The first settlers arrived with gifts for the Indians just as one crooked man calls giving you a gift the act of both kidnapping one of your loved ones, and then murdering another. Squanto(Tisquantum), a true and loving Native American Indian man fully understood the deep and continual heart hurt and everlasting sorrow of a mother or grandmother whose loss of her bunting babe or grand baby ripped from her shaking arms by an American white man. In short, he did the right thing. As even Squanto fully remarked during the film about the first Thanksgiving, he said from the depth of his heart, a heart that would rather forever bleed before causing another the loss of a dear relative. ~ The actions of one wicked white man and those who protect him, and the cause of all of the sorrow and loss of family members, only contrasted by the compassionate Squanto a good and mature and unselfish & wise man who well understood the deep grief powered by use of an iron fist when men destroyed the entire family of an innocent human being, refused to steal the babies of another family let alone destroy the family relationships or members of another family. However, it cannot be overlooked that the greedy prize of those who murdered by intent to first obtain, as important to the hours as the heartache of a friend who spent hours praying forward & serving an ungrateful friend who later turned on them without reason, and began to serve the enemies of the true friend, who also secretly hated and mocked them as well. Squanto who learns the exact same lesson about the so-called first Christian pilgrims, did already return to them some six years since. But during that time, the expletive of the European army enemy greedy for even more land and property, those who hated without cause had now taken and killed the children and relatives the Indian human being had left behind for what he thought in a safe position while away. And for the third Job, the second Job also undeserved, one could only attribute this to a greed for everyone to get themselves into the marriages, homes, land & set up the ideal family situations and even social situations most societical and conducive to the spirit of their inner hoard. But, fortunately Squanto (Adam Beach), decided not to follow the sole self-serving white man way, nor by to hold an innocent human hostage and neither by stealing the babies of them, whether by way of the European custom of the day of theft by godless means of what that man merely regarded as proprietal chattel. He instead died to self and he gave in and gave up his desire to murder an innocent man or even kidnap a baby not his own just to take revenge on a completely unrelated person for inner anger issues. For example, while the English had done all of the evil which he had every right to have a great anger over, even Squanto made a decision not to make the Irish he met later pay responsible for a time of the bad experiences which the English lords had actually inflicted upon him. This is why there is a historical First Thanksgiving, or there would not be one at all. “Do you have to go Squanto?” “Don’t worry, these people are only friends.” Famous last words. One thing not left out of the Indian heart though, unlike the others which always a primary desire to avoid revenge, his friend tried everything he knew to tell him, wait until you get back from your trip and see how they have taken your babies and what they have done to the women and children of your camp. His memory of the ceremony over the marriage of the man & woman, asking them to bless the union which experienced nothing but a seconded evil jag because of the wrong hearted actions of the English, who immediate proceed to destroy the union and divide the man and wife by immediate removal of the Indian man from him his marital union. It looked as if these evil persons did not want the Indian wife and her husband to have a happy or any marriage at all, which this then meant a series of ongoing waking and sleeping, minutely horrors which began and before long the destruction of the whole entire Indian family begins. As if someone is praying against the poor Indian, waking and sleeping, his memories of the beautiful vow his innocent wife she made to him on their wedding night and the Wampum belt, such things served to cause a loss of joy, a sadness of heart as for one who had given their whole life for others, and now the sole purpose of some to stab those whom they had religiously wounded out of hearts of deep hatred, greed and pride to death. Calling the coward act of the white man to murder innocent men and kidnap children of Indian blood and go unprisoned faith, so much about the wrong unChristian acts of the men puzzled poor Squanto, As a mother calling out for her children and missing grand babies, the great and uncaring Herod of the great theft of that day has no right to sit at any table let alone one of a sacred Thanksgiving. The treatise of that 1612 though, everything seemed more kind and well in the end after Squanto, a great defender of defenseless and even pregnant single women whose braves by now either locked up by force or murdered by the white man came upon the warrior braves who had survived the burned home villages of innocent families. The American home of the first and real original abode of same before the great theft of both home and land, good Squanto of course since of true Indian blood, heritage and soul knew exactly how to sing the hoary, hairy thing to sleep during his life among Monks there upon the small Stratford-Upon-Avon style town where the other group of evil men had kidnapped him to. An angelic place of heaven, Squanto awoke of a morning the starshoot of light on the flow down rod of a springtime moonbeam. One morning, the Monks who harboured the blameless and kind Indian man who had not ever even committed one murder in his life whether by purpose of planned intent or otherwise, began to teach him the English language. So surprised, they find as they teach him from the bible that he already knows the great spirit. And so as the actions of his heart clearly display this, he extends the symbolic act of one finger to welcome a mighty hawk to rest there. The Monks who decided to finally take care of and serve and protect a good person as opposed to an evil person, the analogy of beauty, peace & love claim the mysterious feat and sight a miracle. But once again, humble Squanto has much more to deal with than this. Once he nearly did not make the promised passage back to his homeland. The property of the Indian, first he rescues a friend from a perceived wrestling match of which he and his family the ongoing victims of this violent, cruel, thoughtless and uncaring evil. As strange fortune had it though, this time the friend only achieved a bout of playacting Shakespeare style and not the feared gladiator ring for which Sir George, a nefarious king and crooked snake oil salesman of a so-called businessman that he once at that time was had used Squanto as a slave. A human dynamo for the convenience of the original desire to afflict the most vile, deep sadistic ill desires on a people who had not ever known such. And all of this while failing to take into account that Squanto an Indian man and a wolf of spirit, but not of heart, also had learned as most Indian persons once did not only herbology for medicine, but also animal whisperer. For speaking with the other intelligent creatures God also created, this wondrous spiritual and highly sensitive and gentle person who Brother Paul at first voted to throw out into the shabby streets of foreign dirt and with nothing save himself, later delights after Squanto learns to speak his language. One day at the dinner table he makes the Monks laugh with gentle delight when he says, “Where are the women of your tribe? Your tribe will die out without women. I would never join a tribe without women.” Despite, Squanto made the First Thanksgiving such a miracle not due to his good sense of humor or even through a power to persuade people to his personal point of view whether right or wrong, but rather because Squanto was a man who went out of his way to always do unto another individual at the very first and always the way he would like to be done unto himself. The film depicts the analogy of those who lay down arms first and give back stolen Indian children and a gifting of a deed of the land for charity, and since charity begins in the home of the heart, the Indians of the stolen children get the land back which they once lived on and harvested at hard sole labor themselves. The End.