"You try so hard to be an American," I said. "why do you do that? Take a look at yourself"..."And all that… — John Fante
"You try so hard to be an American," I said. "why do you do that? Take a look at yourself"..."And all that paint on your face. You look awful--a cheap imitation of an American. You look frowsy. If I were a Mexican I'd knock your head off. You're a disgrace to your people."
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