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History is Human: An Talk with man of letters and biographer David McCullough
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Teacher David McCullough JR: "Why I was right to tell students they're nothing special"
Late in the afternoon of 1 June 2012, I gave a speech to an American graduating class. My audience, or so I thought, was seated before me at the high school in Wellesley, a suburb west of Boston, where I teach English. I did not know that the electronic world was eavesdropping, nor would I have thought that anyone beyond earshot would take an interest in what I might say.
Within a few days, though – thanks initially, it seems, to a line or two taken out of context – my speech and I became international headlines. Suddenly I was the "you're not special" guy. From Berlin to Beijing, Facebook, Twitter and the blogosphere went crazy. The video, which I did not know was being shot, went viral.
My inbox exploded. Local, national and international print reporters, radio people and television people scrambled to interview me. Letters of appreciation began arriving. Limousines appeared in my driveway. It was sudden, surreal and gratifying. All because of a 12-minute speech. And I, a somewhat ruminative sort, perfectly content with a quiet life, scratched my head.
The substance of my remarks came from a growing concern about what I've been seeing over the past several years, in my classroom, arou
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The Course of Human Events
BY DAVID MCCULLOUGH
Dr. Cole, ladies and gentlemen, to be honored as I am tonight in the Capital of our country, in the presence of my family and many old friends, is for me almost an out-of-body experience. Had someone told me forty years ago, as I began work on my first book, trying to figure out how to go about it, that I would one day be standing here, the recipient of such recognition, I would, I think, have been stopped dead in my tracks.
I've loved the work, all the way along -- the research, the writing, the rewriting, so very much that I've learned about the history of the nation and about human nature. I love the great libraries and archives where I've been privileged to work, and I treasure the friendships I've made with the librarians and archivists who have been so immensely helpful. I've been extremely fortunate in my subjects, I feel. The reward of the work has always been the work itself, and more so the longer I've been at it. The days are never long enough, and I've kept the most interesting company imaginable with people long gone. Some I've come to know better than many I know in real life, since in real life we don't get to read other people's mail.
I have also been extremely fortunate in the tributes that have come my wa