Then as more guests arrived I noticed that colored ladies were being seated near me. Initially I suspected the dark-skinned ladies to be non-French speakers like me, but no, they turned out to be fluent in French who would have been capable of joining the discussion among the French guests who were seated the other side of the room. The only time we were spoken to, was when Mme. Landlord gleefully boasted of having tolerance for diversity within her circle. She spoke to her French peers how she was being respected by me, and that I wanted to repay her kindness by helping her with the re-doing of her apartment. Indeed, I wanted to prove that I was not an ungrateful immigrant. My sense of loyalty prevailed as I suppressed a small prickle in my heart.
Mme. Landlord was the last band of the pyramid of predators. The goliath on the top who bends the order and morality; the sycophants who conspire to build a system around the Goliath, leaving a trail of victims that got churned up behind, and at the bottom are the hyenas who preys on the victims. Profit may not be much, but can achieved with less investment. A hint of kindness is all it takes to extract whatever left in the wounded victims. Which one of three types of predators is the worst, I wonder. The Goliath is heartless, the sycophants are shameless, but the hyena may be the most cruel.