Behavior: Breaking the American Stereotypes

The people who help us, we're grateful to them, but I wish they wouldn't keep on telling us how sorry they are for us, how bad we have it. And I wish their eyes wouldn't pop out every time they see we're not crying all day long and running wild or something. The other day a white fellow, he said how wonderful my home is, and how good we get along together, and how impressed he was by it all. I wanted to say, 'Don't be giving us that kind of compliment, because it shows on you what you don't know...