We had internment camps here in Canada too. Mostly in the Kootenays and in northern BC. Places like New Denver and Greenwood.
My maternal grandfather was great friends with a lot of Japanese-Canadian fishermen and always extolled their skill at fishing and boat building.
After they got shipped off, auctions were held to sell off the internees possessions. My Grandfather bought all his J-C friend's fishboats for pennies-on-the dollar, had them dragged up the hill and stored them on his land.
After everyone returned from the war, in one way or another, he sold the boats back to their rightful owners for exactly what he had paid for them. In most cases less than 5 dollars.
My family and many Japanese-Canadian families enjoy deep friendships to this day because of my grandfather's indignation at the treatment they received at the hands of an ignorant gov't and an excitable populace.
X2 Great story and thanks for sharing.That's a wonderful story, Boone. It's always inspiring to hear about someone having strength and wisdom not to succumb to a common madness.
Props to Grandpa boone.
Bugs Nips the Nips...Not your average Saturday morning cartoon...
Hmm, imagine if war breaks out of between US and China.
That's gonna be a big headache.
Nice Boone. My ex mother-in-law was born in a camp. Her father had built up quite an empire in Los Angeles before the war. As they were being interned, he gave his trusted friends and neighbors family valuables. They said they'd hold onto them for him, but sold them as soon as he was gone and pretended not to know him when they got released.
At one time he had the biggest department store west of the Mississippi. But in the end, he was shot and killed by gang members while working at his liquor store in south LA.
Dr Suess goes to war, great book (he was a political cartonist for a communist newspaper), shows clearly his hatred of faschism, Jim crow, and ... his totally going along with the yellow menace. The book postulates that for an East coast liberal the Japanese relocation just wasn't real or immediate, not like Jim crow.
My high school teacher (of German ancestry) grew up in LA and was a teen when this happened. He said it was surreal when he realized a lot of the Japanese-American friends/classmates in his classes were gone overnight. He also remembered some neighbors bought houses/stores from departing Japanese-Americans for cheap and returned them to them when they returned from the internment.