Motus Mentis

It’s been a gratifying few days for Mr. Trump: he swatted aside a hostile 60 Minutes interviewer on Sunday night, then had a judge throw out Stormy Daniels’ lawsuit (and award him court costs).

But best of all has to have been Elizabeth Warren’s foolish broadcasting of a DNA result that shows that she might — might — have had a single Amerindian ancestor as many as ten generations ago. That makes her less of a “Native American” — one 512th, perhaps, or a 1,024th — than an average white American. (It also means that most black Americans are far more European than she is Indian.)

Nevertheless, she and the media are sticking to their guns (or tomahawks, or whatever). The news coverage I saw yesterday announced, with perfect coordination and no sign of embarrassment, that the test had “confirmed” her status as an authentic Redskin squaw.

Not so fast, said the Cherokee Nation, who issued a statement saying that Ms. Warren, who had claimed to be one of the tribe, was most certainly nothing of the sort.

Nice going, Senator. With two years to go until the next presidential election, you’ve made yourself ridiculous.

A while back, when Rachel Dolezal was also outed as a phony who had lied about her ancestry to claim the high status of low status, I proposed Pollack’s Principle of Privilege:

To know where real privilege lies, simply see how people choose to identify themselves.

For context and brief analysis, read the original post, here.