This just got sent to me, and it seems so fitting for Thanksgiving this year–a poem, by Langston Hughes:

I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.
Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed –
I, too, am America.

– Langston Hughes, 1925

See also Hughes’ “Let America Be America Again”.  And thank you, Jessie, for sending these! Here’s wishing everyone a happy Thanksgiving, filled with stuffing and gratitude and love.  Me?  I’ll be stuffing myself with my Jewish family, on the holiday few in my family this year feel ambivalent about.  Well, I always feel ambivalent about the turkeys, but that’s just the guilty carnivore in me.  Today, my parents get to meet their grandkitten!  Off to bake the pies…