Yesterday, Columbus Day, I went to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston with my wife and a couple friends. I have good memories of it, but haven’t been there for about 20 years. This time it was different. The art and excavations were still awesome as usual, but the management of the museum, predictably, has descended into the pit of our age of insanity. Here are three examples.

First, in a large room we saw a live exhibit of a Native American song and dance, with a man tapping a drum and chanting an inaudible sound while a woman danced around with what looked like hula hoops. In itself this was fine, a taste of art from a different culture. But surrounding this show were tables with women offering petitions to sign urging the governor of MA to change Columbus Day to Indigenous People’s Day. Instead of signing, I chose to strike a conversation with one of the college-aged girls heading a booth. It went something like this:
Her: Would you like to sign the petition?
Me: What’s it about, in a nutshell?
Her: To change this day officially in MA to Indigenous People’s Day.
Me: Why not celebrate both Columbus and indigenous people?
Her: (Looks at me strangely)  No, we can’t do that. He and his people stole our land and killed our people. (She didn’t look Native American but rather of African decent. I didn’t challenge her on this.)
Me: You and I weren’t there to see it, but I’m sure Columbus and his crew did some good things and bad things, as did the indigenous people, many of whom practiced infanticide as part of their culture and regularly sacrificed children to their gods. All extended historical events are usually a lot more complex than we think. No one is all good and all bad.

Her: No… I don’t think so.
Me: Okay. Just wanted to give my two cents as a little food for thought. Thank you.

The second PC experience came when we had to visit the bathroom. We were forced to choose between doors that said “Male Self-Identified” and “Female Self-Identified”. Sex has finally caught up to its section of modern art: Reality is not something that declares itself to you, it is what you declare it to be.

Thirdly, instead of just letting the art and archaeological digs speak for themselves, there had to be videos in certain areas showing the ‘oppressed’ telling us how important their ancestors were, and of course there was your typical “women are strong and can do anything they want” lecture.

The MFA is an awesome historical experience, but like most things run by the cultural elite today, it is slowly being ruined by the foolish following of the PC narrative into its cultural confusion and chaos.