I know this has happened everywhere to everyone, but it is especially horrific that it happened here in America, since Americans like to think of themselves as 'just'. It is the hypocrisy that is hard to process.
I had a very dear friend (Japanese) who spent the years of WWII in a prison camp in Mongolia. I am not sure whether it was run by the Chinese or the Russians or even the Japanese, but it was horrific, and there wasn't much left of him when he made it back to Japan. I am not even sure he had a home to return to, come to think of it; I've forgotten, or maybe he didn't tell me that part. When he returned to Japan his wife had died of deprivation, and his daughter had ended her own life. I think his son was in the Japanese army, and I don't remember now what happened to him.
I just know that my friend had a very gentle, forgiving spirit.
But my friend was all alone. His crime? He was Christian, a minister actually. I don't know who imprisoned him; I am not sure whether it was the imperialist Japanese or the Chinese or the Russians, but the result was the same.
He was one of the finest people I ever knew; he was a like a family member to me, and I've been thinking of him a lot lately, and I hadn't even connected the American treatment of Japanese Americans, because my friend never was in America.
There are so many untold stories. I just felt like telling his story.
Nishibu-san, I honor your memory.
On another note, I just recently watched this; I recommend it:
This all happened while I thought I was 'awake', but I was unaware of it, and that is disturbing to me--
Here is an author I highly recommend to help children understand what happened on the West Coast to the Japanese Americans:
She has written for both children and adults, but her children's books tell the stories of the internment camps poignantly.
it's hard to be awake; it's easier to dream--
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