by Douglas Messerli
Richard Reeves Infamy:
The Shocking Story of the Japanese Internment in World War II (New York:
Henry Holt and Company, 2015)
The very first chapter of Richard Reeves recent study of the
Japanese American Internment camps of World War II quickly takes us from Pearl
Harbor on December 7, 1941 to the sudden outcry again Isei (first generation
immigrants), Kibei (second generation American Japanese, but educated in
Japan), and even Nisei (second generation Japanese American citizens) by
numerous governmental figures and state leaders, particularly in the West.
Among the worst
of the rabble-rousers was General DeWitt, Colonel Karl Bendetsen, the governor
of Idaho, Chase Clark (who hatefully
Before long
California organizations such as the Lions and Elks, the Supreme Pyramid of the
Sciots, and the Townsend Clubs joined in attacking the “Japs.”
People would
arrive home to discover FBI agents or other authorities had entered their
homes, and were soon after taken away for supposed questioning. Fathers would
be pulled from the house in the middle of the night and sent to camps no one
had yet heard about. Even in Midwest Nebraska and Colorado Japanese Americans
were arrested with absolutely no evidence of wrong doing. Indeed, Reeves
describes that in some cases, when fathers were taken away, sons volunteered to
serve in the army.
Despite very
little evidence that Japanese Americans might be disloyal to the United States,
by March 2, of 1942, President Roosevelt signed the proclamation that would
lead to the arrests and transfer of thousands of Americans of Japanese heritage
to various camps (Manazar and Tule Lake in California, Minidoka in Idaho, Heart
Mountain in Wyoming, Poston and Gilla River in Arizona, Amache in Colorado, and
Rower and Jerome in Arkansas).
Although some
artists such as Ansel Adams, who attempted to document camp life, and Isamu
Noguchi, the noted sculptor who volunteered to teach art to the evacuees, hoped
to bring community activities to the
boredom of camp life, Reeves describes
that, particularly in Noguchi’s case, he felt he could arouse little interest
from these basically farm folk.
In fact, as other
books, such as Violet Kazue de Cristoforo’s May
Sky: There Is Always Tomorrow (a book which my own Sun & Moon Press
published in 1997), have revealed, there were haiku clubs in many of the camps,
as well as numerous painting groups. Some camps held weekly dances and created
scout troops for the younger internees. And both young and old had educational
opportunities. Regardless of the shock of becoming subject of such hate from
their fellow citizens, and the harsh conditions the Japanese Americans faced in
the camps, some semblance of meaningful activity gradually arose in the
infamous internment installations.
As the War
progressed, in fact, some Nisei were being encouraged to volunteer for the
military—many of whom did, in fact, join up later in the remarkable One
Hundredth Battalion and 442nd Regimental Combat Teams fighting in
Europe, by War’s end liberating some of those imprisoned in the Jewish
Holocaust camps, while in the US their own parents remained locked away under
somewhat similar conditions. Other second generation men and women were
released to work in the Midwest and East, with the provision that they could
not work or live near railroad tracks or military centers.
But fractures
between the locked away Japanese Americans, begin to grow, particularly between
the first generation immigrants, together with those educated in Japan, who
begin to oppose the often younger and more assimilated Nisei, particularly when
all were asked to sign a loyalty oath after their rights as American citizens
had already been taken away. Gangs of disbelievers, the so-called “no-no” boys
(who had refused to sign) often began attacking those who had more moderate
views or even their other family members, particularly at Tule Lake. Many
feared that all would be sent to Japan after the War and found little reason to
remain loyal to a nation that had been so abusive to them.
The government
made it worse by rounding up most of the disloyals and shipping them to Tule
Lake, while refusing to keep order within. Major protests occurred, which
brought about further feelings of injustice and hatred. As Reeves makes clear,
conditions in the camps were often worse than the prisons to which the most
violent were shipped.
Even when
officials began to release more and more of the prisoners, others were afraid
to leave for fear of how they might be treated by their former fellow American
citizens. Several feared leaving their older family members behind, and worried
about the breakup of family which had been so central to their upbringing.
Some, strangely enough, had become dependent on camp life, where their meals
and activities were served up to them freely. Many, who had lost everything
they had owned, had nowhere else to go.
Reeves ends his
detailed recounting to these camps by turning his attention to the young
Japanese American soldiers who bravely fought for, several of them dying, for
the US, demonstrating clearly that the post-Pearl Harbor hysteria had utterly
no base in reality. And his descriptions of several of the Japanese American
young soldiers represent some of the most touching passages of his grandly
moving book.
I might have
wished he had also included a chapter on those “no-no” American citizens, men
and women, like Violet Kazue de Cristoforo, who were forced to go to Japan
after the War. After marrying an American serviceman, Violet eventually did
return to the US. But it would be interesting to know how many were able return
and how they felt about the country that had illegally detained them.
After the War
some of those who had strongly supported the camps, like Earl Warren, came to
sorely regret their racism and injustice. Reeves argues Warren’s 1954 decision
on public school integration in the case of Brown
v. Board of Education, where he joined the court’s unanimous decision, “was
related to [his] disgraceful actions of 1942.”
The author ends
his fascinating account of this American infamy, moreover, with a comment from
Connie Nice, the museum director of Hood River, Oregon, where even after the
war, a local group posted ads in the papers, “So Sorry Please, Japs Are Not
Wanted in Hood River”:
I’m hoping that people will just stop and think: Could
we do that again? Are we doing that again, with Latinos
or Mexicans or Muslims? …I’m not saying this little
exhibit [A Circle of Freedom: Lost
and Restored] will
change the world. But I want people to walk away and
say, ‘Maybe we didn’t do that right’ and I hope then
that they’re not going to repeat history.”
Los Angeles,
January 24, 2016
Reprinted from Rain
Taxi (2016).
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