Hip Pocket American History
I never let things fester inside me. When I awake in the morning still agitated about something, writing helps.
In this case, it has to do with a family member, a student, who has been subjected in a classroom to daily political rhetoric. Having spent many years in the classroom, mostly in college, but five plus years in high school, I know how important it is to keep one’s political views outside of school, and to present both sides of any issue in a fair way. In fact, it is the only way to be honest with our kids and to preserve future generations. To me as a writer, violation of this rule is the same as banning books with which a government disagrees.
I pride myself in political independence, refusing to belong to any party. In my limited view, that would bind me to a party platform, some of which might run contrary to my personal ethics. I listen.
In any event, rather than become saddled with negativity, I choose to recognize that I have first-hand knowledge of the fact that our education system is severely wanting, partly because our children have absolutely no idea about what came before them or where we are headed.
Even our textbooks have changed. Colonial revolutionaries we used to call Founding Fathers have been replaced by popular social figures from the last fifty years. I have no problem with placing these personalities into historical context, but I resent deleting patriots like Ben Franklin from history books for fear he might not be politically correct had he been living today.
From time to time, I publish little articles on factual happenings from the birth of the American Revolution based on my own historical research. It makes me feel better, since I know I am not one to brainwash a child in the name of political ideology.