The Association of Native Americans at Yale this weekend condemned Shaka, an all-female Polynesian dance group, for appropriating Hawaiian and Tahitian culture and demanded that the group disband.
The puzzle-witted children of the privileged are really hooked on the narcotic of animosity, aren't they? It takes a lot of negative energy and bile to create something infuriating out of innocuous activities.
My current view of Yale students was established by a young woman I observed in New Haven the other day. I was stopped at a traffic light and watched her walk into the side of a car in front of me. Just plumb right into it. She left a dent. I'm guessing she's either a STEM scholar [my physicist/mathematician Dad and his NASA colleagues could be a little ditsy from time to time] or had been "triggered" by some act of "appropriation" that had left her "micro-aggressed".