" The last few weeks had demonstrated that we were literally irreplaceable as workers, but any criminal incident turned the whole community into outlaws. A strange kind of outlaw: the bananas I had been unloading had been grown by Filipinos in Mindanao, transported on ships with Filipino crews, and handled by Filipinos in the docks of Yokohama. The only thing we didn't do with these outsize, uniform, intensely cultivated, tasteless fruit was eat them. We despised them. We used to mock the Japanese for eating them – the favorite fruit of monkeys!

("Underground in Japan") "

― Ray Ventura