“I believe, Miss Parker, that any people who will get down on all fours to worship the picture of their emperor and, at this period of the world’s progress, ascribe to a mere human being the attributes of divinity, are certainly deficient in common sense, if not in civilization.  However, for the purpose of insuring the realization of the Japanese national aspirations, Shintoism is a need vital to the race.  Without it, they could never agree among themselves for they are naturally quarrelsome, suspicious and irritable.  However, by subordinating everything to the state via this religious channel, there has been developed a national unity that has never existed with any other race.  The power of cohesion of this people is marvelous, and will enable it, in days to come, to accomplish much for the race.  For that reason alone, our very lack of cohesion renders the aspirations of Japan comparatively easy of fulfilment unless we wake up and attend to business.”

“How do you know all this, Mr. Farrel?” Parker demanded incredulously.

“I have read translations from editorials in Japanese newspapers both in Japan and California; I have read translations of the speeches of eminent Japanese statesmen; I have read translations from Japanese official or semi-official magazines, and I have read translations from patriotic Japanese novels.  I know what I am talking about.  The Japanese race holds firmly to the belief that it is the greatest race on the face of the globe, that its religion, Shintoism, is the one true faith, that it behooves it to carry this faith to the benighted of other lands and, if said benighted do not readily accept Shintoism, to force its blessings upon them willy-nilly.  They believe that they know what is good for the world; they believe that the resources of the world were put here to be exploited by the people of the world, regardless of color, creed, or geographical limitation.  They feel that they have as much right in North America as we have, and they purpose over-running us and making our country Japanese territory.  And it was your purpose to aid in the consummation of this monstrous ambition,” he charged bluntly.

“At least,” Parker defended, “they are a more wholesome people than southern Europeans.  And they are not Mongolians.”

Farrel’s eyebrows arched.

“You have been reading Japanese propaganda,” he replied.  “Of course they are Mongolians.  Everybody who has reached the age of reason knows that.  One does not have to be a biologist to know that they are Mongolians.  Indeed, the only people who deny it are the Japanese, and they do not believe it.  As for southern Europeans, have you not observed that nearly all of them possess brachycephalic skulls, indicating the influence upon them of Mongolian invasions thousands of years ago and supplying, perhaps, a very substantial argument that, if we find the faintly Mongoloid type of emigrant repugnant to us, we can never expect to assimilate the pure-bred Mongol.”