Dear Pilgrim,
Today is for many a favorite time of the year. People in the United States are gathering with friends and loved ones to share in comaraderie, food and drink. Today they celebrate a bloody holiday that has for too long been a tribute to you.
What troubles me so much about this is not the gaiety and shared quality time with loved ones, but that so few are willing to recognize the truth behind the story of Thanksgiving. I'm all for giving thanks and being grateful for the countless blessings that my life has been filled with. But I can't sit comfortably praising a bunch of racist, sword-wielding murderers who take false credit for this day.
While the bones of those innocent natives lie rotting alongside your ivory monuments, and people give thanks for all the blessings that you made possible for generations of stubbornly ignorant Americans, there are a few more enlightened folks who turn our heads and spit on your graves.
I do have so much to be thankful for today, yet what I ask most for is forgiveness for the atrocities that my ancestors committed against those peoples who rightfully deserve the blessings of this Thanksgiving Day.
In shame,
Brently
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