Posts Tagged ‘Sopranos’

David J. Bobb

Zinn, Inc.

by David J. Bobb

In a classic episode of the Sopranos, Tony tries to excite his two children about their Italian-American ancestry and the upcoming Columbus Day parade.  Tony’s son A.J., eager to show up his fuddy-duddy dad, invokes Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States as proof that Christopher Columbus was bad.  “My teacher told us that.  It must be true,” he says.  “You finally read a book,” Tony fires back, “and it’s all [baloney].”  Only he didn’t say “baloney.”

What Tony Soprano knows the History Channel doesn’t.   Howard Zinn isn’t a great historian.  He’s not even a good one.

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How, then, to explain his widespread popularity, and the History Channel’s willingness this weekend to give Zinn an even larger megaphone?  After having visited scores of K-12 schools and working with thousands of history and social studies teachers in national civic education programs, one of which I direct for Hillsdale College, I have concluded that Zinn is popular because he tells a great story.  The only problem is that his story is not true.  This inconvenience has not stopped school administrators from commending Zinn to their teachers.

Several years ago, in a meeting of the Ann Arbor public school system, home to Michigan’s largest high school, the superintendent, distressed at his district’s lack of progress in closing the racial “achievement gap,” held up a copy of A People’s History.  “Have you heard of Howard Zinn?” he asked the throng of thousands of district teachers and employees, gathered for a large “in-service” assembly.  In fact, they had, and many teachers already taught from the text the administrator prescribed as the cure for what ailed the district. Instead of helping, many teachers told me, the book had contributed to the malady, for Zinn’s basic message is one of division, not unity. (more…)

Mr. Wrestling IV

Whack Your Friends, Tony Would

by Mr. Wrestling IV

I turned into Tony Soprano last year.  I got so disgusted with a couple of my friends that I whacked them.  Not literally, of course; they’re not sleeping with the fishes or anything.  But in terms of being a daily part of my life, they’re gone.  

Whacked.

I whacked a friend with whom I had worked a number of years ago, and who I enjoyed and respected as an actress.  I said (during a recent email exchange in which she evangelized for my conversion to the Obama religion), that I could not vote for Obama because his background, his associations with Wright and Ayers, and his public pronouncements led me to believe that he adhered to a Marxist philosophy, which was explicitly revealed in his “Spread the wealth around” comments to Joe the Plumber.  As a free-market conservative, I told her, I believe that government-enforced redistribution of wealth is anathema to the American way of life.  (more…)