Richard Davis snorted.
The means didn’t matter as long as he achieved what he wanted. He wasn’t going to pass up on this opportunity.
In fact, he reasoned making notes in his scrawly schoolboy handwriting, aliens don’t belong here. We’d be wasting our resources catering to them. We have enough problems already without those ugly miscreants, too.
Smooth talker Richard had no difficulty swaying members of the ministry. He became the first official to propose and pass the law that denied livelihood to thousands of foreign workers.
“Well, gentlemen, they’re a hazard to local employment,” he’d declared.
Richard hated brown.
