Decades ago during the previous century I read an account of an Indian during that Thanksgiving dinner putting a large glob of mustard in his mouth, spitting it out and then dancing around yelling and screaming.
I gave this account considerable thought before I concluded that a hack interjected some fiction.
Guess I'm right. I never read or heard about the again.

That pilgrim women must be feeding them poison,
Otherwise it looks like a civil gathering sharing a bountiful meal.

PC=politically correct. Your colonizing ancestors just had to be politically incorrect Indian-hating racists like shown at this Thanksgiving dinner here~
https://www.google.com/search?q=thank...

Darling, I am not sure what PC is. Just when I think I have it figured, someone throws something else out there. I don't like the game. I don't wish to play. N

YES! What most people don't know is that - like Jamestown - the original settlers in Massachusetts were there as part of an English-sponsored immigration project. The sponsors of the project (a business group - not a religious one interestingly enough) espoused communist ideals and made it a policy point that everyone had to share what they had with everyone else. The first two years were horrendous and the entire settlement was about to die. Then they changed the policies and allowed everyone to keep what they produced. That season everyone had enough and to spare for the next year. Thanksgiving is actually an anti-communist holiday (ironic that May Day is almost six months opposite, eh?).

You must feel that your family has been insulted by PC stupid idiots.

It's embarrassing how stupid this remark is! We celebrate Thanksgiving offering thanks for our survival and celebrating with our families. It is a time of forgiveness. I know it is, my family was there for the first one! In the Colonies!

And behind every every rock tree. Bullying Antifa goons into intersection traffic control thinks it is every white person who approaches in a car.

To the left, there's a racist hiding under every bed!

“The wish that the past had been different is the same as wishing that one does not exist.”
The farther back you go the more true this is.

Same goes for slavery where the past would be different for nearly everyone's parents and the parents would have had different pasts, etc. So is very unlikely that one's parents, if they had even existed, would not have had conceived a person who now exists. It would seem that similar sperm and ova produce very dissimilar children due to gene shuffling and is very dependent on when and which sperm fertilizes the ovum. Then add in all the experience the person gets growing up, there is hardly any chance for any of us to then exist. The wish that the past had been different is the same as wishing that one does not exist. Of course, large numbers of people believe that a god instills ready made souls into bodies as some kind of ghost in the machine so that one will exist in a different body.
This not to say that slavery was good, but should not be practiced ever again. Ideas of reparations make no sense because the reparation from slavery is the life of the now existing person. Hope that does not sound racist.

Indeed.

I had to delete a comment to your comment about the past. It seems to have removed your comment also. Sorry.

I agree with Dino.

Me dino gave you a +1 but someone scrubbed it.
IMO, there isn't a thing wrong with the historical and factual article you posted here or why it had to be hidden.

AT some point, living long has it's advantages.

Thansgiving must be racist because turkeys are white, not black it must be a holiday to celebrate whit suprenacy

I've been making the best of Thanksgiving situations.
Last year to keep from driving back from a ex-in-law relative's house (huge group of people there--too huge) sleepy on a full stomach for a long dreary full hour, last year I baked my own fifth or sixth turkey of my 71 years. All that baking has been for simply following directions done well--but it is now a bunch of bother for this old dino!
For this year, I learned of a deli that served Thanksgiving dinners on Thanksgiving and was going to try that out.
But then my son told me that a big (not huge) Thanksgiving dinner was to be held either at my stepson's or my daughter's house.
The roomiest place was soon thereafter chosen.
Appears a new tradition has begun. Yay!
Today I napped for 2 hours after my son drove me home on a 20-minute drive. Win-win! Double yay!

Even though I had to work this evening, I did manage to have some turkey and fixins with the old women...and pups, before I left.
You might say, we successfully made the best of the situation.

I did! Spent it with all my grown kids, grandkids and assorted daughter-in-law in-law relatives.
I was even given a four-wheeler ride through the woods on my stepson's woodsy 9 acres of recently purchased property where he has a deer stand. There's even a little waterfall in there!
Hope you had a great thanksgiving too.

Hope you had a great thanksgiving today, Dino

Thanks for kick-starting my fading memory of that commune experiment.
It shared the outcome of modern day Venezuela until they tried something more capitalistic.
Venezuela, are you listening?

crickets chirping. .

It's a mind opener!

If one is grateful and appreciative, one soon realizes there is a whole lot more to be grateful and appreciative for.