Quite the story lostsierra.
Looks like in this case the truth did set you free!
O.A.

"In matters of style, swim with the currents...in matters of principle, stand like a rock. - Thomas Jefferson"

As a senior in high school I had to take American Government. 100 kids in class, three teachers. One was avowed socialist. He was bald, wide and short. The honor student girls kissed up to him and mobbed him. He was their star. One day he talked about money and gold. Said that the productivity of the economy was the strength of the dollar and gold was a fool's wish. I asked him how come Germany's money became worthless; afterall, Germany had a strong economy and WWI hadn't been fought on German soil? German factories, mines and farms were still very productive I pointed out. He walked over to me, glared at me and ordered me out of class. I picked up my book and binders and went out the door. He followed me, slammed the door, grabbed me by the shirt around my throat and threw me against the lockers. The whole hall shook with the impact. He tried to lift me up, but couldn't. He told me never to question him again or refute him. I looked down at him and suddenly gave him a double forearm shiver under the chin. (This is a football move to break an illegal hold). His head snapped back and staggered back and dropped to his knees, glassy eyed. I walked to him and drew back my right for the coup de grace. His eyes flickered and he came around and stood up, ordered me to the Dean's Office. I ordered him to the Principal's Office and pointed down the hall, yelling at him that if he didn't boot scoot straight away or if he tried to run I would tackle him and beat the shit out of him. (I played safety on a championship team). He went to the Principal's Office. We three had a talk, he spoke first, then me. The principal asked him who's version was right. The socialist looked all around and at the floor and said mine. He was threatened with firing and told never to touch another student and censor them. He left at the end of the year. The honor society girls blacklisted me and the boys and girls who sat in the back of the room elected me "King of the Jets." You know who the Jets were, don't you? They were a street gang in West Side Story. Don't go along, kick butt, catch fire, be free.