I was talking about discrimination with an American
friend with whom I could feel safe on the subject.
I could feel safe on the subject.
He was patient and chivalrous; he granted almost
everything I accused the Americans of.
He granted that American discrimination, while it
has its explanations, is nothing to be proud of .
He had nothing to support the racial cruelty induced
by race riots.
We talked about the American acting superior towards
other peoples.
He was still patient and chivalrous when he asked me quietly.
"Please do not take offence when I ask this question: don't
you discriminate somewhat as unreasonably against
your so-called lower classes, your servants, your field
help, you poor relations?"
He locked at me innocently when he added: "I hope I am wrong"
He did not hope he was wrong because he knew that he was
right, very right.
He knew too that he was safe to the that way to me.
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