The heroes of my childhood - I dreamed of standing with Chinese Gordon at Khartoum as he fought off the dervish hordes. In my imagination I performed an unbelievable act of heroism that saved the day.
With Custer, I brought up the troop that killed the savages. I fought fuzzie-wuzzies, wily orientals, Zulus; all the heathen hordes of childhood literature. Sometimes I was on the other side, eating long pig with the South Sea cannibals.

Now Tintin is under attack. The icons of the past have fallen to the cult of "Correctness." Our children we consider brainless; we must spoon-feed them only applesauce.