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wanting the vote to bring down a democracy of - of - some of the people - the good people. Equality? To them? Hell. What do they think this is, America? God save the Queen! And Christ, they breed like flies! Equality? Not while we have our guns! Not while we have British rule! Kill'em, jail'em, deport'em, push'em out, its all the same. They may have been here first, but we beat'em and they just don't belong! Anyway, there's not enough of anything to go around. Somebody has to leave. But outsiders have different perspectives. MacCullah felt more and more distanced each year. His tolerance could be interpreted as worse than Catholicism, easier to sell, more infectious, and much more dangerous to the youth. At the hotel, tolerance was simply formality, business. Even there, beneath the roles imposed by employment, factions distrusted each other. But tolerance in his house in a population armed to their orange sashes and all too willing to preempt any deviation from their accepted order of things - that was dangerous. They could not see what he could not miss seeing, the root cause of their depressed regional economy, foreign rejection. Clearly. It was rejection of the very mentality of this place, to say nothing of the insecurity brought about by repetitious retaliative violence. The world disapproved Northern Irish partisan violent orthodoxy. Seething elitism was obviously bad for hotels. It must be similarly bad for exports, bad for investments, bad for local development - just bad. To not see that required a deep abiding faith in hatred. There was plenty of that kind of faith to go around, especially at the marches. Da remarked, "Good for nobody. Bad for us all." Marches communicated: We are thoroughly unified. We are armed to the teeth. We are irretrievably stupid, short sighted if sighted at all, and we enjoy inciting hungry beasts pent up in flimsy cages.