The “this” in question refers to Indians propensity to drink. See here for a Steve Sailer column about it (hat tip: Mark Spahn). When I was a grad student, I lived in an Indian neighborhood in Minneapolis (and by that I mean that there were more Indians there than in other neighborhoods, not that it was mostly Indian). They would be up at the earliest hours hanging about and drinking in Peavey Park, which was half a block away from where I lived. It was a curious lifestyle, I thought.
Below is a picture of Peavey Park from the movie The Mighty Ducks. (It is misidentified in the credits as Elliot Park.) I never dreamed that that pathetic place would one day be chosen as the site for a Hollywood movie, but what do I know about popular culture? Nothing, apparently. Incidentally, the scene in which the mother chews out Emilio Estevez’s character for driving his car onto the frozen lake – because it might fall through, after all – was laughable for those of us who knew this park. There was no lake there; they just flooded the softball fields, so a car falling through the ice would have fallen an inch or two.
Anyway, I thought the best thing a social worker could do would be to grab some lacrosse equipment, distribute it to the drunks in the park, and demand that they all start playing. “You invented this sport, so let’s see you play it,” they could have said. “How about taking some pride in your own culture?” Naturally, this would have ruffled an awful lot of feathers among all leftists, though if it had gotten the Indians off booze and into physical fitness, I would have counted it as a victory.
One thing I will say for Indians is that they were not violent. Those Black Lives Matter types who insist that the police are racist are ignoring the fact that racist police would be bothering all non-whites and not just blacks. But Indians don’t get shot by the police, because they just aren’t violent the way blacks are.