"In Moulmein in lower Burma I was hated by large numbers of people the only time in my life that I have been important enough for this to happen to me. I was subdivisional police officer of the town and in an aimless petty kind of way anti-European feeling was very bitter. No one had the guts to raise a riot but if a European woman went through the bazaars alone somebody would probably spit betel juice over her dress. As a police officer I was an obvious target and was baited whenever it seemed safe to do so. When a nimble Burman tripped me up on the football field and the referee (another Burman) looked the other way the crowd yelled with hideous laughter. This happened more than once."