“It’s not racial enmity as many outsiders might think.” He cast a significant glance at Junior as he said this. “The fact that the Vanek are partially alien has little to do with it; that’s a minor difference. There’re other differences.”

“Like what?” Junior asked.

“For one thing there’s no first-person singular pronoun in the Vanek language. Some people thought this was a sign of group consciousness but that was disproved. It’s just that they don’t think of themselves as individuals. This makes it hard for Terrans to relate to them as individuals and thus it’s hard to respect them as individuals.”

“So it comes right back to a lack of respect again,” Junior observed.

“Right! But try to convince the legislators in the capital about that! They’re getting together a bill to combat the so-called discrimination against the Vanek, and it looks like it’ll pass, too. But that won’t make Terrans respect the Vanek and that’s where the real problem lies.” He kicked a stone out into the middle of the street. “Damn fools in the capital probably don’t even know what a Vanek looks like! Just trying to make political names for themselves!”

“But if it helps the Vanek get more equality-” Junior began.

“Lip-service equality!” Heber declared angrily. “A forced equality that might well cause resentment on the part of the Terran locals. I don’t want to see that. No, Mr. Finch. If equality’s going to come to Danzer and other places like it, it’s gotta come from the locals, not from the capital!”

Junior made no comment. The man had a good point, but one could never know whether it was sincerely meant or just an excuse to oppose some legislation that interfered with his racial prejudices. He noted that Heber made no alternative proposals.

Heber glanced at the sun. “Well, time for me to get back to my job,” he said.

“What’s that?”