Standing on the Tukwila Community Center’s back patio, Ken Workman squinted a little as he looked towards the Duwamish River. More than two centuries ago, his ancestors looked over the same river, its shape much the same now as it was then.
Cecile Hansen’s pursuit of justice for the Duwamish people began in 1974. She was a housewife in her early 30s, living in Tukwila and raising three daughters, when her younger brother, Manny Oliver, came by, mad as all get out.
The theme of this year’s “Thanksgiving” is fascism, as many sit around their warmly lit dining room tables. Slicing into steaming turkey, enjoying the company of friends and family, and engaging with or escaping the reality of the fascist ideologies consuming the present narrative. Hiding from or facing the reality of this ideological plague that’s spreading through this land — no, this world. Most dwelling on President Donald Trump’s apparent links to white nationalists and letting the conversation stop there if, if it even happens at all.
