How did an intellectual fraud like Howard Zinn become the go to guy for American history in our public schools? It’s sort of outrageous. I remember when I was of a different mindset and more open to his nonsense. But, even then I would have never guessed his pseudo historical takes with it’s lack of documentation and absence of verification accompanied with failing to place morality within that of the particular time examined would ever become the things taught our nation’s children as our history.
On the Importance of True History by Michael Doyle The human soul searches out to know All those things of so long ago We seek to know ourselves in inquiry Learning the paths sown in our history Examining others and our very selves In direct observation and from books on shelves History shows us where we have been And from there, where we might be and when The present is taken in fuzzy snapshots Easily manipulated and quickly forgot But the past is somewhat more fixed in time And often easier to think on being less sublime Personal observation is limited in perspective While studying the whole of things is more often reflective Things remembered form then analysis that becomes mote And is better than things skewed through personal wont The present is filled with habits of deconstruction But, plainly spoken, this is often the path of destruction As too many pieces are seen out of their context All of our social and cognitive distortions serve to vex In seeking out the every bit of true and lasting man We must take the illustrations as drawn when we can History is often insightful guidance to the wise Given as lesson learned through another's eyes Imps like Howard Zinn do not try to understand But rather reinterpret the history of our land Issues, we once grappled with must be understood If our future is to be more right and traveled as we should In the long study of the good and the bloody Tales dragged into battlefields are often muddy We must not shirk from seeing the bad nor the greatness That has transpired even unto our days lived as fate is Life is often a choice of what maybe right, And what is possible as decisions taken come to light Deals made in the shaky face of circumstance Sometimes leave us in regrettable happenstance Events as they happen are hard to judge Until the line on judgment's meter will no longer budge Where records are rich we are provided much detail Some are less known with deep secrets harder to reveal But where events have com into their ebb and flow Even God cannot change the outcome regardless of woe Whether decisions once made were good or perhaps bad These are the decisions and the outcomes once had Hard in estimation, difficult in their fixity It's important to know it best despite the complexity Sometimes in paying the stiffest price against power Mankind gives its all for moments that are our finest hours Wars fought cause hands to eternally wring Over the loss of treasure and blood these bring But there are worse things like failing to fight at all Without true history, this is difficult to recall How does mankind in all of our fragility Wrangle with the truths enmeshed in our reality But than to face the question of our mortal needs And to seek answers from others and in what we read The past must be looked at with great sympathy As we look at our own imperfect world with empathy All the moments of certainty and those of hesitations We still face many of the very same unanswered questions America sought to build a new world out of old Settling as we would on civilization to unfold Into the hope for that shining something better With freedom, consent of the governed in liberty together For the first hundreds of years or so of difficult strife We plowed together, earned and grew in our American life Until we found ourselves in need of a little revolution This was worked out to be and set out as a better solution Life on this frontier was a meeting of Bible and gun And the law books from which our republic was begun Force versus law depends on more force to have law A tale of civilization's struggle we are best to recall Dependent on willingness to give our sacrifice In this land of hope, nothing less will seemingly suffice All ages have thought themselves the best To understand this world, only time yields this true test The twins of celebration and criticism are not enemy Though at times their approach seems to bring enmity Love is the foundation of the wisest criticism And through it we might find our way to our best optimism (c) March 20, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved