There's a statue in front of the courthouse of Confederate General John H. Morgan sitting atop a stallion. Morgan wasn't a terribly significant officer--Loewen reveals that Morgan succeeded in little more than getting his men captured before getting himself shot--but his monument is significant because the "stallion" is named Bess. Apparently it's fairly common for people making monuments to soldiers to turn their mares into stallions. University of Kentucky students seem to enjoy painting the mare's testicles blue and white.
It gets better: An anonymous bard has composed "The Ballad of Black Bess." Loewen gives us a few stanzas...
Proud the eye of good Black BessInteresting spelling. I've not been able to find a full version of this ballad online, though there may be a book that contains it. I'll keep digging.
With shamelessness uncanny,
She just ignores the testicules
That hang beneath her fanny.
Loewen wrote another book that gets to the truth obscured by official histories, Lies My Teacher Told Me. It's good stuff. Of course, there's also the work of Howard Zinn--notably, A People's History of the United States, but I think the more manageable Declarations of Independence is even better. There's Ray Raphael's Founding Myths, which specifically focuses on the American Revolution.