In 1970, Gingrich joined the history department at West Georgia College as an assistant professor. In 1974, he moved to the geography department where he helped found an interdisciplinary environmental studies program. After eight years at West Georgia, the 35-year-old Gingrich was denied tenure and he abandoned his planned professorial profession.
The brief biographical sketch provided above casts legitimate doubt on the strength of Gingrich’s scholarly claims. Not one to let the facts stand in the way of a good story, Gingrich relies on his paltry professorial past to intimidate opponents and convince voters that he is the thinking man’s Republican and thus more intellectually equipped to take on his fellow former professor — Barack Obama.
During an appearance on the CBS Sunday morning mainstay, Face the Nation(picture above), presidential candidate Gingrich demonstrated how his time studying history did nothing to improve his woeful understanding of the separation of powers and checks and balances — two of the principal pillars upon which our Republic is built. ………………
“I noticed that by the time they returned to their cabins there was a change in their feelings. The great responsibility of being free, of having charge of themselves, of having to think and plan for themselves and their children, seemed to take possession of them. It was very much like suddenly turning a youth of ten or twelve years out into the world to provide for himself. In a few hours the great questions with which the AngloSaxon race had been grappling for centuries had been thrown upon these people to be solved. These were the questions of a home, a living, the rearing of children, education, citizenship, and the establishment and support of churches. Was it any wonder that within a few hours the wild rejoicing ceased and a feeling of deep gloom seemed to pervade the slave quarters? To some it seemed that, now that they were in actual possession of it, freedom was a more serious thing than they had expected to find it. Some of the slaves were seventy or eighty years old; their best days were gone. They had no strength with which to earn a living in a strange place and among strange people, even if they had been sure where to find a new place of abode. To this class the problem seemed especially hard. Besides, deep down in their hearts there was a strange and peculiar attachment to “old Master” and “old Missus,” and to their children, which they found it hard to think of breaking off. With these they had spent in some cases nearly a half century, and it was no light thing to think of parting. Gradually, one by one, stealthily at first, the older slaves began to wander from the slave quarters back to the “big house” to have a whispered conversation with their former owners as to the future. “