When I was a young reporter an ethnically-mixed primary school substituted chapati man for gingerbread man in the 'Run, run, as fast as you can...' nursery rhyme which prompted anger amongst some white parents, who were in the minority.
This was one of the softer-Left London boroughs. However, I was involved in local politics and there were some fucking loonies in the local Labour Party. More to do with their personalities than their politics.
The school didn't explain themselves to me, which was their prerogative. I suspect they did it because most of their pupils didn't know what gingerbread was, whatever their skin colour. But it could have been over-enthusiasm. Who knows?
It would have been a sensible move for the headteacher or someone from the council to have given a calm explanation because that would have neutered a 'pc gorn mad' story. BTW, it was before we learned to call it political correctness.
It also would have reassured those white parents who felt marginalised and spiked the guns of those who just wanted a ruck.
It would have been an even better idea to ask the Bengali children to come up with their own nursery rhymes. That way they could include and educate everybody. Peace and love and all that shit.
It's always best to explain things. Often it gets ignored but if you have a policy of never speaking, your message is never going to get out.
BTW I did draw the line at reporting one mother's complaints that her DD wasn't taught the Lord's Prayer at school. I learned that at church. To my mind that's where you should learn it.
My editor was always keen to stir up discord where none existed but as a committed Christian he'd have probably agreed with that one. Anyway, I didn't give him the chance.