"I only go there when I nade something about me
work."
"Well, Katy," said Linda, "let me tell you this: the next time
you go there for anything take a good look for Japs before you
open the door. Get what you want and get out as quickly as
possible and be sure, Katy, desperately sure, that you lock the
door securely when you leave."
Katy set her hands on her hips, flared her elbows, and lifted her
chin.
"What's any of them little haythen been coin' to scare ye,
missy?" she demanded belligerently. "Don't you think I'm afraid
of them! Comes any of them around me and I'll take my mopstick
over the heads of them."
"And you'll break a perfectly good mopstick and not hurt the Jap
when you do it," said Linda. "There's an undercurrent of
something deep and subtle going on in this country right now,
Katy. When Japan sends college professors to work in our
kitchens and relatives of her greatest statesmen to serve our
tables, you can depend on it she is not doing it for the money
that is paid them. If California does not wake up very shortly
and very thoroughly she is going to pay an awful price for the
luxury she is experiencing while she pampers herself with the
service of the Japanese, just as the South has pampered herself
for generations with the service of the Negroes. When the
Negroes learn what there is to know, then the day of retribution
will be at hand. And this is not croaking, Katy. It is the
truest gospel that was ever preached.
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