Part of my course load this year requires me to teach Nazi Germany. Frankly, it’s been years since I’ve done work on the Second World War, but I’m looking forward to reacquainting myself with the subject. The unfortunate thing is that studying the Nazis is emotionally challenging if only because good history requires, to paraphrase Atticus Finch’s words to his daughter Scout, the ability to walk around in another man’s shoes. Of course empathy for an abused black man is easier for us to grasp that for a demonic mass-murderer. And yet the historical enterprise seeks truth: what happened, why did it happen, why did people do what they did? To answer these questions there is no choice but to get into Hitler’s jackboots and strut around a bit, no matter how painful for the historically conscious.
A. N. Wilson has written a short but complete history of Hitler entitled, well, Hitler. For the most part his methodology is on track and he does a good job standing above the emotional fray and giving a straight account of the man and his times. He does fall into some unnecessary dissonance with his description of counterfactual history as a mere parlor game while occasionally playing the parlor game himself. Alternative histories can be specious, and Wilson is astute to point this out, but we must be careful not to be fooled into thinking that what happened must have happened. Nevertheless, one thing (among others) that Wilson does well is help the reader appreciate not only how insane Hitler was, but more importantly, how normal and sane he was by the standards of his times.
I do not like Jeff Skoll. I do not like any interviews I read featuring him and I do not like the syrupy way the media talks about him. I do not like the idea of a messiah, much less one who made it big in Silicon Valley and who throws around money when not giving TED talks. Nobody seems to have a single negative thing to say about Jeff Skoll, so I guess it is up to me. Let me be absolutely clear: this is a smear piece but also one with references. This is a bit long-winded, but hopefully it comes full circle by the end, but first some context.
My first introduction to the world of Skoll-duggery came in the form of a precious little news outlet called “TakePart”. In my daily perusing of news stories I would come across these gems which just made me shake my head. Titles such as: “This Year’s Wildfires May Change Western Forests Forever—and Not for the Good”. I cannot help but point out the stunningly simple point that every change in the world changes everything forever. Continue reading
I am an educator at an international high school. Most my day is spent teaching students history and interacting with colleagues. It’s a good gig. I’ll mention it more in the future since kids from abroad have a way of casting a strange light on American culture. They generally seem to like Americans (although they find our drinking laws preposterous) but they find some of our sexual mores (among other things) peculiar. We are both too liberal and too conservative.
I digress, but will return to this at a later date.
One day I headed home with a fellow teacher and in the course of the conversation classical education came up and after a I give her a brief description the teacher says, without a hint of real cynicism in her voice, “Oh, so dead white men education.” Continue reading