people are judged according to their nation. The people of a powerful nation are people. The people of a weak nation are dogs.

And everyone of those five thousand yellow-faced demons will smoke opium, smuggle guns, commit murder – hiding the corps under their bed – rape women – regardless of their age and  commit an endless amount of crimes, all deserving, at the very least, gradual dismemberment and death by ten thousand slices of the sword.

Authors, playwrights, and screenwriters are prompt to base their pictures of the Chinese upon such rumours and reports.

Then all who see the play, watch the film, or read the novel – the young girls, the old ladies, the little children, the king of England – firmly imprint this quite unfounded picture upon their memories.

Thus are the Chinese transformed into the most sinister, most foul, most loathsome, and most degraded two-legged beasts on earth.