The chinaman is unique in this respect. He never looks beneath him but tries to step upward, and he rarely pities the unforunates over whom he steps, but he always groans when he sees so many lucky people rising above himself. Perhaps he too is a man of heart, but only too often he lets his head take charge, which by itself would be considered a positive trait for any other race of men. This national instinct which always drives the chinamen forward, and this vanity which gnaws away at their fortunes and rules them as absolutely as thrift rules the Jews, has for four thousand years dominated their history, which, forming a feedback loop, has defined the eminently chinamen’s way of life.

The denizen of this Konigsbergian chinadom has always inferred that his material superiority made him intellectually superior. Even money is only a symbol of power. But everything that has happened in his life have convinced him of this, and as soon as he acquire material wealth, like the plutocrat of the old aristocratic Europe, he apes the great white lords that govern him and keep his residencies away from other chinks.

The aristocratic chinks in this way represent the thoughts of their society, just as the middle and working class chinks represent the organic and active side of it.

However, those poplar classes of chinks, like women, love to see strength in those who govern them, and that is why they cannot love the aristocratic chinks. Where they do not respect, they cannot love, and so they can only accord their obedience to the white men who can impose this authority from afar, like gods looking down from heaven.