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One
had
to
blame
the
Germans
for
the
situation
.
Tendency
to
bite
off
more
than
they
could
chew
.
After
all
,
they
had
barely
managed
to
win
the
war
,
and
at
once
they
had
gone
off
to
conquer
the
solar
system
,
while
at
home
they
had
passed
edicts
which
…
well
,
at
least
the
idea
was
good
.
And
after
all
,
they
had
been
successful
with
the
Jews
and
Gypsies
and
Bible
Students
.
And
the
Slavs
had
been
rolled
back
two
thousand
years
’
worth
,
to
their
heartland
in
Asia
.
Out
of
Europe
entirely
,
to
everyone
’
s
relief
.
Back
to
riding
yaks
and
hunting
with
bow
and
arrow
.
And
those
great
glossy
magazines
printed
in
Munich
and
circulated
around
to
all
the
libraries
and
newsstands
…
one
could
see
the
full
-
page
color
pictures
for
oneself
:
the
blue
-
eyed
,
blond
-
haired
Aryan
settlers
who
now
industriously
tilled
,
culled
,
plowed
,
and
so
forth
in
the
vast
grain
bowl
of
the
world
,
the
Ukraine
.
Those
fellows
certainly
looked
happy
.
And
their
farms
and
cottages
were
clean
.
You
didn
’
t
see
pictures
of
drunken
dull
-
wilted
Poles
any
more
,
slouched
on
sagging
porches
or
hawking
a
few
sickly
turnips
at
the
village
market
.
All
a
thing
of
the
past
,
like
rutted
dirt
roads
that
once
turned
to
slop
in
the
rainy
season
,
bogging
down
the
carts
.
But
Africa
.
They
had
simply
let
their
enthusiasm
get
the
better
of
them
there
,
and
you
had
to
admire
that
,
although
more
thoughtful
advice
would
have
cautioned
them
to
perhaps
let
it
wait
a
bit
until
,
for
instance
,
Project
Farmland
had
been
completed
.
Now
there
the
Nazis
had
shown
genius
;
the
artist
in
them
had
truly
emerged
.
The
Mediterranean
Sea
bottled
up
,
drained
,
made
into
tillable
farmland
,
through
the
use
of
atomic
power
—
what
daring
!
How
the
sniggerers
had
been
set
back
on
their
heels
,
for
instance
certain
scoffing
merchants
along
Montgomery
Street
.
And
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
Africa
had
almost
been
successful
…
but
in
a
project
of
that
sort
,
almost
was
an
ominous
word
to
begin
to
hear
.
Rosenberg
’
s
well
-
known
powerful
pamphlet
issued
in
1958
;
the
word
had
first
shown
up
,
then
.
As
to
the
Final
Solution
of
the
African
Problem
,
we
have
almost
achieved
our
objectives
.
Unfortunately
,
however
—
Still
,
it
had
taken
two
hundred
years
to
dispose
of
the
American
aborigines
,
and
Germany
had
almost
done
it
in
Africa
in
fifteen
years
.
So
no
criticism
was
legitimately
in
order
.
Childan
had
,
in
fact
,
argued
it
out
recently
while
having
lunch
with
certain
of
those
other
merchants
.
They
expected
miracles
,
evidently
,
as
if
the
Nazis
could
remold
the
world
by
magic
.
No
,
it
was
science
and
technology
and
that
fabulous
talent
for
hard
work
;
the
Germans
never
stopped
applying
themselves
.
And
when
they
did
a
task
,
they
did
it
right
.
And
anyhow
,
the
flights
to
Mars
had
distracted
world
attention
from
the
difficulty
in
Africa
.
So
it
all
came
back
to
what
he
had
told
his
fellow
store
owners
;
what
the
Nazis
have
which
we
lack
is
—
nobility
.
Admire
them
for
their
love
of
work
or
their
efficiency
…
but
it
’
s
the
dream
that
stirs
one
.
Space
flights
first
to
the
moon
,
then
to
Mars
;
if
that
isn
’
t
the
oldest
yearning
of
mankind
,
our
finest
hope
for
glory
.
Now
,
the
Japanese
on
the
other
hand
.
I
know
them
pretty
well
;
I
do
business
with
them
,
after
all
,
day
in
and
day
out
.
They
are
—
let
’
s
face
it
—
Orientals
.
Yellow
people
.
We
whites
have
to
bow
to
them
because
they
hold
the
power
.
But
we
watch
Germany
;
we
see
what
can
be
done
where
whites
have
conquered
,
and
it
’
s
quite
different
.
"
We
approach
the
Nippon
Times
Building
,
sir
,
"
the
chink
said
,
his
chest
heaving
from
the
exertion
of
the
hill
climbing
.
He
slowed
,
now
.
To
himself
,
Childan
tried
to
picture
Mr
.
Tagomi
’
s
client
.
Clearly
the
man
was
unusually
important
;
Mr
.
Tagomi
’
s
tone
on
the
telephone
,
his
immense
agitation
,
had
communicated
the
fact
.
Image
of
one
of
Childan
’
s
own
very
important
clients
,
or
rather
,
customers
,
swam
up
into
his
mind
,
a
man
who
had
done
a
good
deal
to
create
for
Childan
a
reputation
among
the
high
-
placed
personages
residing
in
the
Bay
Area
.
Four
years
ago
,
Childan
had
not
been
the
dealer
in
the
rare
and
desirable
which
he
was
now
;
he
had
operated
a
small
rather
dimly
lighted
secondhand
bookshop
on
Geary
.
His
neighboring
stores
sold
used
furniture
,
or
hardware
,
or
did
laundry
.
It
was
not
a
nice
neighborhood
.
At
night
strong
-
arm
robberies
and
sometimes
rape
took
place
on
the
sidewalk
,
despite
the
efforts
of
the
San
Francisco
Police
Department
and
even
the
Kempeitai
,
the
Japanese
higher
-
ups
.
All
store
windows
had
iron
gratings
fitted
over
them
once
the
business
day
had
ended
,
this
to
prevent
forcible
entry
.
Yet
,
into
this
district
of
the
city
had
come
an
elderly
Japanese
ex
-
Army
man
,
a
Major
Ito
Humo
.
Tall
,
slender
,
white
-
haired
,
walking
and
standing
stiffly
,
Major
Humo
had
given
Childan
his
first
inkling
of
what
might
be
done
with
his
line
of
merchandise
.
