Censorship can show up in the strangest places. In my history books at school is a famous portrait of the Indian chief Tecumseh. I had glanced at it many times and not paid much attention. Then one day I saw the same picture in an older book and it looked strange. Something was different. Eventually I noticed what it was.
In the original portrait, Tecumseh is smoking a pipe. In the current picture the pipe has been airbrushed out of the picture. Political correctness strikes again. Because the do-gooders of the Nanny Nation are on a war against freedom and tobacco is near the top of their list, they took the liberty, if you will excuse the word, of removing the evidence that someone they wanted to praise had the terrible habit of smoking tobacco.
I don’t smoke. Never have, never will. But I like my history accurate and uncensored. I don’t like the editors of my books to manipulate my mind or my students minds.
Censorship, by any other name, be it oh so sweet, is still censorship.
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