There was so much Iraqi-like celebratory firing in the air, neighboring Wampanoag, thinking the foreigners were under attack, rushed to defend them, loaded for bear.
In thanksgiving, the Pilgrims invited the Americans to stay for dinner, and both English immigrants and native born agreed, Lincoln's idea a winner.
Inspired invaders and their Good Samaritan neighbors, proclaiming we reap what we sow, more gun play was the order of the day, for unsuspecting doe.
Natives provided Venison; foreigners first harvest farmers' market, and voila, it's done.
There was land and water fowl aplenty, seafood, pumpkin and, of course, cornbread for ill-mannered sopping, with no hint of the foul play of treaty flip-flopping.
Yet, in time, inter-cultural bridges were squashed, by the craven craving the land of the free braves and labors of the unwashed.
When only fear and hate abide between truth and lies, the tie that binds the middle to East and West is compromised.
Our promise lost to the dark side when love is denied and open arms giving refuge succumbs to prejudicial pride.
I remember it well: Dallas, Watergate, Trickledown, Pre-emptive Iraq invasion, and Patriot Act betraying American Exceptionalism.
(Article changed on November 25, 2015 at 17:02)