"Goddamn reds us driving' the country to ruim", he says, an' "We got to drive these here red bastards out". Well, there were a young fella jus' come out west here, an' he's listenin' one day. He kinda scratched his head an' he says "Mr. Hines, I ain't been here long. What is these goddamn reds? (...) A red is any son-of-a-bitch that wants to win thirty cents an hour when we're payin' twenty-five!"(...) "Well, Jesus, Mr Hines, I ain't a son-of-a-bitch, but if that's what a red is - why, I want thirty cents an hour. Ever'boby does. Hell, Mr Hines, we're all reds".
in Vinhas da Ira, John Steinbeck
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