The Prisoner’s Thanksgiving | Why Cosplaying Feast Days in Captivity Is Spiritual Felony
INTRODUCTION Imagine a convict sitting inside a maximum-security penitentiary. The calendar on his concrete wall reads the fourth Thursday of November, Thanksgiving Day. In his heart, he yearns for the nostalgia of home. He misses the family table, the gathering of his people, and the traditional feast. Now, imagine this prisoner decides he is going to "celebrate" Thanksgiving anyway. He demands that the warden unlock his cell doors and let him go home for the day. When the warden refuses, the convict decides to celebrate Thanksgiving in his cell. He gathers a couple of paper napkins from the mess hall, places a stale piece of prison lunchmeat and bread on his metal sink, and declares to his cellmates: "Look at me! I am keeping Thanksgiving! I have the lunchmeat as my turkey and the bread as my dressing.” If you saw this man, you would call him delusional. He has no turkey (the central component), no stove to roast it on, no kitchen, no host to manage the event, and, abo...