"THE COLORED MAN," be he Japanese, Chinese, Indian, or Negro, is the natural enemy of the white man, in the same way that the tiger is the natural enemy of the lamb."
I glance at the copyright page of the volume, which is one among the many "hate books" that come to the desk of any man who happens to hold public office. It assures me, and I am not very greatly surprised, that the volume was published by a Brookline, Massachusetts, firm, and that additional copies can be obtained from an address in Boston, America's Tobacco Road. It occurs to me, idly, that I know very few of these people whom the author describes so vividly, at all well.
There have been one or two Japanese waiters in my life. Newnan had one American-born Chinese family for a time. About the Indians, I am immediately uncertain whether he means the people who live in India, and who are chronically short of food. Once, when he was making a personal-appearance tour for the Red Cross, I met Sabu and was impressed that he