]]>Heroes are dangerous. We all know that.
Choose the wrong one and people can die. If a lot of people choose the wrong one, a lot of people can die.
But then every now and then, you can see a hero so perfect for a particular time, place and milieu that hero worship seems almost ordained.
I.F. Stone’s time, it seems, has come around again 17 years after his death. In an “information era” of corporate journalism, startling wartime press conformity and acquiescence, a pack press with a summer camp mentality and those called “access whores” exchanging truth for the certainty of being manipulated, it is once again the hour of the great individualist and pariah of Washington journalism.