![]() It happened exactly a year after the Pearl Harbor attack. Looking back, what they now call the December Riot seems to have been inevitable. Some struck back.ĭuring that first summer and fall of sandy congestion and wind-blown boredom, the bitterness accumulated, the rage festered in hundreds of tarpapered cubicles like ours. Some coped with it better than he, some worse. This kind of emasculation was suffered, in one form or another, by all the men interned at Manzanar. He had no rights, no home, no control over his own life. It brought him face to face with his own vulnerability, his own powerlessness. For a man raised in Japan, there was no greater disgrace. ![]() Not because of the physical hardships: he had been through worse times on fishing trips down the coast of Mexico. Few men who spent time there will talk about it more than that. Papa never said more than three or four sentences about his nine months at Fort Lincoln. The following is an excerpt from the book Farewell to Manzanar by Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston and James D. Jeanne, the youngest of 10 children, was interned with her family in Manzanar, a bleak, barren camp of tar paper shacks in California's Owen Valley desert. ![]() Several months later, his family learned he was imprisoned in a federal prison in Fort Lincoln, N.D. ![]() Author Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston was 7 years old when her father, a fisherman in Ocean Park, Calif., was taken away without explanation by the FBI immediately following the bombing of Pearl Harbor. ![]()
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