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This is the story of two friends whose lives touched during the turbulent years of WWII. Nina and Gordon were both born in 1938 at Mercy Hospital in the San Joaquin Valley town of Merced. Their story begins in this quiet idyllic setting of rural California as storm clouds gather on the near horizon. Continue reading →

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Black Heart, the Pirate

The sun rose on a glassy sea, and Black Heart and his crew faced their forty-third day becalmed and without the sight of land and little hope of wind. The canvas above hung limp, dry as the weary eyes of the lookout perched high atop the main mast. The sea’s surface was silken with nary a ripple, and beneath the surface the sea was dark with foreboding. It was here that Black Heart felt most at home. He leaned against the railing and gazed at the horizon to the west. His faithful first mate, Slither, stood nearby leaning against the wheel housing, looking bored. He had not wanted to take this voyage – all the mystic signs had said he shouldn’t. But the silvery tongue of Black Heart had worked it’s magic, and besides, Black Heart had threatened to harm him if he didn’t come. Continue reading →

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Darkness Becomes the Dawn

Grey thunderclouds gathered over the Tehrasov Mountains to the west, as darkness deepened over the valley and the twilight’s last gleaming faded from the sky above. A moonless night with only the light from the starry host, and it was soon as dark as pitch. Continue reading →

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Postscript

It was suggested by colleague in a Creative Writing course I’m taking that I give some explanation of how things turned out for me as a result of the experiences my family endured in the concentration camp during the war. This is a rough run-through of a piece that may end up in our memoir giving that explanation.

 

It may be of interest to readers how life turned out for this author because of the overlay of race and racial prejudice on the experiences described in our story. How did these affect how I “turned out?” Were my parents as positive as I’ve described them? How could they not be affected by their treatment? Were they resentful for being treated as enemy aliens? Did they suffer Continue reading →

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Executive Order 9066 for the Protection of Persons of Japanese Heritage

eo9066_01February 19, 2107: Today marks the 75th anniversary of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt signing Executive Order 9066 that authorized the evacuation and internment of 120,000 persons of Japanese ancestry in concentration camps away from the West Coast. This began one of the darkest episodes of our American story, one of shame and dishonor to the American State and our constitution. History eventually saw the overturning of that initial action as Continue reading →

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75th Anniversary of Executive Order 9066

eo9066_05February 19, 2017: On this date 75 years ago President Franklin Delano Roosevelt signed into law Executive Order 9066 authorizing the removal and evacuation and eventual internment in concentration camps of 120,000 persons of Japanese ancestry from the West Coast – My family spent three months initially at the Merced County Fair grounds in animal stalls, then from August of ’42 through the end of October of ’45 in the Amache concentration Continue reading →

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Women’s March ~ Eugene, OR ~ January 21, 2017

On the day after the inauguration of Donald Trump as the 45th President of the United States women all across the country and in Washington, D.C. marched in protest to the regime of the new president. Here in Eugene the police reportedly set the attendance at 7,000 and later updated that figure to 10,000 – There is some discrepancy with the actual numbers who turned out on a blustery rainy day, but it felt like 10,000 – Way to Go Eugene…! Continue reading →

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The President of the United States…

I was recently chastised for thinking that Donald Trump wasn’t my president – I’ve never said that as I respect the Office of The Presidency. I believe that there is nothing we share in common in terms of issues, values, or beliefs, but I have never said he is  not my president.

But Donald Trump himself has declared HE is not my president….He decided that when refused when asked to disavow the internment of Japanese and Japanese Americans during WWII as unconstitutional – He decided that when he aligned himself with the KKK and neo-Nazis – He decided that when he states he will implement a Muslim registry – He also did that when he mocked a disabled journalist and when he attacks our veterans – He decided that when he took pride in being a serial though unregistered sex offender – I didn’t say he wasn’t my president, HE DECIDED HE ISN’T MY PRESIDENT…

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A Midsummer Knight’s Dream

midsummers06Hillary stepped cautiously over the damp ground cover, and slipped behind a redwood tree. Sam followed close by her heels, panting lightly. The sun peaked through branches of tall trees overhead, but the dense cover above shielded the forest floor and kept the light from penetrating around them. Hillary judged it was past 6:00 and time she left the Tranquility Woods for home. She waited and watched. Sam waited, too, his large brown eyes filled with anticipation. Continue reading →

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The Normalizing of the KKK – Comparing Oranges to Tangerines…

kkk_01I recently commented on a posting on Face Book of 20 million Muslims openly protesting ISIS in the Middle East and I called for a similar protest by American Christians against the KKK. Several FB participants chastised me for making such a comparison because ISIS is a known terrorist organization that perpetrates violent acts on a daily basis, and the KKK of today is rather benign and nothing like its violent incarnation of our grandfather’s era. It’s comparing apples to oranges, they imply, and is unjust. I believe it’s more like comparing oranges to tangerines, and is justly apt. Continue reading →

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