(This is Part 2 of “The Oda Boys”) V-mails (Victory mail) slowly made their way to barrack 4-5-E in Topaz from my mother’s foster brother Harry in the 442 in Italy: June 30, 1944 To Eddie (Harry’s brother), 4-5-D, Topaz, Utah From: Harry, Co. L, 442 I haven’t heard from you in so […]
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Topaz Letters: LIfe Goes On
The stories you hear from camp are often stories of what kept people going — the humorous incidents, baseball, dances, poetry clubs; love and dreams for a better, shared future; the everyday, human things that people clung to to keep from being consumed by the yawning abyss that had opened under their lives: My mother […]
Letters to Topaz: Venturing Out
In the fall of 1942, the War Relocation Authority (WRA), the federal agency in charge of the Japanese-American internment program, began planning what Densho Encyclopedia calls an “ethnic dispersal program”—more commonly referred to as “resettlement.” Japanese-Americans deemed “loyal” (by a somewhat arbitrary and extremely questionable process) could apply for leave from camp in order to […]
A Telegram to Topaz
Once West-Coast Japanese Americans were dispersed and more or less settled in ten concentration camps throughout the interior, letters reached out for reassurance like fragile threads to and from the outside world. A telegram, forwarded by the Red Cross, found its way to my grandmother in Topaz, sent by my father’s mother in […]
Topaz Letters: Journey and Arrival
In September of 1942, Tanforan internees began to be transferred to Topaz Relocation Center in the Utah desert. They wrote from ancient trains carrying them to an unknown and unknowable future, drawing comfort from the kindness of Pullman dining car waiters: September 21, 1942 To my mother, Bldg. 80 – Apt. 3, Tanforan Assembly […]
Letters to Tanforan: Good Friends
Imagine what it must have been like to be a San Franciscan in 1942 who suddenly had friends and acquaintances rounded up en masse and removed to prison camps. Unfortunately, in the current Trumpian nightmare, it is all too imaginable as law-abiding neighbors, coworkers, and other community members are seized, detained, and often deported. But […]
Letters to Tanforan: Left Behind
I do not have any of the letters that my mother wrote from camp. They were dispersed, to Nisei friends scattered all over the country by the “relocation,” to relatives in Hawaii, to non-Japanese friends still in California, to friends serving in Europe. Some may still exist in a dusty basement somewhere. What I do […]