by
Elia Kazan
“What was so funny?” I asked. “I’ve forgotten how Mexicans are,” John said. “Well, what did he say?” I asked.” ‘On any other subject,’ he said, ‘there would be no limit to what we could do to help you here. But Emiliano is the hero of every forward-looking patriot here. For instance, imagine if we went to your state of Illinois with a Mexican actor and director and made the story of Abraham Lincoln, what would you think?’ That was when I said, ‘That’s a good idea! Why don’t you?’ That was when I laughed! Well, I guess all we can do now,” John went on, “is have a beer. I like their beer, maybe a couple, no?” “How no?” I said.
i mean honestly yeah this is american hubris at its worst