You’ll Never Understand the American Revolution without Grasping the Horrors of the British Prison Ships

It doesn’t take many bad teachers in a subject before you learn to hate that academic discipline.

Case in point, my intro to fine arts prof in college called my roommate a “liar” when Chris informed the teacher that he may have failed a test due to red/green deficiency color blindness. (Side note, I spent four years of my life helping him pick out clothes that matched, because they all looked grey).

That prof was insane. He once put up a slide on the powerpoint that said “you are a bucket of acid” and then proceeded to yell “I don’t want you sloshing your acid all over me.”

As a result, I hated painting for years. It wasn’t until Amanda and I started dating that I learned to unlock the meaning in what I was seeing.

Sadly, many people dislike history because they had a “bucket of acid” style teacher who killed the joy of the subject for them.

Perhaps some other time, I can dive deeper into the reasons for the American Revolution. Because nothing in human events is as simple as some tea spilled into the harbor, and the sanitized “school version” of the Revolution takes away the most interesting, and horrible, points.

We’ll just cover one for now, the unspeakable crimes against humanity of the British Prison Ships.