(I recall a spot near the N. fork of the American R. to which several of us escaped a couple times in '70s--its exact locale guarded by One who gave-it-up only.. ... hesitantly.. deja vu?)
'Twas sufficiently hidden that clothes were optional, even. Probably a chimera now, given rising infestation of feral children everywhere.

I'd suppose that, back-home there were similar mores, as respected as once-upon-a-time, here..
Arriving in Murica (..expecting America-of-the-Dream-fluff) and soon noticing how Corps. everywhere kick sand in the faces of the skinny-kid who can't afford a Charles Atlas primer:
perhaps they experienced enough Me-Me-Me mindsets as.. (well, can't we imagine?)

Still.. you'd think that such sullen and pointed defense of indefensible behavior--by their 'adults'--just might.. shock some momentary recollections of Home.
Though, for all we know: maybe enforced polite behavior there: was exactly what they fled from?

Cuthless tribes shall be the main vehicle for the homo-sap Car Crash just beyond the next jihad-curve, I wot.
Misanthropy lurks just a [incorrigible-] 'tad' beyond the xeno- stage, no? Because: some adults are Worse.