December 7
Under the rising sun,
The enemy came,
Wearing my face.
I met her at the Pahoa Library. I will call her Mrs. I. She was a child when Pearl Harbor was bombed and she was taken to the Internment camp with her family. She has kept that part of her history from her children.
The writer in me kicked in and I asked her why. Shouldn’t her stories be preserved for her children? Will she tell me her story?
Her answer stunned me into silence and I put my pen away.
“No,” she explained. “I never told my children about being in the internment camp because I didn’t want them to feel badly toward our country. I wanted my children to love and honor America and to live as good citizens. If they heard about what happened to us in the internment camp, I was afraid they would have come to hate this country who took us away. I didn’t want this to happen.”
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