Farewell to Manzanar
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- Papa, Bill and Woody are off to go fishing on the boat The Nereid.
- The Nereid
- We wave to them as they left to add good luck, or to ward off the bad luck
- Bye!
- They're coming back!
- But they didn't disappear, they came back
- But they wouldn't all come back
- Maybe someone got hurt
- Why would they come back?
- What is Pearl Harbor?
- What does he mean? What is Pearl Harbor?
- The Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor!!!
- That night Papa burned the flag he had brought with him... He burned a lot of papers too, documents, anything that might suggest he still had some connection with Japan
- Crackle
- Houston 9
- They got him two weeks later, when we were staying overnight at Woody's place, on Terminal Island.#160; Five hundred Japanese families lived there then, and FBI deputies had been questioning everyone, ransacking houses for anything that could be conceivably be used for signaling planes or ships or that indicated loyalty to the Emperor
- Houston 10
- What have they charged him with? We didn't know that either, until an article appeared the next day in the Santa Monica paper, saying he had been arrested for delivering oil to Japanese submarines offshore. My mother began to weep... This was the beginning of a terrible, frantic time for all my family
- Houston 10
- We had known something like this was coming... On February 25 the choice was made for us. We were given forty-eight hours to clear out.
- Clear out in 48 hours
- Houston 11
- The secondhand dealers had been prowling around for weeks, like wolves offering humiliating prices for goods and furniture they knew many of us would have to sell sooner or later... Mama had to sell this china
- It's a full setting! Worth at least $200
- That's my top price
- $15?
- Houston 11
- She reached into the red velvet case, took out a dinner plate and hurled it at teh floor right in front of his feet
- Hey! Hey, don't do that! Those are valuable dishes
- Houston 11
- Public attitudes toward the Japanese in California were shifting rapidly... The hundred-year-old tradition of anti-Asian sentiment on the West Coast resurfaced more vicious than ever
- Houston 12, 13
- Our pickup point was a Buddhist church in Los Angeles. It was very early... Mama had bought heavy coats for all of us... I was proud of my new coat, and I remember sitting on a duffel bag trying to be friendly with the Greyhound driver
- Houston 16
- We drove past a barb-wired fence, through a gate, and into an open space where trunks and sacks and packages had been dumped from the baggage trucks that drove out ahead of us. I could see a few tents set up... black barracks, and beyond them, blurred by sand, rows of barracks that seemed to spread for miles across this plain
- Houston 16, 17
- No one waved or spoke. They just stared out the windows, ominously silent. I didn't understand this. Hadn't we finally arrived, our whole family intact?
- I can't pay more than $75
- Houston 17
- They issued us army mess kits... and plopped in scoops of Vienna sausage, canned strong beans, steamed rice that had been cooked too long...The Caucasian servers were thinking that the fruit poured over rice would make a good dessert... Few of us could eat such a mixture. But at this point no one dared protest
- Houston 18
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- Houston 20
- *Laughs*
- *Smiles*
- Hey! This whole bus is full of Wakatskuis!
- Houston 20
- The shacks were built of one thickness of pine planking covered with tarpaper... That first night in Block 16, the rest of us squeezed into the second room- Granny, Lillian, age fourteen, Ray, thirteen, May, eleven, Kiyo, ten, Mama, and Me
- During the night, Mama had unpacked all our clothes and heaped them on our beds for warmth... I looked over Mama's shoulder at Kiyo... He was looking at me.. and pretty soon we were both giggling
- She lay very still nect to me on our mattress, her eyes scanning everything-bare rafters, walls, dusty kids-scanning slowly, and I think the mask of her face would have cracked had not Woody's voice hust then come at us through the wall
- No. Ours is full of Japs (laugh)
- Well, tell em' it's time to get up. If we're gonna live in this place, we better get to work
- Hey! You guys fall into the same flour barrel as us
- We'll make it better Mama, you Watch
- Woody, we can't live like this. Animals live like this
- I have to go over to the kitchen. See if those guys got a pot for heating bottles. That oil stove takes too long-something wrong with the fuel line. I'll find out what they're giving for breakfast
- No. Rice. With Log Cabin Syrup and melted butter
- Probably hotcakes with soy sauce
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