That hardly looks like privilege to me.
So should we hide the reality so many people live with, by banning its visual expression, or should we - and they - be doing something meaningful about it?
The problem is not that Maori get "special" treatment: it's that they don't get enough of it that works. The problem is not that we have gangs, but that so many hopeless young Maori see a need for them.
Gangs won't disappear if their patches do, in any case. Already gangs identify each other by the colours they wear, so will we start banning the colour red? And where would we stop?
By all means send Ansell a donation for his cause, if you can live with the company you'll keep.
My concern about Maori is that what we offer them doesn't work, and we never seem to learn from that. The way we teach and the way we run schools obviously doesn't do it for them, but year after year we continue in the same way, expecting different results.
Now new figures from the Government's Youth Guarantee Scheme report more failure.
The scheme was introduced two years ago to keep 16 and 17-year-olds in school doing vocational courses.
It's fair to assume many of these kids, who obviously disliked school enough to want to leave, would be Maori; fair to assume, too, that they'd need an improvement on regular schooling - but perhaps not.
The Government sank $52.7 million into 28 institutions to fund 4000 of these kids.
Fewer than half of them qualified at 11 of these in their first year and, in some places, less than a third qualified - whatever was meant by that.
At $13,175 a head, plus $500 for pastoral care, that's costly failure.
So do we blame the kids for that or do we wonder about the usefulness of the many people who earned a decent living while not getting through to them?
As for the cost, the kids would doubtless have been on welfare in some form or other anyway, and some would inevitably have joined gangs, for the comradeship and acceptance that pink-skinned people get at law school, or in business and advertising, all infinitely better paid and far less stressful than crime.
I don't like gangs, but I don't like smug middle-class people offering inane, superficial solutions any better.
As for intransigence, there's the ongoing saga of the Beast of Blenheim and where he'll live - or not live - on release from jail.
Some lateral thinking is called for here, and I suggest sending criminologist Greg Newbold to negotiate with him.
Some good might come of it, since Newbold is used to commenting on such matters, and isn't altogether daft.
The option most people would prefer, of course, would be a Hannibal Lecter one, with Wilson chained up forever in an underground kennel, wearing a muzzle so he couldn't bite people, and denied all contact with other living things.
Granted that approach would have its advantages, but it's probably not a goer.
