Credence bathwater revival

To paraphrase Shakespeare, the media coverage men get
lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
So has it been with the unlucky Bill Sutch, one of the great
New Zealanders of the 20th century, who did more to
promote equality, justice and prosperity for all than most
politicians have ever done, yet whose reputation in
posterity now seems to rest entirely on an alleged act of
espionage with a Soviet agent on a rainy night in
Wellington 35 years ago. Phooey to that. Sutch was a good
man, a loyal New Zealander, and if any more charges are
to be pressed in this case, they should be brought against
those of us ready to give a moment's credence to such
rubbishy allegations. It's profoundly depressing that a
lifetime's nation-building should be given less prominence
than a moment's indiscretion, if it was even that. The best
remedy now would be a seminar devoted to recognizing
and remembering Sutch's achievements; it might go some
way, at least, towards righting the record.