They were hungry, and they were fierce. They had hoped to find a home, and they found only hatred. Okies--the owners hated them because the owners knew they were soft and the Okies strong, that they were fed and the Okies hungry; and perhaps the owners had heard from their grandfathers how easy it is to steal land from a soft man if you are fierce and hungry and armed. The owners hated them. And in the towns, the storekeepers hated them because they had no money to spend. The town men, little bankers, hated you, the Okie, because they had nothing to gain from you. You had nothing. And the laboring people hated you because a hungry man must work, and if he must work, if he has to work, the wage payer automatically gives him less for his work; and then no one can earn more. Okies were from Oklahoma, and greatly hated by those in the Western land, specifically those living and making a living in California.
One man, one family driven from the land; this rusty car creaking along the highway to the west. I lost my land, a single tractor took my land. I am alone and I am bewildered. And in the night one family camps in a ditch and another family pulls in and the tents come out. The two men squat on their hams and the women and children listen. Here is the node, you who hate change and fear revolution. Keep these two squatting men apart; make them hate, fear, suspect each other. Here is the anlage of the thing you fear. This is the zygote. For here "I lost my land" is changed; a cell is split and from its splitting grows the thing you hate-"We lost our land."...
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