People should remember that all Japanese who have left their country—whether to become coolies in Hawaii’s pineapple plantations, or cooks on the ships of other races, or chefs in San Francisco mansions, or prostitutes in the big cities of the world—nevertheless they remain like the heart and lungs of the Japanese race, inseparable from their country, their ancestors, and their people. And more than that, even though they earn their living from us, they still look upon us as a race of barbarians, and come that day, they will try to prove that they are right about us.