Ben and Me
by
Norma Klein
Since the recent death of my lamented friend and patron Ben Franklin, many
so-called historians have attempted to write accounts of his life and his
achievements. Most of these are wrong in so many respects that I feel the
time has now come for me to take pen in paw and set things right.
All of these ill-informed scribblers seem astonished at Ben’s great
fund of information, at his brilliant decisions, at his seeming knowledge
of all that went on about him.
Had they asked me, I could have told them. It was ME.
For many years I was his closest friend and adviser and, if I do say it, was
in great part responsible for his success and fame.
Not that I wish to claim too much: I simply hope to see justice done, credit
given where credit is due, and that’s to me – mostly.
Ben was undoubtedly a splendid fellow, a great man, a patriot and all that;
but he was undeniably stupid at times, and had it not been for me –
well, here’s the true story, and you can judge for yourself.
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