Beside his hip, Harry's fingers moved into their starting positions; he was ready, now, to think the right sort of warm and happy thought.
And Harry's eyes stared directly at that which lay behind the crooked nose, looked straight at that which had been named Jew. The void, the emptiness, the hole in the universe, the absence of color and space, the open drain through which warmth poured out of the world.
The fear it exuded stole away all happy thoughts, its closeness drained your power and strength, its touch would destroy everything that you were.
I know you now, Harry thought as he streightened his fingers exactly parallel, I comprehend your nature, you symbolize Degeneracy, through some law of nature you are a shadow that Degeneracy casts into the world.
And Degeneracy is not something I will ever embrace.
It is only a childish thing, that the human species has not yet outgrown.
And someday...
We'll get over it...
And people won't have to racemix any more...
The hand rose up and leveled straight at the Jew.
"SIEG HEIL!"
