“What do you mean, ‘good people’!You’re the enemy of my people!You rob unsuspecting peopleout for an evening stroll.You take their coats off their backslike soldiers who plunder the defenseless.You drive the women of my peopleout of their ample homes.You make victims of the childrenand leave them vulnerable to violence and vice.Get out of here, the lot of you.You can’t take it easy here!You’ve polluted this place,and now you’re polluted—ruined!If someone showed up with a good smile and glib tongueand told lies from morning to night—‘I’ll preach sermons that will tell youhow you can get anything you want from God:More money, the best wines . . . you name it’—you’d hire him on the spot as your preacher!