If you haven’t yet seen the incredible pro-America docudrama from Dinesh D’Souza, I encourage you to go as soon as possible — and take as many family members, friends, neighbors and acquaintances as you can. From my review of the film, posted at The American Journal:
In this noble effort, D’Souza expertly crafts a stunning visualization of a very different outcome for the American Revolution. Early on in the film, he takes viewers onto an 18th century battlefield, where a resolute General George Washington leads an army of ordinary men into devastating combat with theworld’s premier superpower. Instead of being a prelude to his eventual inauguration as the first American President in 1789, this battle ends Washington’s death — and destroys all hope of forging a free and prosperous nation.
Thanks in part to stunning cinematography and excellent acting, this scene is truly gut-wrenching. What if Washington had been killed? What would the world look like today?
Using that premise, D’Souza ponders the question of why so many Americans hate their own country. As an immigrant who moved to the United States 30 years ago, he feels very differently about the nation the founders risked everything to create on July 4, 1776. So what is the driving force behind American self-loathing?
The answer: Left-wing radical Howard Zinn and his book A People’s History of the United States – a scathing indictment of America that has infiltrated public schools, pop culture and academia. As the filmmaker explains, Zinn’s anti-American screed forms the foundation for the outright antipathy so many Americans feel for their homeland.
But is it accurate?
With logic and fact, D’Souza’s film brilliantly deconstructs Zinn’s indictments one by one – from Native American genocide, to “stealing” Mexican land, to “occupying” other nations with our military might in our insatiable quest for world domination. Every charge is examined through the lens of history, with some surprising revelations. For example, the fact that one of the most brutal slave-owners in the American south was himself a black American and former slave- a man who also engaged in the horrid practice of slave breeding — something even white slave owners refused to do. On a positive note, D’Souza also introduces us to some notable, overlooked Americans, like Madame C.J. Walker, the first self-made female millionaire the nation had ever seen — who also happened to be black.
I don’t know about you, but I never learned about Madame C.J. Walker, nor about black slave owners in the American south in all of my years of schooling. In the fifth grade I had a nun who was very passionate about the issue of slavery, which she clubbed her young students with every single day, instilling as much white guilt as possible. Funny, Sister Charlene never told us the whole story, including how Africans sold their own people into slavery. And she also left out the part about white people being slaves throughout history in various civilizations.
My point is not that slavery is ok — it’s evil. Just that it’s not the exclusive domain of Caucasian men and women in terms of inflicting it upon people of color. But how many Americans are even aware that, as D’Souza points out, the United States is the only country that went to war to end it?
Lest you think it’s just a boring history lesson, D’Souza’s America is an inspiring, emotional, passionate, joyful and uplifting ride through the American psyche. While it masterfully and truthfully refutes the America-hating narrative of the Left it also evokes renewed appreciation and love for the greatest country in the history of the world.
If you’re not cheering in the aisles at the end, you may want to check your pulse.