I like Thanksgiving. A lot. I like the way it’s about gratitude and feasting and friends, I like the way it’s about preparing a table. And for me Thanksgiving is about learning to be an un-hyphenated American.            The first Thanksgiving I clearly remember was my fifth. I was in kindergarten. My black Lutheran school classmates and I made place mats by selecting bright-hued, Detroit-autumn leaves, placing them between sheets of wax paper--and ironing.