scape from the lambda negative force

a Smith and Parker and Jones, I had never been one of them. When I was a kid back home it was Smith and Parker and Jones who hurt me with their hideous names, called me Wop and Dago and Greaser, and their children hurt me. They hurt me so much I could never become one of them, drove me to books, drove me within myself, drove me to run away from that town, and sometimes, when I see their faces I feel the hurt all over again, the old ache there, and sometimes their heartlessness, the same faces, the same set, hard mouths, faces from my home town, fulfilling the emptiness of their lives under a blazing sun. I see them in the lobbies of hotels, I see them sunning in the parks, and limping out of ugly little churches, their faces bleak from proximity with their strange gods, out of Aimee’s Temple, out of the Church of the Great I Am. I have seen them stagger out of their movie palaces and blink their empty eyes in the face of reality once more, and stagger home, to read the newspaper, to find out what’s going on in the world. I have vomited at their newspapers, read their literature, observed their customs, eaten their food, desired their women, gaped at their art. But I am poor, and my name ends with a soft vowel, and they hate me and my father, and my father’s father, and they would have my blood and put me down, but they are old now, dying in the sun and in the hot dust of the road, and I am young and full of hope and love for my country and my time, and when I say Greaser to someone it is not my heart that speaks, but the quivering of an old wound

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