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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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.
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.
February 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
February 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
Hillary 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.
I 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.