The farmer, whose life, or at least livelihood, was destroyed, showed up, to everyone’s amazement, at the International School the next day, screaming, crying; I was told that what he demanded was not compensation, or that Russell be punished, but that someone apologize, face him and apologize. I don’t remember what happened beyond the fact that kids made fun of the farmer in mock-Chinese, Jerry Lewis gibberish, mimicked how he crossed his arms and refused to budge until the police dragged him away. (Half of what came out of American adolescent mouths was that racist travesty of speech.)
