In Chinatown, a large rock painted with a message- CHINESE GO HOME!- shattered the front window of Chong & Sons, Jewellers. An arsonist's fire gutted the Wing Sing restaurant overnight; Mr. Wing stood in the softly falling wisps of soot-flecked snow, his sober face backlit by the orange glow as he watched everything he'd built burn to the ground. {…} Fear was everywhere. At a eugenics conference in the elegant ballroom of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, genteel men in genteel suits spoke of "the mongrel problem- the ruin of the white race." They pointed to drawings and diagrams that proved most disease could be traced to inferior breeding stock. They called this science. They called it fact. They called it patriotism. People drank their coffee and nodded in agreement.
( Libba Bray )
[ Lair of Dreams ]
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