They appear to be contented salesmen for the business whose banner flies above them, the "Wong Brothers Laundry Service. The laundry slogan, for example, recalled the pronouncement "Two Wongs don't make a white," attributed in the late s to Australia's immigration minister, Arthur Calwell. He was a sharply partisan advocate of clamping down on Asian settlement in favor of white immigration to the Pacific island nation. What's more, said Karen Chow, an assistant professor of English and Asian American Studies at the University of Connecticut in Storrs, the cartoon images of Chinese laborers wearing "coolie" cones on their heads and exaggerated eye slanting hark back to the bitter political cartoons that belittled immigrants from Asia in the 19th century.
As befitting such an event, young men with the half the clothing and twice the lean muscle mass of mere mortals were there at the opening to welcome to new customers. As reported in The Street , Abercrombie stores in China will largely replicate the cologne-soaked ambiance and high-priced apparel options of their American counterparts, in a move that represents a remarkable lack of understanding the nuances of Chinese consumers. The openings in China would be an occasion to celebrate for the brand, if they did not so conspicuously coincide with a stunning 77 percent profit decline last year. Or if it were still , and U.
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