Half my family arrived in the Americas on the Mayflower. The Hamlin clan owed its survival that first autumn to the Wampanoags or People of the Dawn. The Saints and Strangers of the Old World showed their gratitude by forcing the disease-weakened natives from their ancestral home, much as the Moses’ ancestors had evicted the Philistines from the Land of Milk and Honey. The Pilgrims thought that they owned the land, while the Indians believed the land belonged to the people born on it.
Native animism versus the Old Testament.
The Bible offered many lessons for those of the past and present and probably the future.
The Wampanoag Tribe luckily survived the mass extermination of the coastal Indians and every Thanksgiving they gather on Nantucket to mourn the failed alliance between the Old and New Worlds.
No Thanksgiving.
At least the wild have come back to their native land.
Give the Wampanoag Tribe a few slot machines and who knows where they’ll celebrate No Thanksgiving on the 400th anniversary of the Pilgrims’ landing.
Me, I wish I was in Thailand eating crab curry with my children in Bannok.
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Mea Culpa Wampanoags.