who now inhabit these campuses have become increasingly hypersensitive and nasty, spitting tacks at people for all manner of imaginary crimes such as “cultural appropriation.” Recently, a white guy got hammered for wearing dreadlocks. This is deeply ironic because, as I recall, we hippies were masters of cultural appropriation. Hookahs, Nehru jackets, bead curtains, reggae, Eastern religions, sitar music, Tibetan prayer flags, chakras, ethnic food, dashikis, Rasta shoulder bags, ironically worn military apparel, mandalas, henna tattoos, muumuus, hand-woven Guatemalan tunics, pyramid power, Maori tattoos, macramé — excuse me for a moment, I think I’m having an acid flashback. Trails, beautiful trails. . . .
Ahem. Apparently, this appropriation business has become big
business. Visit one of the hippie apparel shops online and pick up a
Native American Dream Catcher necklace or a Kathmandu boho sling bag.
Maybe a nice African thumb piano, or a pair of Cambodian water buffalo
sandals — just “add to cart” and check out with your Amex Platinum card.
The people who are griping about these outrages support entire
industries based on cultural appropriation.
What we’ve learned from this process, is when aggrieved people— even
peace-loving flower children— acquire power, they invariably turn into
oppressors as horrible as, or worse than, the tyrants they replaced.
This is how we have come to witness the spectacle of a white guy with
dreadlocks being assaulted by a black woman wearing Bob Marley
flip-flops, neither of whom is a Rastafarian or Jamaican.
Where have all the hippies gone?
Gone for tyrants, every one.
When will we ever learn, when will we ever learn?