Whether Joan Fontaine (1917 - 1913) was pressured into writing this bitter-sweet article by her studio or some other Hollywood entity - we'll never know, but this piece recalls her earliest days in Japan, where she was born, and all the sweet smiles and kind words that all of us are peppered with during our formative years. So much for the sweet part of the article - then she recalls her return trip in 1934-35 and what a bunch of Fascist skanks they all turned into (Japanese-Americans also feel her back hand).
"We on the West Coast are so used to seeing them pushing our lawn mowers, raising our vegetables, and peddling our fruits that we can't picture what lies behind them - a different code of honor, a deadly fanatical loyalty to a god-emperor, and a race born to hate."
