VI. End Notes

I’ve revised a  book I self-published several years ago of the internment talk I give about my family’s experiences surrounding the evacuation and internment in a concentration camp during WWII – This is the final section giving my thoughts about my experiences, and the legacy passed on to me by my parents coming out of this experience.

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I’d like to close with several personal thoughts: In preparing this talk initially a little over 7 years ago I gave a trial run-through to my extended family in Eugene, and my daughter-in-law asked me the question, “Do you really believe this was a bright and shining moment?” – I said yes, and here was my reasoning:

For my government to admit to making a mistake of this Magnitude, and to formally apologize for it publicly was quite special. Something like this is unheard of, or at best rarely happens, which makes it all the more significant how things eventually worked out. Personally, it was a vindication of my belief in my country and our system of government.

But there’s a more important reason – It’s because of what it did for the Issei and Nisei and the greater Japanese community. The joy, appreciation, and especially relief in receiving the apology felt by the Japanese elders in particular was important; for all the anger, disappointments, and sense of betrayal they held within, it was a vindication that for all those years they weren’t wrong – or unpatriotic. For my Mom receiving the apology was one of the happiest days of her life. So yes, it was a bright and shining moment in our American story.

Now, that said, I want to make it clear that I in no way diminish or excuse the tragedy of the evacuation and internment. It was illegal and unconstitutional, was ethically wrong and egregious, based especially on racial prejudice, and was perpetrated on a lie that there was a military necessity for it. My parents paid an inordinate emotional and psychological price for their camp experience – Yet, they persevered and held their heads up and always moved forward. They could have filled our home with anger, resentment, and all sorts of attitude, but they didn’t. Instead they gave me a deep appreciation for family, a profound love of country, and a strong moral sensibility – I value fair play and equality and justice before the law, and these I attribute to them. I am who I am today because of the legacy they passed on to me out of my family’s experiences arising out of Camp Amache.

Link to Magcloud to purchase the book: https://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/674056

 

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About journeysofabentmind

Gordon is a Nisei, a second generation American of Japanese descent born in 1938 whose family owned a farm outside of Atwater, California in the San Joaquin Valley. His world was abruptly changed when on December 7, 1941 Japan’s Imperial Navy launched an early morning attack on Pearl Harbor. Thus began a chain of events that resulted in his family’s forced evacuation and internment in a “relocation center” in Colorado during the war. After the war Gordon spent his teenage years in school and working on the family farm. He attended U.C. Berkeley and graduated in 1960 and went on to the Graduate School of Social Welfare at Berkeley earning a Masters in Social Welfare in 1963. He worked in a number of social service settings and last worked as a case manager for developmentally challenged clients in San Mateo, San Francisco, and Marin Counties until he retired in 2000. When his wife Barbara retired in 2007 they moved to Eugene, Oregon following their children and grandchildren. Gordon lives with his wife of 55 years and close to the four grandchildren and life is just good.
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1 Response to VI. End Notes

  1. Hermina Fink's avatar Hermina Fink says:

    You give me a sliver of hope that maybe someday “you know who” will apologize to the country for everything he’s done (and undone).
    Nah, won’t happen but a girl can dream, can’t she?
    Thanks,as always, for your wise and heartfelt words,
    Hermina

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