The standard reason for Thanksgiving doesn't mean nothing to me.
History is like a clock, it tells you your time of day.
We're all in a test. With or without God, we're in a test.
My mother really held the family together. She was a perfect example of the kind of black woman I would love to see again. She ruled my father with an iron hand, yet she barely ever raised her voice above a whisper.
If God is love, then God has no stepchildren to love.
If you struck your mother or your father, it was punishable by death because you struck at the whole society. You struck at the morality of the society itself. This is what we have lost.