You have to learn to crawl before you can walk over hot coals. Our present love affair with diversity, inclusion, and multiculturalism got its training wheels in the early ’70s when the melting pot boiled over and Ethnic Awareness hit the fan.

It was a total rejection of E pluribus unum, our original version of inclusion whereby vastly different peoples pledged to the same ideals, language, and customs were to be gradually melded into a national type. Less loftily known as “Americanization,” the melding process eventually took on a cookie-cutter aspect that offended the obsessive individuality enshrined by the ’60s. Worse,

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