There is nothing stronger than an idea whose time has come. – Victor Hugo

In the 50s, when I was attending school in Chicago and Lake Forest, America was flying high as a world power. Our defeat of the Nazis and the Japanese during World War II had changed the course of history for us. Everywhere we went, we were lavished with respect and attention. In the world’s eyes, we were the greatest. For the average schoolboy like me, it was another story.

Creeping into our education was a view of life that was modifying how we thought of ourselves as a people and as a nation. Instead of our educators underscoring our special strengths and achievements, they criticized our inherited values and subverted our national pride by praising morally bankrupt cultures. Slowly, in very small doses, we were becoming a different person without ever realizing it.