Thanksgiving is a time for families to come together and share their gratitude. But it also has a dark history, that we shouldn’t ignore.

My love of this holiday honestly has to do with family memories and less with the “story” of the pilgrims. It was the one time annually that family came together and shared a meal. I got to see my cousins, we played, we got to know each other and complain about our parents. But mostly we got to see everyone all at once and eat some great food. This is still my favorite holiday, but the meaning for me is more personal.

I wish that the story of the pilgrims had been more like the truth of the experience, but we can now take the time to honor those Native Americans who lost their land and their families at the hands of genocide and strive to be better. If you have a moment, watch this.