In the evening of October 1st, 2022, I attended a wonderful concert at the National Concert Hall in Taipei with my girlfriend. The main performer was my Spanish friend Arturo Costa, born in Cullera, a town very close to Valencia, the city I grew up in.
Married to a local woman and with two children, he has been living in Taiwan for the last ten years, building a successful career as a cellist and music teacher.
That night’s performers included another old friend, accomplished guitarist Roberto Zayas from Paraguay, and three locals. One of them was a female flamenco dancer.
Despite having lived in Spain for so long, I’m not an expert at all when it comes down to this art form. I was simply impressed by the passion she put into her performance, which I found outstanding.
Not for a single moment the ridiculous idea that she was appropriating part of my own cultural legacy came into my mind. Therefore, I neither felt hurt, nor broke down in tears, nor demanded that she stopped dancing immediately.
Though this concept is exactly what the Left in the West is promoting on a larger and lager scale. Of course, it’s a one-way street. Only Whites can be guilty of such heinous crimes like preparing Asian food, disguising as Indians or wearing dreadlocks.
If Progressives were consequent, they would request that non-Westerners don’t copy European dress codes and return to their original outfits. That would mean that the pianist better mothballed his suit and wore a robe dating back to an ancient Chinese dynasty.
The dancer seemed to be a Taiwanese Aborigine of Austronesian origin. He was dancing around half-naked most of the time, so apparently at least he was going back to his roots. Or must that be considered racist, as only savages are supposed to behave like that?