Today’s read:
Most of the buildings are gone. Not that there was much to them, anyway. Many were little more than tarpaper shacks when the first internees arrived at the Heart Mountain Relocation Center, a World War II internment camp for Americans of Japanese ancestry.
The desolate landscape that so harshly greeted new arrivals in the summer of 1942 looks much the way it did then, with a little more grass maybe, and a little less sagebrush.
They were among some 120,000 Japanese-Americans forcibly removed from Washington state, Oregon, California and western Arizona and sent to camps in the nation's interior.
"What moved me about my experience here was that, in the eyes of the government, I was not a native-born American citizen — I was an enemy alien," Hosokawa said. "Why? Because my parents were born in Japan, a country with which we were at war."
"A lot of people don't even know there was an evacuation," said Hosokawa, 90, of Denver, who helped create the interpretive trail. "You tell them you were in an American prison camp even though you're an American citizen, and they said that's a bunch of bull." (land of the free)
15 August, 2005
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