There are times in turbulent history of humanity when brave men are born. They are like voices in the deserts, lights shining in the darkness and beacons of reason in a world racked by ignorance, or even self-destructing folly. They are sent by destiny to fight against the trends of the moment, the politically correct, to sail against the social winds, to warn their brethrens, their people of their own folly, of their turning blind eyes to the reality, of negating their very own fundamental duty. It has happened throughout history, whether in the time of Rome, of Greece, of ancient India or even recently during the rise of Nazis.
Often these men fight a lonely, difficult battle; they are not really recognized in their lifetimes, except by a few like-minded souls and they have to struggle throughout their existence for going against the main trend, political or otherwise. But it is the price they have to pay for their uncompromising honesty and their being faithful to the call of the Truth.
When these valorous but lonely men pass away, sometimes even many years after their deaths, they are at last recognized and justice is done to them. What was politically incorrect, suddenly becomes accepted, for these men were always ahead of their times. France's General De Gaulle, who warned of the danger of the Nazis and fought nearly a lonely battle when the whole of France had surrendered, was one such man. Today, he is a hero but seven decades ago, the majority of his brothers and sisters were against him and he was treated as if an outcast.