The boy in white went into the iron building where his helper labored over a book of bills. “Jesus, what a hard-looking outfit!” “Them Okies? They’re all hard-lookin’.” “Jesus, I’d hate to start out in a jalopy like that.” “Well, you and me got sense. Them goddamn Okies got no sense and no feeling. They ain’t human. A human being wouldn’t live like they do. A human being couldn’t stand it to be so dirty and miserable. They ain’t a hell of a lot better than gorillas.”
