Thanksgiving-bloody myth about Native American Indians-or just a family holiday

From Wichita Peace and Freedom Party Examiner;

Each year my family gets together as almost all families do for Thanksgiving. It’s one of those occasions when we see some relatives, (along with Christmas) only one or two times a year.
Of all the traditional holidays this is probably one of the most controversial. Vegans and animal rights organizations don’t believe in a holiday that revolves around tortured or murdered animals. Then there is the Native American Indian issue. It is a big one. Consider an article written by Mike Ely of the Kasama Project called
Original Occupation: Native Blood & the Myth of Thanksgiving;
“Every schoolchild in the U.S. has been taught that the Pilgrims of the Plymouth Colony invited the local Indians to a major harvest feast after surviving their first bitter year in New England.
Here is the true story of that Thanksgiving — a story of murder and theft, of the first “corporations” invented on North American soil, of religious fundamentalism and relentless mania for money..”
The article is well documented and most of what it says is true. Other writers have also mocked the idea of Thanksgiving and accuse it of being a celebration of genocide. William S. Burroughs gave a speech critical of the unfair treatment of Indians, in A Thanksgiving Prayer.
Also the holiday today is much different than the one first celebrated near Plymouth in 1621. It was a three day celebration with fish and dear. Maybe some wild turkeys were eaten, but not pumpkin pie or Cranbury sauce. It was not held on the day we now celebrate it in November, although it was held in the fall. It was not until December 26, 1941 that a unified date for the whole country, was set on the fourth Thursday (and not always final) in November—by federal legislation.
Still it’s hard to tell most of our relatives that we can’t join them for Thanksgiving because it is politically incorrect. Maybe some day we will simply say that this is a day to be thankful for the food we have and stop celebrating the Indian genocide. Until then many of us will go visit relatives, eat a big meal, some will watch football and others will get drunk. It’s hard to tell a lot of the older people they have been celebrating a bloody myth all these years. So I remind people about the true meaning of Thanksgiving—killing off Native American Indians—in my writings and I will visit my relatives and try to just keep the peace in my family.