James Loewen's book, while advertising to give us the straight scoop on history that a dozen years or more of public education could not, is little more than a bad attempt at trying to combine his radical leftist viewpoint with some history anecdotes he feels are left out or not discussed enough and calling it the real history of this country. Although there are some interesting points he does make, for the most part he goes on and on about how bad anyone who has managed to do something with their life should feel (that person could only be a white male according to Loewen) and that history books are only here to make those same people feel not so bad about their position in life. It is a terribly slanted book, and I would strongly suggest that unless you are forced to read it by your liberal history professor (as I was), let this one stay on the shelf.