One of my soul mates is a treaty Indian who was raised on a remote reservation before our good catholic fathers ripped from from her grandmother's home for a proper education in a boarding school at the ripe old age of seven. Every Thanksgiving she calls me to tell me, "we shouldn't have, no, really."

It's tongue in cheek and we laugh but I thank her for reminding me that the pilgrim costumes dancing on the school stage only reflect part of the story.