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Descendants of the Indians who greeted white America's ancestors at Plymouth Rock have organized their own somewhat sardonic Thanksgiving. Some 500 Indians will gather at that Pilgrim landfall to demonstrate, for Indian-studies programs in colleges, territorial justice and a return to tribal religions. They argue that Thanksgiving is only the white man's version of a longstanding Indian harvest festival, and the white man has been borrowing from the Indian ever since. Says Rayleen Bay, a Mohawk who helped organize the Indian anti-Thanksgiving: "Plymouth Rock should have landed on the Pilgrims...
Myth, much of it, the creation of patriotic 19th century romantics. Yet the coming of the Pilgrims is being celebrated this year with particular fervor, for 1970 marks the 350th anniversary of their landing on Nov. 21, 1620, at what is now Provincetown, Mass., and their final settlement at Plymouth a month later. The celebration will continue until November 1971-the 350th anniversary of the First Thanksgiving -and it is richly deserved, because the Pilgrims were more fascinating in fact than they ever were in fiction...
...Jewish mother (Lillian Adams) who chides her son the doctor about the expensive "opticals" on his "fancy-schmancy" Plymouth is bound to offend every Jewish mother from Barbra Streisand to Golda Meir. Winston's "What do you want, good grammar or good taste?" campaign verges on sadism. But then, unless R.J. Reynolds can prove between now and Jan. 1 that cigarette smoking may not be hazardous to your health, all cigarette ads will be off the air. Except for the vignettes showing Benson & Hedges' longer cigarettes forever getting caught in beards, clashing cymbals and elevator doors, none...
...soon to speculate-even to dream a second dream. One's hope is so guarded that it dares express itself only as these tentative questions. All that can be said now is that most Americans find themselves in a kind of no man's land, between Plymouth and Merry Mount, between Middletown and Woodstock. Between too much reason and too much passion. Between the impulse to act and the impulse...
According to Hawthorne's short story The Maypole of Merry Mount, the peal of a psalm from Plymouth would occasionally collide with "the chorus of a jolly catch" from Merry-Mount and echo in a splendid confusion of styles. Suppose a little band of displaced Americans had lived exactly in the middle, in that no man's land between culture and counterculture. Suppose they had listened to that collision of psalm and catch tune for weeks, for months. Would the double echo have ceased to be two competing sounds? Would one new sound have fallen...