Going to school in England in the early 2000s, I remember one time in PE class where our teachers thought it would be a tremendous idea to have us learn how to do a haka dance, despite us living on the complete opposite side of the world, and all being pasty white teenagers. Of course, 'multiculturalism' was all the rage at the time.

That was my only personal exposure to Maori culture, and it's one of those memories where you occasionally think about it in the shower or just before you fall asleep, and you cringe with embarrassment at how stupid you must have looked, even all these years later. The 'multicultural' exposure had the opposite effect on me, because I now have an instinctual negative reaction to the Maori, despite never having met one!