copyright © 2007 Betsy L. Angert. BeThink.org
During this Thanksgiving Holy Day observance, we, the citizens of this nation say grace for all that G-d, and country, have given us. We celebrate the harvest. Our countrymen venerate the Native Americans that kindly shard their food and grain-filled lands with our European ancestors. We revel in what we reap. With thanks to our ancestors, the mavericks of the past, we, the children of immigrants, grew gloriously. Yet, while white Americans, descendants of the foreign born, rejoice, the darker complected grieve.