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William Brewster was my 11th great-grandfather, and every year as we approach Thanksgiving, I am reminded that heritage is more than lineage — it is a testimony of faith, endurance, and divine providence. Our family line reaches back to one of the most pivotal moments in American history, when on November 21, 1620 (New Style calendar), a small band of Pilgrims signed the Mayflower Compact and established Plymouth Colony. Of the 102 passengers who braved the Atlantic, only 51 were alive by Spring, and at one point just six were healthy enough to care for the others. Yet their faith never broke. Instead, they prayed, endured, and trusted God.

On November 22, 1963, the nation lost not only its 35th President but also its innocence. The assassination of John F. Kennedy—shot in broad daylight while riding in an open limousine through downtown Dallas—remains one of the most scrutinized events in modern history. His alleged killer, Lee Harvey Oswald, a disaffected former Marine who flirted with Marxism, defected to the Soviet Union, and openly praised Fidel Castro, never stood trial. Instead, he was gunned down on live television by Jack Ruby, a Dallas nightclub owner with murky motives and even murkier connections.

Transportation Secretary Sean Duffy recently asked a question so obvious it feels radical: Could we please stop dressing like we’re rolling out of bed when we board an airplane? His gentle plea (“maybe go back to an era where we didn’t wear our pajamas to the airport”) has been met, predictably, with eye-rolling and lectures about “comfort” and “my body, my choice.” Yet Duffy is not demanding white gloves and three-piece suits. He is simply asking us to remember that a plane is a public space, not a private dorm room, and that the way we present ourselves still matters.

On November 20, 1945, the trial of twenty top Nazi leaders began in a quiet courtroom in Nuremberg, Germany. It was, as U.S. Chief Prosecutor Robert H. Jackson declared, “the first trial in history for crimes against the peace of the world.” Standing before a global audience still reeling from the ashes of World War II, Jackson warned that “the wrongs which we seek to condemn and punish have been so calculated, so malignant and so devastating, that civilization cannot tolerate their being ignored, because it cannot survive their being repeated.”

You’ve probably seen the “COEXIST” bumper sticker.