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When I went to college I took a small wooden confederate soldier with me. He was no more than five inches tall, faceless, and held a cloth confederate flag firmly in his little peg hand. It was the cause of the only fight I ever had with my roomates.
Mr. Guthrie, my U.S. History teacher wore those snazzy polyester shorts with long white socks and liked his coffee black. He coached football and steered us through the textbook with a gruff southern drawl and friendly manner. That textbook was only abandoned from the years 1861-1865. It said the Civil War was about slavery.
"The War of Northern Aggression was about states' rights."