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"Thanksgiving Must Die." Every year, for what seems like an eternity, the bane of my existence appeared like a banshee in the night: Thanksgiving. Haunting me, taunting me, like some sort of curse upon my life. Reminding me of all my relatives who have suffered the ultimate crime. The genocide of nearly 50 million Indigenous people of Turtle Island, renamed North America, and wholesale theft of their land. The indentured slavery of oppressed, poor Caucasian people of Europe. And the kidnapping and enslavement of nearly 40 million Black people of the African continent. Reminding me that we didn't land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on us. Thanksgiving for what? For giving poverty, disease, pigs, flies, and death? Are we to be thankful for giving the world a hell on earth? Revisionist history told by the conqueror. Now, narratives and pictures of peaceful looking pilgrims and Native peoples breaking bread and eating corn and Turkey on a white cloth picnic table. Now, narratives and pictures of gleeful l