When they kill, they kill with their hands, and then stupidly surrender themselves to the executioners.

There is no splendid audacity about their transgressions.

They gouge a mate with a dull knife, or beat his head in with an iron pot, and then sit down and wait for the police.

Wife-beating is the masculine prerogative of matrimony.

They wear remarkable boots of brass and iron, and when they have polished off the mother of their children with a black eye or so, they knock her down and proceed to trample her very much as a Western stallion tramples a rattlesnake.
A woman of the lower Ghetto classes is as much the slave of her husband as is the Indian squaw.