Sands of Manzanar
PLEASE GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO A FRIEND OF MINE, KOJI. HIS FAMILY ENDURED THE INJUSTICE THAT EXISTED ON THE HOME FRONT during WWII.
It wasn’t the deadly black sand that greeted the US Marines on Iwo Jima.
But as we stood on out on the desert, white powdery dust would swirl up in the softly blowing arid wind… and I then realized it was upon this gawd-awful sand that my Aunt Shiz and Uncle John built their future for their family.
It was their Iwo Jima… It was called the “Manzanar War Relocation Center” by our government back during World War II.
They were forced onto these forsaken sands by FDR in April of 1942 but made the most of it. Quietly. 仕方が無い… 我慢. Shikataganai and gaman.
FDR called it relocation centers.
It’s just my opinion but political correctness be damned.
It was a prison. Complete with eight guard towers and soldiers manning .30 caliber Browning machine guns. Barbed wire fencing all around. No freedoms. Chow at specific times. Public toilets and…
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Posted on November 8, 2014, in Home Front, Uncategorized, WWII and tagged 1940's, family history, History, Japan, Military, Military History, nostalgia, veterans, WW2, WWII. Bookmark the permalink. 27 Comments.