isn't considered by them to be remotely possible. Same goes for those who rail against national health care. The George Bernard Shaw line that Bobby Kennedy was fond of quoting is still applicable, although it seems that fewer Americans are receptive to it.