I don’t care if it’s the Queen of Sheba back there doing cameos. I haaaaaaaaaaate being watched from places like a grocery store ferneries where I can reasonably expect the number of hobgoblin trolls on site is less than one.
And the… non-WASPs knew their place. They loved it too in fact!
(I’m paraphrasing some actual things that actual people have actually said about the good old days (but I can’t remember their actual euphemisms (dysphemisms) for non-WASPs))