Picking The Grapes - One Year On...

The local people whipped themselves into a mold of cruelty.

  Then they formed units, squads, and armed them 
- armed them with clubs, with gas, with guns.  
We own the country.  

We can't let these Okies get out of hand.  

And the men who were armed did not own the land, 
but they thought they did.  

And the clerks who drilled at night owned nothing, 
and the little storekeepers possessed only a drawerful of debts.  

But even a debt is something, 
even a job is something.

...And the companies, the banks

worked at their own doom

and they did not know it.

The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck