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128 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1998
I wondered about the image of Hork-Bajir and humans living side by side if the Yeerks were defeated. Humans didn't have a great record of getting along with people different from themselves. Humans killed one another over skin color or eye shape or because they prayed differently to the same god. Hard to imagine humans welcoming seven-foot-tall goblins into the local Boy Scout troop when they couldn't even manage to tolerate some gay kid.
Get pushed, push back. Toby had already seen it. She knew that the Hork-Bajir would need to be strong to defend themselves against humans once the Yeerks were defeated.
"The Hork-Bajir trusted Andalites to save us from the Yeerks. The Andalites failed. The Andalites took care of their own. We must do the same. We are grateful to the humans called Animorphs. But do you say we should trust all humans?"
Well, she had me there. It was way too easy to see a day when the Yeerks were defeated and these Hork-Bajir were left behind on Earth. What would happen to them? Humans didn't exactly have an unblemished record of tolerance for different races. After all, before this valley had belonged to the Hork-Bajir, it had probably been inhabited by Native Americans.
"Pick a bug, any bug," Rachel said with a laugh. "Flea, fly, mosquito. A bug's a bug."
"Yeah, right," Marco muttered. "I'm an ant and I get chomped in half, I'm a flea and I almost get stuck in morph. I don't have a good record with bugs."
"I got slapped as a fly," Jake offered, like that was helpful.

“Get pushed, push back. The only way.
No, not the only way. There was another way. Don’t push to begin with. It’s the aggressors who start the cycle. It’s the guy who wakes up in the morning and decides he can’t get through the day without finding someone to attack, to insult, to hurt.
But where does that leave you? Letting jerks dictate your reactions? Always sinking to the level of whatever creep comes along?
My mind went to that other hawk. The one who wanted my territory. There it was: Push and push back. But it wasn’t a good comparison, was it? That hawk wasn’t human. All he had was instinct. Couldn’t blame him for doing what was natural.
So maybe humans were no better. Maybe you couldn’t blame a human animal for being an animal. Except my hawk opponent had no choice, no free will. He’d never heard ‘Blessed are the peacemakers’ or ‘I have a dream’, or ‘All men are created equal’.
It suddenly occurred to me, right then, for the first time, that what I thought was so unique about me—that I was half instinctive predator, and half human being—wasn’t so unique after all.
Every human—Jake, Rachel, Marco, Cassie, all humans—kind of lives on that edge between savage and saint. And the thing is that sometimes when you get pushed you do have to push back. And other times, you have to turn the other cheek . . .
I guess the trick is to figure out when to do which thing. When to fight, when to let up. A balancing act. And even if I went back to being fully human in mind and body, that balancing act wouldn’t go away.
Maybe realizing that should have made me feel bad. But it didn’t. Just made me feel human.”