Ditto with Che Guevara.
Nice kid, art major, but like many kids, kind of clueless about certain things. We were going out to eat one night, and he comes down wearing a Che shirt.
We had the following conversation:
ME: “Do you know who that guy is on your shirt?”
NEPHEW: “Ummm...he’s a revolutionary guy?”
ME: “Yeah. Do you know what kind of “revolutionary guy”?”
NEPHEW: Umm...no.
ME: “It was his job to have people who disagreed with Castro dragged out of their homes in the middle of the night and murdered in front of their families, and then the families were sometimes murdered. This guy was the one who did it. He actually performed the murders himself.”
NEPHEW: “Um...I just kind of like the shirt.”
ME: “Ah.”