Actually, I pointed out, if there’s a lesson to be learned from the automotive inadequacy of the Yugo, it wasn’t that you don’t want blacks as neighbors, but rather, that you don’t ever want to buy cars made by white people from Central Europe—in other words, from his kind of people. Better to stick with the Japanese or the multiracial teams of assembly line workers in Detroit, because those fucking Slavs are a pathetic lot of craftsmen.
