Living In A Prison Camp During World War II

Would you like to be living in a prison-like camp during the duration of the horrible and bloody World War II? On December 7, 1941, Japan bombed Pearl Harbor. Within the first two months of this tragic event’s occurrence, 120,000 Japanese Americans including my father, were taken to internment camps. It was horrifying to see him leave with a look of sadness, disgust, and wonder on his face. Little did I know, I was not to see this important figure in my life for some time: the entirety of this world wide catastrophe. He was taken to a prisoner-of-war camp in Montana, and while we were separated I was filled with feelings of dejection and loneliness, because he simply was not present. Because of the enduring stress placed on many families such
First, Japanese Americans should be given a financial stipend for the material possessions confiscated from them. When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, my mother and I, who were frightened by the awful situation, were forced to evacuate our comforting and precious home; to make matters worse, we could only take what we could carry and that was not much. Some of the wonderful items I had to leave behind included my tennis bag and equipment, my piano, my innocent dog, and some of my favorite stuffed animals. After spending many hours trying to jam anything I could think of into my seemingly miniscule suitcase, it was time to go. As my mother and I took a last look around at the comforting habitat, a lump swelled up in my throat and tears started to gush down my face. I did not understand why loyal Americans like mom and I were taken as the enemy just because we looked like them. We would never have done anything to harm the United States and I felt we did not deserve this cruel treatment. Furthermore, the United States government should have to pay retribution to Japanese Americans for
Additionally, I always displayed strong ethics and morals in my interactions with fellow students in my studies at school. As deeply ingrained as my pride was, I nevertheless could not keep my head held high when the American government put out Executive Order 9066, which pushed all people of Japanese ancestry into internment camps. When we were herded onto buses by army men, I was so ashamed that I dropped my head to conceal my identity. When we arrived at the camp, we were dehumanized even more. If we had to go to the restroom at night, a search light was shined on us so that we could not escape camp; it was as if we were in prison. Some nights, even when I had to go to the restroom, I held it in because of the grief it caused me to be treated in such a hurtful fashion. I lost my sense of worth and even thought of running away. Finally, the United States government owes Japanese Americans money and apologies because separation from loved ones was unbearable. In my family my uncle and my father were taken to a seperate concentration camp in Montana. Both of these men were Japanese community