Officially he was. That's why I said that for a rebel, Anakin died being a good guy who fought for the Republic.
The point is whether Anakin was famous enough to become a referent or if he was just some random Jedi... I mean, a referent from past times, just as Che Guevara is for Communist Youths.
So here's the novelisation stuff about Anakin and ObiWan being the Lennon-McCartney of their time. (this reminds me strongly my suggestion of making them rely and worry about each other a little more in an edit of ROTS)
Younglings across the galaxy know their names, know everything
about them, follow their exploits as though they are sports
heroes instead of warriors in a desperate battle to save civilization.
Even grown-ups are not immune; it's not uncommon for an
exasperated parent to ask, when faced with offspring who have
just tried to pull off one of the spectacularly dangerous bits of
foolishness that are the stock-in-trade of high-spirited younglings
everywhere, So which were you supposed to be, Kenobi or Skywalker?
Kenobi would rather talk than fight, but when there is fighting
to be done, few can match him. Skywalker is the master of audacity;
his intensity, boldness, and sheer jaw-dropping luck are the perfect
complement to Kenobi's deliberate, balanced steadiness. Together,
they are a Jedi hammer that has crushed Separatist infestations on
scores of worlds.
All the younglings watching the battle in Coruscant's sky
know it: when Anakin and Obi-Wan get there, those dirty Seppers
are going to wish they'd stayed in bed today. (...)The adults know that legendary heroes are merely legends, and
not heroes at all.These adults can take no comfort from their younglings. Palpatine is captured. Grievous will escape. The Republic will fall. No
mere human beings can turn this tide. No mere human beings
would even try. Not even Kenobi and Skywalker.
And so it is that these adults across the galaxy watch the
HoloNet with ashes where their hearts should be.
Ashes because they can't see two prismatic bursts of realspace
reversion, far out beyond the planet's gravity well; because they
can't see a pair of starfighters crisply jettison hyperdrive rings and
streak into the storm of Separatist vulture fighters with all guns
blazing.
A pair of starfighters. Jedi starfighters. Only two.
Two is enough.
Two is enough because the adults are wrong, and their
younglings are right.
Though this is the end of the age of heroes, it has saved its best
for last.