Way back in the early ‘70s I had a wannabee with-it history teacher sophomore year of high school.
Part of the class was a study of religions. Buddhism, Hinduism, Islam were all presented as glorious examples of spirituality.
Then came the discussion of Christianity. Suddenly this single religion was solely responsible for most of the evil in the world.
The neat thing was that the doofus had a policy of open discussion in class. (Being cool with the kids, ya know.) He also knew almost nothing about the religion he was trying to trash.
For three straight days I (and to a lesser extent another girl) disassembled him in class. Fourth day the class format changed to a lecture format for the rest of the semester.
For my final grade he gave me a D-. I challenged this and the three-person review board raised it to an A. Turned out I knew his subject a great deal better than he did.
He moved to another school the next year.
Good for you!
Stories like that one make me feel all warm and fuzzy; and remind me of the following observation I heard years ago:
"Why is it that people who know the least, say it the loudest?"