Look at them

 

Look at them, standing there looking at us as if we do to them anything more than they deserve!

Are they not to blame for all the bad things that we have suffered before we figured out who to blame?

These self-righteous, self-pitying people who think they own God and us, doing every bit of foul work proud people would never do, always trying to subvert us, to cast themselves above us and sometimes, we don�t even know who they are, this pathetic breed who breeds as to squeeze us out.

That�s why we mark them. To make sure we know who and where they are, and so that they cannot continue to ruin us.

Look at them!

Why do they stare at us like that?

Do they think they deserve what we take from them?
They work hard, but then so do insects.

We cannot trust them.

Even the ghetto is too good for them. They conspire so, and compiling them in one place only makes them worse.

Even the cattle cars are too good for them, a wasted resource upon which we can�t even feed.

And yet, they stare, as if we are the interior race.

Look at them!