Mighty few of the
cattle realize what that hope is, even in the second generation."
"I fear," quoth Parker, "that your army experience has embittered you."
"On the contrary, it has broadened and developed me. It has been a
liberal education, and it has strengthened my love for my country."
"Continue with the shibboleths, Don Mike," Kay pleaded. Her big, brown
eyes were alert with interest now.
"Well, when Israel Zangwill coined that phrase: 'The Melting-Pot,' the
title to his play caught the popular fancy of a shibboleth-crazy
nation, and provided pap for the fanciful, for the theorists, for the
flabby idealists and doctrinaires. If I melt lead and iron and copper
and silver and gold in the same pot, I get a bastard metal, do I not?
It is not, as a fused product, worth a tinker's hoot. Why, even
Zangwill is not an advocate of the melting-pot. He is a Jew, proud of
it, and extremely solicitous for the welfare of the Jewish race. He is
a Zionist--a leader of the movement to crowd the Arabs out of Palestine
and repopulate that country with Jews. He feels that the Jews have an
ancient and indisputable right to Palestine, although, parenthetically
speaking, I do not believe that any smart Jew who ever escaped from
Palestine wants to go back. I wouldn't swap the Rancho Palomar for the
whole country."
Kay and her father laughed at his earnest yet whimsical tirade.
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