They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.
Now replace the reference to “mum and dad” with either “anthropology teachers” or “anthropological theorists” or any other suitable reference to the older heads in this room filled with white people talking about non-white people. (And those who talk about white people as if they were less-than-white.)
Replace the word “man” with “anthropologist.” Then replace the last sentence with something like this: “And don’t enroll any yourself.”