In Search of New Heroes

I'm not into hero worship. Never have been. As an ethnic Indian lad growing up in Hong Kong in the 1960s and '70s, I belonged to no tribe, and so had no tribal chief to look up to as a role model. To the British and the Chinese, I was an outsider, while the Indians were too fragmented by religion and class to constitute a brotherhood. In my youthful experience and imagination, the high and mighty were haughty, intolerant or mercenary; no one appeared worthy of worship. I became even more cynical as a journalist. In our line of work, we...

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