RED RAIDERS for FAIR CONTRACTS

Recently buttons have been circulating around the kids that school which read “RED RAIDERS for FAIR CONTRACTS” in support of the teachers who have gone nearly two years without a contract from the town. On the button is a picture of our mascot, a little caricature of a Native American with feathers in his hair and a graduation cap. Sasha, ever the justice seeking missile, is refusing to put the button on her backpack because of the picture of the Native American, because it is offensive to the large Native American population in our over-built four square mile town. Because the plight of the socially oppressed Native Americans overshadows that of the teachers who have not had a contract in two years, who don’t know if they are going to be paid at the end of this year, and who are legally prohibited from going on strike or making any kind of protest that interferes with their job (which is the point of those kind of demonstrations).
Obviously, Sasha has her eye fixed on the bigger picture, and after learning of her views I have had several profound breakthroughs myself.
I suddenly feel strongly that I too should devote all of my absent-minded pity to the Native Americans, spend endless time nitpicking through cultural hallmarks, slang, and allusions in film to historical events to finally bring the Native American image to justice! I see the goal now, in my mind’s eye, and can confidently say that it is nearly within our grasp, despite hundreds of years of Native American caricatures, cultural hallmarks, slang, allusions, and also food (like corn, which we probably shouldn’t eat since technically it was theirs first). To avoid warping of their culture, we should probably ignore their existence entirely.
I now see the genius of Sasha and like-minded people; why try to fix something in our own town, our own high school, something that directly affects us, when we can take a stand about an issue that has essentially reached a state of equilibrium and meanwhile has no effect on us whatsoever.
Nevermind that the little caricature of the Native American has been the mascot of the school since it was formed, and continues to be a prominent and honored symbol of school spirit and unity. We should all fragment into little elitist groups, pull our hems from the mud and make assertions about things we seem to know nothing about, like the amorphous and ever-changing, all-encompassing Social Justice. Is it not social injustice that teachers are forced to babysit all day without a clear picture of what they will get paid, what their benefits will be, when they have family at home depending on their salary?