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<summary type="text/plain">by Marc Aronson
Ginee Seo Books


 Race: You know it at a glance: he’s black, she’s white. They’re Asian; we’re Latino.

Racism: I’m better; she’s worse. Those people do those kinds of things.


We all know it’s wrong to make these judgments, but they come faster than thought.
Why? Where did those feelings come from? Why are they so powerful?


Race: A History Beyond Black and White explores these questions and more, as it 

traces the history of race and race prejudice in the West back to ancient Sumer and 

beyond. Today we all say “race is only skin deep” and yet experience racial prejudice

every day. Here is one book that helps us to understand why. 



Download the free teacher&apos;s guide for Race: A History Beyond Black and White

To see sample chapters click here.



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Introduction: Race
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<p>
On a broiling hot day in June, I was standing on line with one of my sons at the community pool, waiting to buy an ice cream and a drink. We were all sweating, impatient, annoyed. But the line did not move. Why? Crowded around the order-window was a knot of young black males, all about 11-13 years old. We, the rest of the mainly white parents and younger kids, were in a line. They, an ever-changing huddle of boys, were coming and going, arguing and laughing, dashing in and out to get money or change an order, but never moving on. I was mad - it was like being on the school lunch line and having kids cut in, over and over again. Suddenly the order-taker accused one of the kids of taking a bill out of the tip jar.
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Did he? I felt certain that he had. Teenage boys in a pack do steal, I did. But my conviction that he was guilty did not come because he was about the same age as I was when I grabbed a drink from a grocery store and strolled out. I felt angry at him right away. Hard as it is to admit, I believed he was guilty because he was black. 
<p>
Prejudice. I am prejudiced. As in a nightmare, a boy I have never met suddenly looms as a monster. We all know that it is wrong to be ruled by that kind of feeling. But that is useless in that flash of an instant when we see another person and form an attitude about him or her. It happens to all of us, all of the time.
<p>
	I wrote this book to help understand why I, why we, Americans of all colors, experience race as such a powerful force, even as dutifully state that it is just a difference of skin color, and has no significance. Because I am a historian, not a biologist, it is not about cells and DNA, but about the deep roots of racism, and the astonishingly short history of the idea of race. 
<p>
People have always noticed differences in skin color, hair, eye color, language, and religion. But the idea that human beings are members of 3, or 5, or 15 biologically distinct races is extremely new. In fact, it was invented in the 1700s, precisely the same time period when Americans struggled their way towards independence. Not until the late 1200-1500's did the English word "race" (and its equivalent in some other European languages) begin to take on its modern meaning. Before that it implied speed - as in a "horse race" - or lineage - as in a "race of kings." 
What exactly is race? In this book I borrow a clear definition given to me by Margot Minardi, a thoughtful and generous scholar who is studying the development of ideas about race in the 1700s. "Race" is a way of explaining human difference and organizing people into categories. It rests on four assumptions:
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1)	<b>Physical differences matter</b> - the color of our skin, the curl of our hair, the size of noses or lips - are important. How we look is not just a personal matter, it identifies us as part of a larger group.  
<p>
2)	 <b>These differences in our bodies cannot change</b>. They are given to us at birth and remain fixed.
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3)	 <b>That is because they are inherited</b>. Our personal features are actually the characteristics of our group, which are passed down from one generation to the next.
<p>
4)	 <b>Each group has distinct differences in intelligence and moral capacity</b>. Groups can be ranked from more primitive to more advanced, more animal to more thoughtful, more savage to more civilized. 
<p>
This whole book is devoted to tracing out how, in the Western world, these four ideas grew, developed, were linked together and came to be regarded as true. We have forgotten that we did not always have these beliefs, and that our ideas have changed over time. In fact, today, "race" has become such a standard way of viewing people we don't even have to think about it.  
	"We all know" that people are the same, under the skin. Yet "we all know" that the best athletes are black. "We all know" that, in America, the real, deep, terrible racial division is between black and white. And yet, Japanese-Americans were put into internment camps during World War II for being neither black nor white. Jews were forced to remain in Europe, to be gassed and fed into ovens, because of their "race." Race is an uncomfortable reality, and yet the most brilliant scientists, doctors, and professors cannot agree on whether there are any races at all.
	 Perhaps a decade ago, the whole question of race seemed settled. Beginning in the 1970s, scientists announced that close study of genetics proved that racial terms were meaningless. If you used the best scientific tools there was more variation within, say, the group called "white" than between those labeled "white" and "black." By the 1990s, national magazines ran cover stories on how intermarriage and immigration were blurring the racial boundaries in American society. Hispanics, which the census says "may be of any race," replaced blacks as the largest minority in the country. We could all breathe a sigh of relief: race was a dead old idea. And if we no longer believed in race, what possible justification could there be for racism? 
<p>
More recently, though, ever more sensitive genetic studies have found shared patterns in populations of peoples who intermarried for generations. Shared patterns of what? Some peoples have been shown to be susceptible to the same diseases. Some have demonstrated similar levels of intelligence. Some may tend to share common physical features. How far is that from the old idea of race? And to many black Americans, saying that racism is fading or that race is no longer important is either silly or blind. Anyone can see, whether in images of blacks driven out of New Orleans by Hurricane Katrina in 2005, or the troubling statistics of the persistent "achievement gap" in our schools, that the deep racial divisions in America remain real, and present. Even as I write these words, racial thinking looms behind the latest headlines, whether they are debates over legal and illegal immigration, or analyses of wars that seem to pit Muslims against Christians and Jews.
<p>
I wrote this book to make sense of race and racism now by tracing out their long history. This is a book about deep, disturbing, and personal feelings. And yet it is also about people and events hundreds, even thousands of years ago. As you'll see, I think the two are connected. Race is our modern way of handling emotions that go back to the very beginning of human evolution. That is one reason why race is so hard for us to deal with: in one way race seems as current as science, in another it taps our oldest fears. But as I looked at the past, I also kept seeing the present, and so current events, and even my own personal feelings, sometimes enter the story. There is nothing safe about race, whether you study events in ancient Greece, or your own emotions today. 
	I say "race" but I mean racism or racial prejudice. Even though the idea of race is a recent invention, fear and hatred of those who strike us as different is extremely ancient. That bears repetition: "racial prejudice" and "hatred of difference" are not the same. For the great majority of human history, we have taken slaves, slaughtered enemies, stigmatized those who are different, without believing our victims were of different "races." Instead we despised others as savages or barbarians; as weaklings or strangers; as pagans, Muslims, or Jews, Protestants or Catholics. Our torturous confusion over race is the latest version of a mindset that begins in infants, and probably took shape at the very beginning of human evolution. 
<p>
	But why? Why should fear and hatred of others have such a deep hold on all of us that we have re-invented it in new forms, over and over and over again throughout history? When I began researching the history of race and racism I soon realized that I could not jump right into the story in the 1700s. I needed to know something about the older deeper drive in all us - the urge to hate those who are different. 
<p>
	Historians are like engineers - we like figuring out the connections, the links, that bridge from one era to another. But in order to understand race and racism, I knew I would have to go back, beyond any known history. Only by following this journey back into the mind of babies and the language of jungle tribes, and then out through the stages of Western Civilization, could I finally understand why, when race was invented, it answered so many needs, and seemed to make so much sense. So this voyage through thousands of years of history begins in New York City, today. 
<h3>
Where Do Prejudices Come From?  
</h3>
<p>
The Mind
<p>
The world's best authority on how prejudice forms in our minds is a bright, thoughtful woman who lives in New York City. Dr. Elisabeth Young-Bruehl is a psychologist who treats patients in the East Village, a section of lower Manhattan where Europeans wearing Prada share a sidewalk with the homeless. In the East Village you can never predict who will sashay by, or the age, color, or gender of his or her companion. Whatever biases people have inside, they are eager to display their tattoos, piercings, hair-styles and their open-mindedness. This is a good setting for Dr. Young-Bruehl. She has straight, short, graying hair, dresses modestly in comfortable clothes, and has the assuring aspect of a person who has seen and heard everything. No story from these streets would surprise her. But she has the sharp mind and weighty judgment of a scholar who has read thousands of studies and hundreds of books on prejudice.
<p>
	Dr. Young-Bruehl believes that it makes no sense to speak of prejudice in general - as if it were a form of bad weather. Each kind of prejudice is its own story. Racism, anti-Semitism, hatred of women are each distinct forms of mental disease. Of course a racist may also dislike Jews or be cruel to women. But if, like Dr. Young-Bruehl, you really listen to each form of prejudice, you find that they don't sound the same. 
<p>
Very often people who dislike Jews want to eliminate them entirely - as Adolf Hitler tried so hard to do. Jews are described as germs, as infections to be destroyed before they sicken everyone else. Those who feel superior to Africans generally have a different goal. They want blacks to stay alive, but as slaves or mistresses, in an inferior role. Blacks are spoken of as animalistic, as sub-humans to be controlled and used. And even the most crazed male knows women are necessary: without mothers we wouldn't have children. So those most threatened by women insist that females be silent, invisible, and exactly echo the views of men. Eliminate Jews; dominate blacks; silence women - three versions of prejudice.  
<p>
These hateful views do not begin when we are adults. Passions this strong are shaped in childhood, or even infancy. Dr. Young-Bruehl recounts the story of one white American born in the segregated South in the 1920s. As an adult, he was having problems in his personal life, and so for a time he talked about himself with a psychologist. A revealing story emerged. 
The boy grew up in a home with a cold, distant mother and a frightening father whom he hated. The one sweet presence in his life was the black woman who cared for him. But it was too terrifying to the boy to be so alone in his family, and so drawn to his nanny. Instead, in his dreams and fantasies, he shifted things around. He imagined that black men, such as his nanny's husband, were everything that he hated in his father. He pictured those men attacking him or his mother. In his mind the world was divided into dangerous, criminal, black men who must be severely punished and vulnerable white people. The boy's real problem was with his parents, but that was too dangerous for him to admit. So he invented an enemy he could fight: the black male criminal.
<p>
	This is a true story, about a man who went on to devote his life to severely punishing blacks and preventing racial integration. He kept seeing the black men from his nightmares all around him. He could feel them nearby, about to rape his mother or to assault him. He felt the threat like heat shimmering off of a sidewalk. Throughout his life he remained on guard, to keep them at bay.   
<p>
	A frightened son turned his cold mother and severe father into hateful images of black men. That was his personal drama. Yet the fantasy of the dangerous black male is extremely powerful. I shared it at the pool. And, as we will see in chapter  (TBD)  , a boy whose childhood has some similarity to the segregationist I just described went on to write a book, play, and movie that reinforced that image of black men throughout America. If racial prejudice is born in the family circle, it is nurtured in the surrounding society. To look for the roots of racial prejudice in human societies, I made use of anthropology.       
<h3>
Where Do Prejudices Come From? 
</h3>
<p>
The Tribe 
<p>
Fearing and hating others who are different dates back to the earliest times when humans first formed into packs, clans, and tribes that had to kill first, kill fast to survive. 
Picture a clan of human beings a hundred thousand years ago somewhere in Africa. As they move along each day searching for water, for food, their senses must always be on the alert. The leaves rustle: is it wind, an animal, or an enemy? In order to survive, each person must make an instant, accurate judgment: friend or foe. There is no time to think; a second's hesitation may cost you your life. What we now call prejudice was once a strategy for survival. We can see this even today, deep in the heart of the Amazon rain forest, home of the Munduruku. 
The words of the Munduruku speak to us from those ancient times when terror chased us through the trees, and any wrong turn was death. A native group that lives along the Tapajos River in Brazil, the Munduruku have adjusted to contact with Europeans. But their language recalls their earlier life when men took the heads of their enemies as prizes, for it splits the world into two parts. They have one word for themselves, the Munduruku, the human beings. Everyone else is "pariwat." Pariwat means "strangers," but also "enemy," "those who are unlike us." Pariwat are not human and in fact are most similar to the animals the Mundurucu hunt for food. 
<p>
This is prejudice in perfect form: we are human and you are not. Glittering eyes watching you pass through the jungle do not see you as a fellow human being, but as game. This is the language of the earliest tribes, our most remote ancestors. 
<p>
For an individual, hating others often begins with childhood fears. But for human beings in general, it may have taken root at the very beginning of our social evolution. We experience fear and hatred of strangers so strongly because, at one time, it was the line between life and death. 
<p>
But human beings did not remain in the forest forever. Once we began to tame the earth and to live in cities, we left written records. And so to understand the new shape of prejudices in the earliest days of human civilization, I turned to history and literature. 

<h3>
Where Do Prejudices Come From?
</h3>
<p>City Walls 
<p>
Imagine the moment when the entire population of the world could be divided into two groups: the fortunate few who lived in cities, and all of the rest, scrambling to survive in the surrounding hills, wastes, and wildernesses. Andrew Sinclair, who wrote a book on the history of the idea of the "savage," believes that one of the most ancient of stories describes the moment when a great city was at its height, and the new form of prejudice it inspired. Sinclair thinks the Epic of Gilgamesh recounts the clash of savage and civilized. 
<p>
 	If a traveler 4800 years ago had been able to visit the entire earth, from pole to pole, he would have found just one great city: Uruk of Sumer. It is not just that other cities were smaller. Only a few other cities existed at all. Cities were as new as today's most high tech devices - some people had heard of them, but few had actually seen them. Except for the lucky citizens of Uruk. The reputation of Uruk lives to this day: the modern nation of Iraq is named after this ancient city that was once the center of civilization.
<p>
It is easy to understand why Uruk became the greatest city in the world. Once the people of Uruk figured out how to build irrigation ditches from the Euphrates River, they turned the nearby land into lush fields of grain. This land was so fertile that the harvests of the ancient Sumerians rivaled those of modern farmers. Year after year of fabulous crops allowed people to stop worrying about how to find food. Uruk flourished -- by 2700 BC as many as 45,000 people lived in the city. 
<p>
A city in which well-fed people could gather together produced an explosion of marvelous inventions. Craftsmen made objects that merchants traded far across deserts, seas, and mountain ranges. Potters learned to shape one vessel after another on a wheel in a kind of ancient factory. Then someone had the brilliant idea to take the wheel off, set it on the ground, and use it to help move things. Scribes even learned to capture the words that disappear from our lips. First they made slits in wet clay to count animals and record trades for merchants. Then they invented written language. If any place in the world could claim to be the home of the arts of civilization, it was Uruk.
<p>
The citizens of Uruk knew that other people were not pariwat. Every time they traded with strangers whose homes were a long journey away, they were recognizing that there were other human beings in the world. A large city of farmers and potters, priests and traders could not divide the world with the same frightening clarity as the head-hunting Munduruku of the rain forest. The scribes of Uruk recorded something new: prejudice with a reason. That is what we can see, reading carefully in Gilgamesh. 
<p>
Sometime near the year 2700 BC, a king named Gilgamesh built walls to encircle Uruk, his magnificent city. On their clay tablets, the wise men of Uruk recorded the deeds of their king. The Epic of Gilgamesh, as it is called, is one of the very oldest stories ever written down, and yet you can see its traces in the most recent fantasy quest.   
<p>
 	The story tells us that Gilgamesh was a difficult, even terrifying, ruler. No one was safe from him. The people of Uruk pleaded with the gods to find a way to tame him, to challenge him. Their prayers were answered, for one of the gods created the perfect rival for Gilgamesh. This was "Enkidu the brave" whose body was covered with hair, who wore no clothes, and ate "grass with gazelles." 
<p>
	The perfect enemy of the arrogant ruler of the world's largest city is the savage man of the woods who eats and drinks like a four-legged creature. Enkidu destroys animal traps, and frees animals - he is closer to them than to human beings. 
<p>
	The two men are exact opposites: Gilgamesh of grand Uruk where people dress in elegant clothes, and every day there is a festival; Enkidu of the wild, who does not even know how to eat bread. Though they are well matched physically, Gilgamesh outwits Enkidu by introducing him to a sensual woman who seduces and then weakens him. Enkidu is "the strongest man in the world, with muscles like rock." But Gilgamesh knows his weakness, and Enkidu falls for the trap.
<p>
It is not hard to read this tale as showing that that those who filled the streets of the bustling city believed they were "better" than those who still lived like animals in the wild. Unlike the Mundaruku, the citizens of Uruk were not acting on instinct. Instead they were making what must have seemed a completely rational judgment: we are smart, while those who live outside of the walls are dumb, slow, destined to serve us. How could the people of Uruk have felt any other way? If you invented things as magnificent as writing, bread, pottery, and the wheel, why wouldn't you assume you were superior to people who dressed in animal skins and lapped up water next to the antelope? This is prejudice with a reason, prejudice confirmed by observation. It hints at the concept of ranking, which would be so important in the idea of race. 
<p>
And yet there is something strange and interesting in this ancient epic. After their first battle, Enkidu becomes Gilgamesh's closest friend, his best companion. Gilgamesh easily defeats Enkidu, but he also needs him. The proud king needs his savage brother. A master always needs a slave to confirm that he is a master, just as a bully only feels strong because he has weaker kids to intimidate. This strange bond in which those who feel superior are actually completely dependent on having inferiors beneath them runs through all of human history.

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A baby screams, terrified that the dark men in his dreams will attack him. In the rain forest, warriors gleefully burn the villages of their enemies and carry home their heads. The people of Uruk glory in their superiority to savages, and show their wisdom in recognizing that they also need their defeated neighbors. From birth, to the formation of jungle tribes, to the glory days of the first great cities human beings have carried sharp swords in the minds, splitting the world into me and you, us and them, advanced and primitive. As we grow more civilized and, we also find new ways to be ever more cruel and harsh. 
<p>
	The next section of this book follows this dual pattern through eras in which the most basic, most central, ideas of Western Civilization were invented. That is a daunting task. In writing this section I continually felt like a guest visiting a magnificent museum. But the road from Uruk to "race" passes this way, and it is time now to follow it. 
 

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<h1>
Part One: Before Race
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The Ancient World
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<h3>Slaves, Hebrews, God  
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<p>
 At the age of 13, Lin Lin became a slave. Lin Lin is not her real name, but her story is true. Born around 1990 in a village in Myanmar (Burma), she was taken by her father to a "job placement" agency that sent her to Thailand. Her work was in a brothel, as a prostitute. And she was charged so much for her room and board she could never get out of debt. She could never refuse a client, and never insist on using a condom. No one, not her family, nor the police, cared what became of her. Her body was her fate. Lin Lin was lucky, she was eventually placed in a shelter with other underage girls. But her story is typical of millions of women and even children around the world. Slavery exists today, and slavery is as old as human civilization. 
The very first step in uncovering the history of race and racism is the hardest. For it involves overturning what you think you know. Today in America, using the word "slave" means African slavery, with white owners and black workers. For that reason, we assume slavery is necessarily built on racism. In turn we often say that racism played such a powerful role in history because of slavery. But both of those ideas are completely misleading. 
<p>
Long before Columbus sailed or the idea of "race" was invented, Africans enslaved Africans, Asians enslaved Asians, and Europeans enslaved other Europeans. Throughout human history, slavery has been as common as men fighting and mothers rearing children. As late as the end of the 18th century, the time of the American Revolution, two thirds of all of the people on this planet performed some form of forced labor. Slavery flourished for thousands of years without any theory of race.
<p>
As we will see in chapter         , extremely toxic forms of racism developed in societies that did not hold slaves. In the nineteenth and twentieth centuries Europeans considered Jews, Asians, Americans, even other Europeans, as subhuman, as members of diseased races, even if they had never seen a slave. 
<p>
Instead of assuming racism and slavery have always been linked, we need to ask how they came to be joined. Studying that has led to the most unexpected conclusion: slavery has been the source of some of the most humane, liberating, ideas in all of human history. 
<p>
A slave is a person robbed of his humanity, turned into an object. That is tragic for him. But if you think about it, it is also a nightmare for his master. The slave master lives in a world of zombies, of human-like beings who are no longer human. Like the Southern segregationist, he is filled with fear. Even the pleasure he enjoys in his freedom to abuse his property is a hellish, sadistic, satisfaction. In a slave-filled world, how certain can a master be that he will not lose a battle, and be enslaved himself? 
<p>
In Philip K. Dick's novel, <i>Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep</i> (which was made into the film, <i>Blade Runner</i>) human beings invent perfect androids to labor for them, but get scared when the "replicants" begin to filter into society. To keep humanity "pure" they set out to kill all of the artificial creatures who have become all too human. Who then is the soulless monster, the human or the android? This is precisely the slaveholder's problem. If his property is human, it is not property. So he must convince himself that the living beings he owns--who cry, bleed, sing, and laugh, just like himself--are not like him at all. But if he succeeds in not caring for them, how human is he? 
<p>
	According to Orlando Patterson, one of the most brilliant modern scholars, this is such a deep and powerful dilemma that it inspired slave masters, whether in ancient Athens or in the days of the American Founding Fathers, to become the great defenders of freedom. Owning slaves forced them to recognize how precious a thing is freedom.   
	Sadly, when people live calm, quiet lives, we rarely feed the need to question our beliefs. Only the most destructive wars, the most inhuman cruelties, challenge us to think in new ways. Slavery is one of those terrible tragedies that inspired brilliant ideas.  Everyday a slave-owner sees workers that look human yet are treated as animals or machines. For a thoughtful person this is such a violation that it may force him to face really large issues, such as "what is freedom? What makes us human? Am I enslaved too?"  Freedom, he may decide, is the mark of being human. If that is so, he may devote himself to gaining more freedom, to creating a government of the free. He may assume that slavery will never go away, it exists everywhere and always has. But seeing slavery gives him the absolute conviction that he must be free.    
<p>
Thomas Jefferson looking out of his window at people he owned and writing brilliant essays on liberty and equality is one of the ways in which slavery has inspired great ideas. The other way is even more important. If the bible is to be believed, out of the terrible condition of slavery came the most crucial idea in all of Western Civilization: monotheism. One God rules over all creation, and lays out a path of moral behavior everyone must follow. This is the belief that the Hebrews forged in slavery, and brought to the world.   
<p>
The idea of one god is now so familiar it is hard to capture how startling it once was. In the 1300s BC, pharaoh Akhenaten tried to replace the many Egyptian gods with just one. But as soon as he died, Egyptians returned to their older beliefs and did their best to erase him from their histories. His story only illustrates how resistant people were to giving up the gods they knew and loved. Whether his ideas influenced the Hebrews is impossible to say.
<p>
The new idea of one god meant that you could no longer pray to the god of the spring for good crops, to the god of love for a mate, to your family god to protect a mother in childbirth. For the first time in human history, god was not an ally to be bought off with sacrifices and rituals. There was just one god for all people, and one set of moral rules for all to follow. 
	This is the most basic idea in Western Civilization, and the bible tells us it that it was directly linked to slavery. 
<p>
	The origin of the Hebrews (only later would they be called Jews) as a distinct people dates back to the age of the great cities of Sumer. The bible says that Abraham was the leader of a clan of wandering herdsmen who preferred not to settle down and join city life. He smashed the idols of the many gods others worshipped, and devoted himself to the one god of his tribe. The Hebrews had a strong sense of having customs and beliefs that made them different from their neighbors. But there were other clans and tribes that worshipped their own special gods. According to the bible, the great step forward in Jewish thought came approximately one thousand years after Abraham. Around the year 1220 BC the Hebrews were slaves in Egypt. 
	Generations of scholars have pored over Egyptian hieroglyphs and sifted through archaeological remains to learn more about the Hebrews in this period. They have found nothing. We simply do not know anything about the Hebrews when they were in Egypt, or even if they were there at all. The story of Moses and pharaoh is much like Gilgamesh - or for that matter, the lives of Jesus or Mohammed -- a tale set in a historical period that holds great truths about human life, but is not necessarily history.   
<p>
	We do know that in 1200 BC, Uruk and the other great cities of Sumer were no longer at the forefront of Western civilization. Stretching along the fertile lands of the Nile, the kingdoms of Egypt now held that honor. The Book of Exodus tells us that the enslaved Jews to battle simply to retain their dignity and pride. And it was worse than that. Concerned that there were too many Jews in his kingdom, an Egyptian pharaoh decided to wipe them out. They were his property, so he had every right to do as he liked. He tried to kill off all newborn Jewish males. And when that failed, he set the Jews to hard labor. Like black prisoners on chain gangs in the American South, Jews were put to work in order to break their spirit and to drive them to early deaths. 
<p>
	Jews were the opposite of human beings: they were slaves marked for death, or women destined to bear Egyptian sons. Just at this moment, one of the Jewish babies who had been selected to die reappeared: Moses. 
<p>
Moses talked directly to God, and returned with a great message: Jews were not beasts of burden, they were the Chosen People of the One and only God. Inspired by this fearless prophet, the slaves defied their masters, rose up, and followed Moses out of Egypt. He led them forward, across a sea of reeds, into the forbidding desert, on towards "a land flowing with milk and honey."
	The master Moses served was not merely a god who protected his own tribe. He was the sole creator of the whole universe, the ruler of all. And when the Hebrews were finally free of the Egyptians, Moses climbed Mount Sinai where God gave him ten laws, or commandments, for his people to obey.   
<p>
	A people facing extinction is saved by a God who expresses his will in moral laws. Perhaps only slaves could make the bold leap of realizing that that one god ruled over everyone, both them and their masters. A whip gives an overseer physical power over his cowering slave. But only so long as God permits it. A slave who deals justly with his fellow man taps a power infinitely greater than the whip. 
<p>
Ever since then, anyone who is in pain, who is overlooked and disdained, could look back to that story and see hope in it. Slaves in the American South would sing, <br />
 "When Israel was in Egypt land, <br/>
Let my people go, <br/>
Oppressed so hard they could not stand, <br/>
Let my people go. <br/>
Go down, Moses, <br/>
Way down in Egypt land, <br/>
Tell ol' Pharaoh, <br/>
Let my people go. 
<p>
	Throughout the history of the West moral leaders have turned back to this same story to speak up for the rights of the oppressed. The God who led the Jews out of Egypt was stronger than any tyrant. This was a spectacular advance in human thought, and it [applied directly to] FIX the prejudice of one group against another.
According to one of the most famous passages in Judaism, what God demanded of the Jews did not actually require ten commandments, it can be explained in a single sentence, "What is hateful to you, do not to your fellow man. This is the law: all the rest is commentary." 
This is the Christian Golden Rule, and is echoed in "hadith" or sayings and stories attributed to Mohammed, as well as other faiths of all descriptions around the world. Here is the way past fear and hatred: You do not divide the world into us and them. You do not kill strangers. You treat all people as brothers. This was a major step away from the prejudices of the dark forests, the proud walls of Uruk, the grand temples of Egypt.
<p>
How then could we, today, still be so afflicted with prejudice, and so bedeviled with the problem of race? 
This is how the Golden Rule could turn into the bloody sword: The Hebrews saw themselves as chosen, selected, by God to live by his laws. He would punish them if they failed, reward them for being faithful and obedient. <i>The Book of Isaiah</i> spells this out most clearly. God has selected the Jews to be "a light unto nations, to open eyes deprived of light." Yes, other peoples could obey God's laws as well. The blind could be led to see. But Jews were not concerned with them. The Jews were like students selected for an advanced class - it was going to be very hard, they were sure to fail at times, but they had the opportunity to get it right. 
<p>
What could possibly be wrong with having a group insist that it live up to such high standards? For one, it was easy for others to resent the Hebrews, to see them as stubborn and arrogant. This was especially true because the Hebrews made little or no effort to win converts. They were concerned about their own relationship to God, not anyone else's. The surrounding majority may well be tempted to crush a small, proud, minority that keeps its distance and claims it is special to God. But there was also a danger within Judaism, which would have its most poisonous effects with the development of Christianity and Islam. For if there is but one God and one Chosen People it is easy to adopt an even more dangerous form of the mindset of the Munduruku. For now the world can be divided into God's people, and his enemies.    
<p>
Hebrews, who had been held as slaves, developed the brilliant new idea of a single God, and with it the ethical idea that all human beings are equal under Him. Then they built their faith around the commandment to treat all human beings with consideration. That shows the power of the human spirit. But the belief in one God also laid open the road to thousands of years of new prejudice, war, and enslavement based on God's will. 
<p>
We have reached a crossroads, a tragedy that stands at dead center of human history. Whenever human beings have taken a stride forward away from hatred, we have found ways to build new barriers. Opening our doors, opening our hearts, expanding our minds seems to inspire a profound terror in us: let your guard down, and you don't know what could happen. This is such a horrifying vision that each time we ease one prejudice we rush to reinforce another. The tribe thinks only it is human. The great city accepts that others are human, but believes only it is civilized. The Jews invent one god, one law, for all humanity, but define themselves as special to god. All of these are forms of ranking, of establishing superiority, but without any of the other characteristics of "race" and race prejudice.
<p>
Trust in reason, in logic, is the only other strand in the history of Western Civilization that was as influential as monotheism. We owe that to the Greeks. The Greeks completely rejected the idea of a single god. In fact, you could say that no matter how many gods they had, the Greeks really worshipped mankind. Out of their close observation of human differences, the Greeks added another step towards the idea of race. ]]>
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Viking an Upclose 20th Century Life 

How did Bobby Kennedy and his brother President John Kennedy change America?  
Was Bobby Kennedy a hero or a thug? 

What do the 60s mean to the net 2.0 generation? 

 
Kirkus in a starred review calls Marc Aronson’s new biography of Robert Kennedy, “exemplary history writing”

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<![CDATA[<h1>Robert F. Kennedy: Crusader </h1>

<p>Richie's picks begins its review with a selection from the book,

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<img alt="Robert_Kennedy_thumb.jpg" src="http://www.marcaronson.com/archives/Robert_Kennedy_thumb.jpg" width="160" height="229" border="0" align="right" hspace="4" />"Bobby Kennedy's short, eventful, and ultimately tragic life, you might say, was the transition from a time of secrets to one of exposure. We now know as much about his crippling flaws as his lofty aspirations. If he no longer looms as a pure Kennedy prince, that is all the better. For instead of an idol, he comes across as a dark, complex -- and deeply human --human being."

<p>Richie then comments:
<p>
It is rare for me to share a book's ending but, in this instance, it is difficult to improve upon Marc Aronson's own conclusion of what he has so successfully accomplished in crafting this exceptional biography for middle school and high school students about Robert F. Kennedy, a larger than life figure from my childhood. I'd previously thought I knew a lot about Bobby Kennedy. Boy, was I wrong!

<p>
Actually, this is not a biography exclusively for adolescents, for the impeccable research that is at the foundation of this work will easily hold up when some college student decides to use it for a class, and the drama of Aronson's tale will quite handily engage adult readers as well. 

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<h5>EXCERPT</h5>

<h1>Introduction</h1>

<h2>Monday, June 3, 1968 </h2>
<p>
Bobby Kennedy is on the campaign trail. He is the one white politician who plunges into poor neighborhoods where armed Black Panthers speak openly of rebellion. He wants that challenge. He is the marshal, the gunslinger, who will bring order into the country--even if he has to bend the rules and cover his tracks to do so. Yet he also seems so real, so unguarded he is almost a saint. The two qualities--ruthlessness and vulnerability--are joined in one word: he is fearless.
<p>
Kennedy is wiry and short. In black-and-white pictures there often seems to be a shadow across him--like a tough street fighter from an old movie who can instantly flip into rage: Jimmy Cagney, Humphrey Bogart, early Jack Nicholson. Sean Penn has some of that aspect today: a sense of edge. You don't want to mess with this guy; he can "go off" in an instant. But in color photos, there is a different man. Though not blond, he has the tousled Kennedy hair. You can picture him playing touch football; you can imagine him out on the waves; you see him tumbled in a heap with his pregnant wife and ten children. There is something softer, but also charmed, about him. He has the strange trait of alternately seeming hard as nails and shy. That is the magic of Bobby Kennedy. 
<p>
Bobby has one last day to appeal to the whole state of California, to keep his chances of being nominated for president alive. If he wins the Democratic primary tomorrow, all things are possible. Bobby has one last day to run as hard as he can, past the doubters, the critics, his own exhaustion, toward victory. Picture a movie that captures that last day of campaigning.  It would have to move as fast as he did; he spent the day, as he spent his life, running:
Bobby, in Los Angeles with his family, took six kids to Disneyland the day before. Today, he flies up to San Francisco's Chinatown. It's the morning of a workday; the streets are packed four deep. Kids rush out onto the streets to trot alongside his car. Bobby and his wife Ethel are in an open car, a convertible; he must have it that way, so that he can feel the crowd, and they can almost touch him. Suddenly five, six shots ring out. Ethel slumps down. Bobby doesn't flinch. Keeps waving. Just a string of loud firecrackers. Bobby makes sure Ethel is okay, drives on. Now to Fisherman's Wharf, to give a lunch talk at DiMaggio's, a restaurant owned by the great baseball player.
<p>
He flies back down the coast to Los Angeles; he is to mingle with people in a park. But six thousand have gathered to hear him, so he makes up a speech. Bobby is drained, doesn't feel well, but pushes himself on. Drives up through Watts, the black section of Los Angeles where he is a hero, then on to Venice, a beachfront community lined with canals and odd houses straight out of cartoons. Everywhere there are crowds, filling the streets on the way to the airport. People must see Bobby, be near him, feel him. 
<p>
Bobby is hope. Bobby is peace--an end to the horrible Vietnam War. Bobby is the one politician the despairing can listen to, can believe in. He is electric, and everyone who is hurting needs to get close, to feel the current. 
<p>
Last stop, San Diego. So many supporters they can't fit into the hotel. Bobby speaks, but is exhausted, has to sit down, buries his head in his hands. Comes out, gathers himself, and ends by quoting George Bernard Shaw:
<p>
"Some men see things as they are and say, 'Why?' I dream things that never were and say, 'Why not?'" 
<p>
He is done. Finally, by 11:00 P.M., he, his wife, and six of their children travel to a friend's home by the beach. He can rest.
<p>
One day. Twelve hundred miles. Speeches made to every color of Californian. Mexicans, blacks, the poor, the outcast, have cheered Bobby with all their hearts. He has given everything, every ounce of himself.
<p>
 The next day, a man who did not join in the cheering will head out to the range, to practice shooting his revolver. 
 
<h2>Chapter 1</h2>

<p>
His brother Jack leans back, straight as a board, counterbalancing the wind. Flash II, Jack calls his trim Star Class boat, whose sails billow like the stylish dresses of well-brought-up debutantes. Cutting through the waves of Nantucket Sound, Jack does seem like a flash of light, darting at a faster pace then anyone around him. Bobbing in their slower boats, the old Protestant families mutter to themselves. The sons and daughters of Joseph Kennedy love to sail, fast. Too fast, say those guardians of old wealth, proud of their bloodlines stretching back to colonial days. They cheat, those Catholic Kennedys and their conniving father, say the Protestant families. Jack doesn't mind. Nor does Joe Jr., Jack's older brother, who is just a bit better at everything than everyone else. The third brother--ten years younger than Joe, and eight than Jack--Bobby, with the name that sounds so girlish, so sweet; Bobby cannot swim. 
Self-made, an extremely wealthy man, Joseph Kennedy has decided: Joe Jr., the wonder boy, will be the first Catholic president of the United States. Jack is being groomed, too, to glide comfortably into the world of the most important men and most beautiful women. Joseph hardly notices Bobby, born after Joe Jr., Jack, Rosemary, Kathleen, Eunice, and Patricia, and before Jean and Ted. Except, that is, to call him a "runt." 
<p>
The runt of the litter is the one who may not make it, who might not even survive. Bobby is the little one who can hardly stand on his own feet, who keeps crashing into things. His hands tremble. He even looks scared, as if he had just been knocked down, bruised, and doesn't want to cry.
<p>
Bobby hates every moment of being seated with his sisters at the girls' end of the table. He hates fumbling with everything he touches. He hates the word "sissy" that even the older women whisper about him. He even hates being called Bobby. He hates all of it, and he won't stand it another second.
<p>
As the story goes, he is about four years old, out on the boat in Nantucket Sound. He might be small and clumsy, but he has his father's clear, cold blue eyes--the gaze of absolute determination. Perhaps he squeezes those steely eyes for just a second, then
<p>
Bobby dives.
<p>
He will learn to swim, damn it, or drown. 
<p>
It doesn't matter which.
<p>
Over and over, Bobby leaps off the boat.
<p>
Each time, the ever-perfect Joe Jr. rescues him.
<p>
"It either showed a lot of guts or no sense at all," the more cool and distant Jack, now President John Kennedy later joked.
<p>
A lot of guts or no sense at all, that was Bobby Kennedy. The runt on his wobbly legs is cute. But Bobby didn't want to be cute. He would catch up, and then win, or be destroyed. "Nothing came easy to him," a friend later said of Bobby. "What he had was a set of handicaps and a fantastic determination to overcome them." Bobby himself put it best: "We were to try harder than anyone else," he said of all the Kennedy children. "We might not be the best, and none of us were, but we were to make the effort to be the best."
<p>
"We were to"--the family was like an army unit, a clan that had absolute orders from on high. No individuals, no excuses, no mercy. Joseph Kennedy, the commander in chief, made that mission absolutely clear: "We don't want any losers around here. In this family we want winners. . . . Don't come in second or third--that doesn't count--but win." 
Every second was a contest, which Bobby entered with reckless fury. Being dismissed by his father, eclipsed by his brothers, that was torture. What did it matter if he hurt himself diving off a boat? He was hurting already. 
<p>
Joseph Kennedy was not a screamer. He didn't have to yell at his children to make his point. He used his eyes. When he stared straight at you, peering over his glasses, your blood ran cold. "Daddy's look," it was called, and it silenced a raucous household. Daddy set the rules. And one rule was that you were to be prompt, to arrive at family dinners precisely on time. 
Bobby is five now, playing in the living room of the family's large home in Bronxville, a nice suburb near New York City. Joseph has made millions on Wall Street, and this is the right place for a successful stock trader to live. His home is well appointed, with a grand staircase leading up from the ground floor. 
<p>
Dinner. Dinner is announced.
<p>
Bobby is playing in the living room. 
<p>
Dinner. 
<p>
Bobby jumps up.
<p>
Bobby runs head first into the thick plate glass under the stairway that separates the living room from the dining room. 
<p>
His face streaked with blood, glass fragments flying everywhere. Bobby is swept off to the doctor for stitches. 
<p>
Bobby would do anything not to disappoint his father. Diving into cold water, smashing into plate glass meant nothing to him compared to failing the man with icy blue eyes like his own.   Years later, when he was twenty-two, he took James Noonan, a friend, out sailing on a twenty-five-foot Wianno Senior. Specially designed to fare well in the waters around Cape Cod, these boats can be handled by up to four sailors. This time there were just two, or really one: James was along for the pleasant trip, but hardly knew a sail from a sheet. Maybe Bobby was eager to be with a friend, having a good time, just the two of them together. But, suddenly, he realized that it was getting far too close to lunch hour to depend on the winds to bring him back on time. So he turned the boat in the right direction and dove off. 
Bobby swam away with stroke after confident stroke taking him back to the family. He would arrive, dripping wet, in time not to disturb his father. But he had abandoned James out on the water. When James finally managed to bring the boat in, Bobby's only reaction was, "terrific, but we've got to do something about your sailing." 
<p>
A boy who drives himself mercilessly expects no less from others. No soft voice soothed Bobby's aches, so he had none to offer another. That, too, was Bobby Kennedy: the relentless, reckless third son of a clan determined to change history. 
<p>
Reckless courage was a characteristic Robert Francis Kennedy showed throughout his life. The bigger the challenge, the more eager he was to throw himself at it. As a child, Bobby flung himself into cold waters. As a lawyer in Washington, and later as attorney general, he took on the nation's most dangerous mobsters. He went up, one-on- one, against Jimmy Hoffa, a corrupt union official who was as ruthless as he was powerful. At the height of white racial violence, Kennedy made himself the number-one target of armed and hate-crazed segregationists. Then at the worst moment of African-American fury and despair he chose to speak in an all-black neighborhood. In a time when assassinations of outspoken leaders were all too common, he plunged into endless crowds. Bobby Kennedy was fearless. And yet he would never, ever, defy his family. He would do anything to be a great Kennedy, but would never question the obligations of being a part of that tragic clan.
<p>
      Bobby was blessed and cursed by being born a Kennedy. His father was a strong, shrewd, confident man who impressed the most important leaders in America. Everyone from the president in Washington to the richest businessmen on Wall Street to the heads of Hollywood studios eagerly answered his phone calls. But Joseph did not work so hard only for himself. He was ready to devote every penny he earned to providing for his family and opening the world to his sons. No one, not even a royal prince, was born into the world with as much family support behind him as the sons of Joseph Kennedy. That was the blessing Bobby received from his father. But it came with a price. 
<p>
Bobby was and would always be a Kennedy. He could, in fact, he must, use all of his ability, his skill, his courage, to make a difference in the world. He was free to challenge his father's ideas. But everything he did from the day he was born to the day he died would be with the family, and for the family. He was an individual, but really he was part of a group, and everything he ever did must serve that group. Bobby was trapped inside the family that made him special. That was the family curse. 
<p>
This book, then, is the story of Bobby but, equally, of the Kennedy family. And there is something especially appropriate about that. America is often called the land of opportunity. Ever since the first Europeans crossed the Atlantic, America has been described as a place where a single person, on his own, could make his fortune. That is only partially true. The old established families lived in an America defined by ancestry, not individual effort. And Americans who were not white, or Protestant, or from old families had more limited horizons of opportunity. Bobby Kennedy's fate was to be the product of a wealthy family, but a family whose religion made them outsiders. He enjoyed the best of the land of opportunity, but was a spokesman for the victims of prejudice. As he struggled with these contradictions, he tried to craft a new future for the country. In that sense his story was not just that of a man and a family, but of a nation coming of age.

<p>
<p>
<h2>Chapter 2</h2>
<p>
Sound carried in the big Bronxville home. Even when Bobby was in his room trying to fall asleep, he could hear Joe Jr. pounding Jack's head against the wall. But Jack would not quit. The fights went on all the time, and Bobby would hide out upstairs, listening to the echoes of the two big kids bashing at each other.
<p>
One fine day Joe challenged Jack to a bicycle race around the block. But they were not to ride side by side. Instead, they sped off in opposite directions. The winner would be first back to the front of the house. As the two brothers peddled furiously toward the finish line, neither would slow down and a race turned into a game of chicken. Question: which Kennedy would turn away from a bicycle hurtling straight at him? Answer: neither; a Kennedy would never give in. Joe walked away from the huge collision shaken but fine. Jack needed twenty-eight stitches to put himself back together. 
<p>
Today, many families would treat a bloody crack-up like this as an alarm bell, a sign of trouble in Joe Jr., in Jack, in the home. All of that would prove true. Joe's competition with his brother was out of control. Jack was battered, brutalized, and could never show it. Instead he treated the injuries the same way he would later deal with his serious illnesses: staying cool, bemused, distant, and keeping them hidden from sight. In fact, Joseph was putting the family under tremendous strain. But for the Kennedys, as for most people in the 1920s, injuries like Jack's were just the normal mishaps of boyhood. 
<p>
In their relentless determination, Joe and Jack were following perfectly in their forefathers' footsteps. Patrick Kennedy was one of the desperate Irish who fled from the potato famine that ravished their homeland in the 1840s. He accomplished his main goal: he reached Boston and managed to survive. But when he died in 1858, he left his wife, his son Patrick Joseph, and three daughters with nothing. At fourteen, young P.J. had to quit school to start making money. A hard worker and a good businessman, he figured out how to profit by catering to the needs of his fellow Boston Irish. He bought one, then a second, then a third tavern, followed by a liquor importing business. As he rose in the community, he made a name for himself as a good listener who was ready to help out if someone needed a little cash. P.J. converted this popularity into a political career, first running for office himself, then becoming an important behind-the-scenes power broker. 
<p>
P.J.'s life was a remarkable success story, a tribute to his hard work and good sense. But for those who disliked the Irish, it merely reinforced their prejudices. Rose Fitzgerald, who went on to marry P.J.'s son Joseph, described this split very well. Boston's leading old Protestant families "lived serenely amid ancestral portraits and mahogany sideboards and silver tea services in spacious houses on large grounds. With the advantages of inherited wealth and status and close-knit interfamily ties, they controlled the banks, insurance companies, the big law firms . . . and almost all the usual routes to success." 
<p>
These families had a sense that they were the true Americans, and certainly the rightful masters of their city and state. They saw the poor, uneducated, Catholic Irish as recent arrivals who drank too much and were too clannish. When hiring workers, these proud Protestants made clear that "no Irish need apply." Whatever his accomplishments, P.J. was an Irish innkeeper, and not welcome in the inner circles of Boston. 
<p>
Joseph, P.J.'s son, was the trailblazer who brought the Kennedys into the world of the old Boston families. He went to Harvard, not just because it was a good school but because that was the place for the sons of Boston's elite. Joseph knew that everyone was judging him, seeing him as a Catholic outsider, the child of a family of barkeeps. Indeed there have been endless stories that Joseph actually made his money as a bootlegger, smuggling in liquor from Canada during Prohibition, but there is no proof. On Wall Street he definitely did manipulate stock prices in ways that would now be illegal. But at the time, he was just cooler, smarter, tougher than the old-money men, and he beat them at their own game. He expected nothing less of his sons. 
<p>
If Joseph conquered the Protestant world of wealth and privilege, what was left for his children? His daughters were groomed to marry well. What of his sons? Only one Catholic had ever been a serious candidate for president. And when Al Smith ran in 1928, millions of Americans had made it clear that they were not ready to accept a Catholic in that high office. That did not faze Joseph, who had already selected Joe, his firstborn, his namesake, to run the whole country. The Kennedy family had not been defeated by the potato famine or by Boston snobbery. If the Kennedy men were relentless, they were fighting not just for themselves but to change history. 
<p>
There were actually two families within the Kennedy household. Joseph's wife Rose put her own strong stamp on the nine children, especially Bobby and the younger girls. Rose was the daughter of John F. Fitzgerald, which made her a leading light of what might be termed Boston Catholic royalty. "Honey Fitz" was one of the nation's most capable politicians. Blessed with a fine voice, and brilliant at charming voters, Honey Fitz was elected mayor of Boston. That made him the first person of Irish heritage to reach that position in any American city. Like Joseph, Rose had been reared by a family determined to prove that an Irish Catholic could be as well brought up as the most established Protestant. But a woman's role was thought to be very different from a man's. While Joseph had been groomed for Harvard, Rose was forbidden to attend Wellesley. Instead she was sent to convent schools to study with nuns. 
<p>
Rose was intelligent, strong, and hardworking. In these ways she was the perfect partner for Joseph. But they were also quite different. For one thing, her religion was as important to her as success in the world was to him. Bobby, the younger son, the sensitive one whose face only looked tough until you noticed that the sneer was halfway to tears, was his mother's "favorite," her "little pet."
<p>
Joseph the invincible patriarch and Rose the queen of organization reigned together each night at the family dinner table. Every meal was a lesson for children being groomed to rule. Rose prepared the novices, filling bulletin boards with clippings from newspapers and magazines. As she explained, "The girls and boys . . . were supposed to read or at least scan these in order to be able to say something about the topics of the day" at dinner.  Then came the tests: When the children were younger, Rose ran the quizzes. She would read from a newspaper piece on the state of Florida to "ask how the state got its name. What does the word mean, and what language is it from?" As Joe and Jack got older, Joseph took over. 
<p>
The Kennedy family dinner table became an ongoing seminar on politics and policies, where all were expected to know their facts and current events, and Joseph constantly challenged his older sons. When Joe or Jack asked a question about world affairs, he would respond in detail, as if speaking to adults. Then he would take challenging positions just to see how quick they were on their feet. Perhaps Bobby, quiet, seated with the younger girls, was racing through names and dates to think of a way to join in, but no one would have considered pausing to give him a chance. Mealtime conversations were as much a test of guts and will as were daytime bicycle races. 
<p>
While Joseph had strong, generally conservative opinions, he knew his sons could only become leaders if they were exposed to men with different points of view. One after another, they were packed off to visit all corners of the world, even the Communist Soviet Union. Joseph realized that his sons had to see the world and think for themselves.   
<p>
Yet for all of Joseph's commitment to opening the minds of his children, he also passed along his prejudices. He did not like Jews, and did not hide it. Even though Catholics also experienced discrimination, he did not want Harvard to remove the quota system that severely limited the number of Jews it admitted. His children listened. When Joe Jr. visited Hitler's Germany in 1934, he was impressed with the Germans' pride and "great spirit." He knew that Jews were being forced out of their jobs, but believed the Germans when they said this was a necessary response to the Jews' "unscrupulousness."
<p>
Joseph's intellectual curiosity and his private biases were not just a family matter, for in 1938 President Franklin D. Roosevelt appointed him ambassador to England. This was a crowning achievement. Now the grandson of a man who had fled starvation in Ireland would be calling on the king of England as America's representative. And this just as Hitler dared the entire world to bow to him or defeat him. 
<p>
In March, Rose herded five of her children onto the Manhattan to sail across the Atlantic and join her husband. Joe was at Harvard, where he would graduate in the summer, with Jack to follow two years later. Bobby would not turn thirteen until November, but, on this trip, he was the eldest boy. That might have been a wonderful opportunity. But looking back on the trip, it really revealed the impossible pressures in Bobby's life.
<p>
Bobby kept plotting and planning to find a way to bring a Bronxville pal with him to England. "I'll write you," they each swore, sounding like characters in a novel about summer camp. Even as the Manhattan was getting ready to pull away from the dock, Bobby tossed one last message out the porthole to his friend. But he steamed away with his mother, leaving his friend behind. 
<p>
In London, Bobby acted the gentleman. He stopped traffic so that the family nanny could easily cross busy streets. The nanny was needed because Rose had so many official duties. That made Bobby all the more attentive to her. Whenever they traveled, he was careful to sit next to her. A boy just on the edge of adolescence, he would rush to the door each night when his mother went out, in order to tell her she looked beautiful. He was the perfect young man, the escort, at the service of his mother.
<p>
Once a day, he and his younger brother Teddy (who had turned six in February), were each granted an hour alone with their father. This daily audience was Bobby's only moment for quiet conversation with the great man. Finally, this was Bobby's chance to have the kind of discussion that he had heard each night at the dinner table. But Joseph did not seem to expect much from Bobby, which only drove his son to strive ever harder to win his attention. Even years later Bobby pleaded with his father to continue to speak to him, on paper: "I wish Dad that you would write me a letter as you used to Joe and Jack about what you think about the different political events and the war as I'd like to understand better than I do now." 
<p>
Joseph had a great deal to say about politics, for Adolf Hitler was making clear that he was ready to go to war to capture a part of Czechoslovakia in which there were many Germans. As the leading American spokesman in Europe, Joseph was a crucial voice. England was debating whether to take a stand against the dictator. What was America's position? Was it also willing to challenge Hitler? Not Joseph Kennedy. He was horrified by the thought of a second world war, and passionately in favor of what came to be called "appeasement"--giving in to Hitler. Americans, he argued in October of 1938, should get along with dictators, not antagonize them. 
<p>
Less than a month after Ambassador Kennedy spoke, on the night of November 9, Nazis went on an organized rampage against Jews in Germany. On Kristallnacht--the Night of Broken Glass--Jewish homes and shops, thousands of them throughout the country, were plundered. Jews were raped, murdered, thrown into jail. Germans were like beasts turned loose on their prey. This was the true face of Hitler's Germany. Alarmed, Kennedy suggested organizing a global program to get Jews out of Germany. But the plan went nowhere. And everyone now knew him as the man who would rather bend to Hitler than resist him. Being the ambassador to England was no longer an honor for Kennedy, instead it exposed him to increasing condemnation. 
<p>
Bobby was not in London to see his father under attack. He had returned to America with his mother and younger siblings, and was then sent off to boarding school. Not only was he under tremendous internal pressure, he was alone.
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The school stands on a hill overlooking Rhode Island's Narragansett Bay, open to the winds. Today, beautiful buildings and a well-groomed campus make Portsmouth Abbey a welcoming place to be a student. But when Bobby was sent to what was then Portsmouth Priory, conditions were much more primitive. Thin walls did little to keep out the chill, and shivering students tacked up blankets as makeshift storm windows. They were on their own, toughing out the cold, just as they needed to fend for themselves against other students. When Teddy followed Bobby there two years later, he told his brother that he was being picked on. "You'll just have to look out for yourself," Bobby warned. He knew, because he had been through the fire.
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Black-robed monks guided students at the priory--which you can picture as a kind of Hogwarts-under-construction, with strict Catholicism, not magic, as the reigning principle. The fact that Bobby's father was famous made him as much a target of other students as Harry Potter was in the first book because of his reputation. "Mrs. Kennedy's little boy Bobby," taunted his classmates, and they were right.
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Joseph Kennedy did not even know that Bobby was at the priory. His wife made sure of that. Rose had transferred Bobby there, distressed at the Protestant slant of the prep school that Joe had selected for him. Her letter to London telling her husband about the new school carefully left him in the dark about its intense religious focus. Just as her parents had steered her away from Wellesley and into a convent school, she guided her chosen son to a school where there were morning and evening prayers, special religious retreats, and Catholic masses four times a week. If his father was going to groom his eldest son for the presidency, Bobby's mother was training her favorite to be a priest. 
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Bobby prayed with all of his heart. He liked attending mass, serving as an altar boy, reciting Latin alone in his room. Devoting himself to service, to God, to the rituals of faith felt exactly right to him. He yearned to belong, to live a moral life, and to serve God. Here, alongside the monks, he found a way, an answer, a path. 
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Being with the other boys was harder. During Bobby's second year at the priory, his father had been quoted as saying, "Democracy is finished in England. It may be here." Not only was he an appeaser, he was a defeatist who believed some form of dictatorship was inevitable. The backlash against Joseph Kennedy was so intense that he soon resigned the post he had been so honored to receive. As they will, Bobby's schoolmates picked up on their parents' scorn for Kennedy. That only infuriated Joseph's neglected son, who defended his distant, idolized father with his fists. Bobby was all the more on his own. As he said years later, "What I remember most vividly about growing up was going to a lot of different schools, always having to make new friends, and that I was very awkward. . . . I was pretty quiet most of the time. And I didn't mind being alone."
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Kids who say they don't mind being alone sometimes mean that they don't think anyone wants them around. One of his teachers thought, "He didn't look happy, he didn't smile much." Kennedy kept having accidents, injuring himself. And he wasn't doing well in class. His grades were mediocre at best, in the 60s and 70s. By contrast, in 1940 Jack's college thesis was published, and became a best seller. And then the following year, Joseph sold the family home in Bronxville.
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An isolated boy is stumbling at school while a brother writes the book everyone is talking about. The home where he had close friends is suddenly taken away by the quiet boy's father, who is both far-off and under attack. A boy under these pressures can become so angry at the world and himself that he becomes self-destructive. Perhaps that was why, in 1941, Bobby joined a cheating ring. Cheating can seem like an effort to do well--as if Bobby were desperate to raise his grades and please his father. But cheating is also a high-risk gamble, a way of inviting adults to catch you, to notice you, to save you. Someone got a copy of a final exam and shared it. Whether Bobby was at the center of the plot or was just carried along is not clear. But he did use the stolen test, and was caught. 
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A chauffeur arrived in a black limousine and whisked Bobby away. A place was found for him at Milton Academy, and no one mentioned the scandal out loud--at least not when there were guests in the house to hear.        
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The Kennedy clan cleaned up its own mistakes. Nothing was to leak out to the world. Bobby's trouble at school was just one of many secrets the family was doing its best to manage. Rosemary, the oldest girl, had long experienced severe emotional problems, which got worse as she aged. In 1941 Joseph agreed to let doctors try an operation in which part of her brain was removed, in the hope that it would diminish her outbursts. The lobotomy left her so damaged she had to be sent away to an institution. Joseph handled this with such secrecy that Rose, her mother, never knew exactly what had happened to her own daughter. 
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Rosemary's macabre fate was not even the most troubling story the family had to keep quiet. Joseph Kennedy was a compulsive womanizer. While most of his affairs were brief, he became so involved with the film star Gloria Swanson that he brought her to the family's summer home in Hyannis Port. His pursuit of women was blatant and consuming. That left his children no choice but to reject him entirely, or treat his compulsion as a fact of life. Some even became his accomplices, putting out the word for him so that he could more easily find companions. In turn Rose became all the more the distant, efficient organizer who controlled her territory, her chosen children, and left Joseph to his own devices. The father's obsession poisoned the whole family.
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When Bobby was sinking at Portsmouth Priory, he probably did not yet know about Rosemary, or his father's affairs. But what he did not consciously know, he may well have felt: the family had secrets that were never to be spoken. And now he had added one more. The family would protect him. He would not suffer in the outside world. But he was sealed into the silence. 
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Other wealthy families surely did as much as the Kennedys to hush up their own scandals. But the Kennedys rose just at the moment when the world of publicity--the press, radio, soon television--blossomed. Anytime they needed to protect or advance the family, they needed to shape what the public would learn. They mastered the arts of "spin" and media manipulation just when these became crucial to political success. Dealing with Bobby's cheating and whisking him off to another school was just one small way in which the well-oiled family machine worked to protect one of its own. 
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Picture a thin, wiry, short teenager who is so shy he walks four feet behind a girl he is escorting home from chapel. Head down, hands jammed into his pockets, he looks to her like "a bird in a storm." That was one Bobby Kennedy at Milton Academy. But that same boy had been a second-string halfback at Portsmouth Priory, and now, out on the football field, he was a demon, a terror. He was not big for his age or especially fast, but he had strong arms because he worked and worked at it. There was no such thing as "practice" for Bobby. He was as likely to get hurt smashing into a piece of equipment as into an opposing player. He never stopped. 
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Bobby was now a starter on the varsity. Some of the kids found him weird for being so single-minded. One schoolmate remembered that "Bobby certainly tried hard. He showed absolute determination; he decided to do something, he just gave it everything he had." Even in those appreciative words you can hear the hesitation: "certainly" he "tried"--but all the effort showed him to be uncomfortable, out of place, on his own strange track. 
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The funny thing is that Bobby's very discomfort, his oddness, drew the attention of the most important student in the whole school. Life at Milton revolved around one young man who was a spectacular natural athlete and completely at ease with himself. David Hackett's charm, his grace under pressure, could disarm even the sternest headmaster and dazzle every fellow student. In fact there is a whole book written about him: A Separate Peace, by John Knowles, where he appears as Phineas, the wonder boy. The amazing David Hackett did not need to fit in. 
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David took a liking to the intense young man who held nothing back on the football field, and who was as irreverent as he was. And perhaps in David, Bobby found someone a bit like his older brothers, but in his own world. With David at Milton, Bobby could be in the circle of the star as he was in the circle of the family: not at the center, but close by, and driving himself without mercy. 
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Bobby out in front of David, blocking for him; Bobby racing downfield to catch one of David's passes finally drew his father's attention. The very first time Joseph ever praised Bobby to the rest of the family came after he "played a whale of a game." 
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One reason for Bobby's success in football was that Joe had patiently and carefully taught his brother how to catch and throw, with each pass just a little harder so that Bobby could get used to the speed and sting. Jack's connection to Bobby came through books. At times he shared the adventure stories he was reading with his younger brother. Jack's stories and Joe's games gave Bobby a path to follow: he could admire his older brothers from afar, as if they were the knights and heroes of legend, while trying to emulate them in his own world of schoolboy sports. But in the 1930s a much bloodier form of competition was looming, as Europe stumbled toward a second world war. The war changed everything.

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<title>The World Made New</title>
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by Marc Aronson (Author), John W. Glenn (Author)
National Geographic Children&apos;s Books



“This splendid, exciting, beautifully illustrated account of the Age of Exploration relates events so dramatic that they would have been dismissed as implausible fiction if they hadn’t actually happened. Don’t think of this as `just’ a book for kids: children’s parents will find it equally gripping and informative.” - Jared Diamond professor of Geography at UCLA, and author of the best-selling Pulitzer-Prize-winner Guns, Germs, and Steel
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by Marc Aronson (Author), John W. Glenn (Author)<br>
National Geographic Children's Books (August 14, 2007)
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Reading level: Ages 9-12
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Hardcover: 64 pages
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<strong>Book Description</strong>

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<img alt="This World Made New" src="http://www.marcaronson.com/archives/twmn.gif" width="240" height="240" align="right" />National Geographic has always given readers the bigger picture of our world. Now The World Made New shows children the bigger context of American history. Written by award-winning children's author Marc Aronson and John W. Glenn, this innovative title will lead children through the causes and consequences of the defining age of exploration. Its unique approach will provide children with new ways of thinking about and learning from history, and instill a lasting sense of our country's past.

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The World Made New provides a detailed account of the charting of the New World and the long-term effects of America's march into history. The text uses primary sources to bring history to life and features evocative profiles of the major explorers of the age. The book is beautifully illustrated with full-color artwork, multiple-time lines, and six custom National Geographic maps. The text and layout combine to provide an enlightening overview of New World exploration, and outline the historical context for the discoveries that literally changed the world.

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The narrative carries young readers through this age of glorious, and sometimes inglorious, adventure. Follow the timeline of history unfolding; how the early colonies were established; how dissemination of products like the potato, tomato, tobacco, and corn made the Americas a major part of the new world economy; and how the Caribbean became a major trading hub.

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<title>The Real Revolution: The Global Story of American Independence</title>
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Clarion Books

What caused the American Revolution?
How did India become the &quot;Jewel in the Crown&quot; of the British Empire?

How are the histories of America, Britain, and India linked?
 
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How are the histories of America, Britain, and India linked?
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<h2><b>The Real Revolution</b> answers these questions, and more.</h2>

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"The Real Revolution is a unique and dynamic look at the origins of the American Revolution. Seamlessly connecting events from India to the North American wilderness, Marc Aronson has created a brilliant mosaic that will fascinate and inform both young adults and their parents. This is history as it should always be written."
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Kevin Baker, columnist for American Heritage, author of Dreamland, and Paradise Alley.
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Completing his trilogy on the colonial period, Aronson follows the trail of a simple question to a world of fascinating answers. In tracing out the reasons why the British sent the tea that the Americans tossed into Boston harbor, he discovered that the history of the English in India, and riots on the streets of London, were as important to the American Revolution as familiar protests in Boston or speeches in Virginia. Here is American History and World History combined - a picture of the past that perfectly matches our global present. 
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"In another expert analysis of milestones in the formation of our country's distinctive character, Aronson traces a complex social, political and economic dance that links Clive's consolidation of the British East India Company's power in India, the growing unrest in Britain's North American colonies, and the often-shortsighted actions of a corrupt British Parliament."
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<p class="quoter">-- John Peters, Booklist -- starred review
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<h3>Essays
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<p>For an essay about the research behind this book from the June issue of <a href="http://www.keepmedia.com/pubs/SchoolLibraryJournal/2005/06/01/883959?extID=10026">School Library Journal, click here</a>.</a>
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A second annotated essay aimed at AP teachers will be available on the <a href="http://apcentral.collegeboard.com/">APCentral website</a> in September. 
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<title>John Winthrop, Oliver Cromwell, and the Land of Promise</title>
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by Marc Aronson 
Clarion Books



&quot;Aronson has many gifts: an ability to take historical events and render them as if they were unfolding before us; a cold eye for the prejudices of partisan contemporary accounts; the wit to untangle the knot of conflicting intepretations.... Aronson is masterly at illuminating the reality of religious faith and the cataclysmic clash of beliefs that created fertile ground for ideas about democracy and equality.... The notes are a model of lucidity for any student wanting to find out more.&quot;</summary>
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by Marc Aronson (Author) 
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<p>This carefully researched and insightful account by Sibert medalist Marc Aronson focuses on the intertwined lives of John Winthrop, the first governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony, and Oliver Cromwell, Lord Protector of the Puritan Commonwealth in England. Set against a broad canvas of the turmoil that engulfed Britain in the 17th century, the book examines the clashes of the monarchy and the church with Parliament, which led these two powerful men to take opposite courses. Here is a panoramic view of the period, from elaborate masques to the trial of a heretic, from wars fought against Indians to dramatic battles led by cavalry, from the toppling of a king to the search for the ideal society. 	Packed with literary allusions, vivid descriptions of significant events, and a cast of memorable figures, this sweeping account picks up where the highly acclaimed Sir Walter Ralegh leaves off, providing another riveting look at British and early American history. Cast of characters, maps, endnotes and bibliography, Internet resources, timeline, index.
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"...writing is clear and the documentation meticulous...an important study of the origins of America as a land of promise."<br />
--Kirkus Reviews						
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<p class="quoter">-- GraceAnne A. DeCandido, Booklist
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"...writing is clear and the documentation meticulous...an important study of the origins of America as a land of promise."</p>
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<span class="link"><a href="http://www.marcaronson.com/american_taliban.html"><b>When America was the Homeland of Religious Extremists</b></a></span> - The saga of America's passage from utopian theocracy to secular democracy parallels the current conflicts
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<span class="link"><a href="http://www.marcaronson.com/john_winthrop.html"><b>John Winthrop</b></a></span>: the misunderstood Puritan
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<span class="link"><a href="http://www.marcaronson.com/cromwell_marston_moor.html"><b>Cromwell at Marston Moor</b></a></span>: The battle that decided the English Civil War
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<span class="link"><a href="http://www.marcaronson.com/challenge_of_america.html"><b>"City on a hill": John Winthrop and the Challenge of America</b></a></span>: Could a "model of Christian charity" be a foundation for a real colony?

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<span class="link"><a href="http://www.marcaronson.com/declaration_of_independence.html"><b>The Great Debate of 1647</b></a></span>: Government by the consent of the governed
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<title>Witch-Hunt : Mysteries of the Salem Witch Trials</title>
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by Marc Aronson 
Simon &amp; Schuster



&quot;This is excellent history writing that involves the reader in the excitement of discovery and the thrill of recreating the past.&quot;
-- Kirkus Reviews



&quot;Teachers should throw away other books they have been using for young adults and turn to this one.&quot;
--Bernard Rosenthal
author of Salem Story: Reading the Witch Trials of 1692

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by Marc Aronson (Author), Stephanie Anderson (Illustrator) 
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In a plain meetinghouse, a woman stands before her judges. The accusers, girls and young women, are fervent, overexcited, just on the edge of breaking out into convulsions. The accused is a poor, unpopular woman who had her first child before she was married. As the trial proceeds, the girls begin to wail, tear their clothing, and scream that the woman is hurting them. Some of them expose wounds to the horrified onlookers, holding out the pins that have stabbed them -- pins that have appeared as if by magic. Are the girls acting, or are they really tormented by an unseen evil? Whatever the cause, the nightmare in Salem has begun: The witch trials will eventually claim twenty-five lives, shatter the community, and forever shape the American social conscience.</p>

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Acclaimed historian Marc Aronson sifts through the facts, myths, half-truths, misinterpretations, and theories around the Salem witch trials to present us with a vivid narrative of one of the most compelling mysteries in American history. Witch-Hunt is a brilliant book that will stimulate and challenge readers to come to their own conclusions about what really happened during those terrifying months of accusations, trials, and executions.
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<title>Beyond the Pale: New Essays for a New Era</title>
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by Marc Aronson 
Rowman &amp; Littlefield




&quot;This excellent book should be required reading for anyone who cares about young adults and their literature.&quot;
-- School Library Journal



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<b>Beyond the Pale: New Essays for a New Era</b><br>		
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Rowman & Littlefield
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This excellent book should be required reading for anyone who cares about young adults and their literature.</p>
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Ellen A. Greever, University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee</p>

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<title>Exploding the Myths: The Truth about Teens and Reading</title>
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by Marc Aronson




&quot;As a YA publisher, editor, writer, and critic, Aronson is an eloquent, passionate advocate for high-quality YA books. The collection comprises 13 of his speeches and articles from the past six years, including &quot;The Challenge and the Glory of YA Literature,&quot; which originally appeared in Booklist. He opens up the intense arguments about censorship, audience (how adult is young adult?), authenticity, popularity versus quality, and more.&quot;
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by Marc Aronson<br>
Rowman & Littlefield
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We are in the midst of the largest teenage population boom since the nineteen sixties, and all of the media are scrambling to reach this alert, savvy, wealthy, and self-conscious generation. But for authors, editors, parents, teachers, and librarians this large group of readers poses a series of special problems: what is too old, or too young for teenage eyes? Should there even be a literature for teenagers, or wouldn't they be better off skipping ahead to adult books? Do boys read at all? Can books offer moral instruction, role models, or guidance on the path to adulthood? Where do books fit into the ever-growing set of multimedia options that are this generation's birthright? Marc Aronson, Ph.D. has won the LMP, the industry award for editing, and the Boston Globe Horn Book award for writing books for teenagers. Here, in a series of probing, innovative essays he marshals a decade of insights earned in practice as well as his knowledge as a scholar of publishing history, to pose and answer these key questions. As he explores the true potential of Young Adult literature and revels in the passion of its readers he exposes the real problem with teenagers and reading: adult myths, projections, and blind prejudices."Exploding the Myths" is a provocative book that will be necessary reading for everyone who deals with this burgeoning generation of readers. 
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<title>Sir Walter Ralegh and the Quest for El Dorado</title>
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by Marc Aronson
Clarion Books


Winner of the Robert F. Sibert Medal

Winner of the Boston Globe Horn Book Prize


&quot;The book chronicles Ralegh&apos;s rise from his country-bumpkin origins to Elizabeth&apos;s courtier and goes on to describe how his ambition pointed him toward the New World. It also reveals much about the intrigue at Queen Elizabeth&apos;s court, as well as the motives and machinations of those living in the Americas.&quot;
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&quot;This book is exemplary nonfiction and pure gold for libraries.&quot;
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Sir Walter Ralegh (the way he spelled it) was so much more than a promoter of tobacco--although he certainly did promote tobacco. He was so much more than a man who lay down his cloak so Queen Elizabeth I would not get her feet wet--a story which may or may not be true. He was a man from a poor background who rose almost as high as one could in Elizabethan England--and then fell about as low. Stunningly researched, brilliantly written, full of fascinating facts (did you know there were no maps of England that showed ROADS until the 1590s), this is young adult writing at its finest.
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"Aronson's portrait of "the first modern man" is both provocative and tantalizing, revealing his subject as a person of canny wit and magnetism with all-too-human shortcomings. Age 11-up."<br>
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<title>Art Attack : A Brief Cultural History of the Avant-Garde</title>
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by Marc Aronson
Clarion Books


A New York Times Best Book


&quot;Ambitious yet accessible, this volume describes virtually every artistic movement challenging the social, political and cultural status quo from the 1830s to the present, each within its historical context from the bohemians of 19th-century Paris to the Generation Xers and cybertechies of today.&quot;

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<img src="/images/artattack.gif" align="left" hspace="4" />In the army, the advance guard is the first wave of soldiers who rush into enemy territory, risking their lives to map out the terrain. In the arts, the avant-garde consists of people who have devoted their talents, even their lives, to seeing the future and to confronting others with their visions. This intriguing introduction to modern art examines the avant-garde from its nineteenth-century origins in Paris to its meaning and influence today. It presents the visionaries who took the greatest risks, who saw the furthest, and who made the most challenging art-art that changed how we imagine our world. From cubism to pop art and beyond, this is the story not only of those risk takers, but of their creations and of the times in which they lived. Notes, bibliography, index. 
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Aronson combines traditional art historical narrative with his personal passion for all of the arts to make a convincing case that pop art, surrealism, dadaism, cubism, abstract expressionismAand all the other "isms" of convention-defying avant-garde art can be intelligible to young readers. Ambitious yet accessible, this volume describes virtually every artistic movement challenging the social, political and cultural status quo from the 1830s to the present, each within its historical context from the bohemians of 19th-century Paris to the Generation Xers and cybertechies of today.<br>
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