"I see," I told him. "Then I try to stop it at the last minute. Not so soon that the rebellion doesn't help at all—"
The Coordinator put his hand down flat. "Nothing of the sort. They must fight. And they must be defeated, again and again, if necessary, until they are ready to succeed. That will be, of course, when they are totally against us."
I stood up. "I understand."
He waved me back into the chair. "You'll be lucky to understand it by the time you're finished with this assignment and transferred to another ... that is, if you come out of this one alive."
I smiled a bit sheepishly and told him to go ahead.
"We have some influence in the underground movement, as you might logically expect. The leader is a man we worked very hard to have elected."
"A member of one of the despised races?" I guessed.
"The best we could do at this point was to help elect someone from a minority sub-group of the dominant white race. The leader's name is Levinsohn. He is of the white sub-group known as Jews."
"How well is this Levinsohn accepted by the movement?"