Internment Camp Quotes

My father's grandfather was in Heart Mountain.

My mother lived in Holland, and during World War II was incarcerated in a Japanese camp for three years.

I was naturalized right before Pearl Harbor. Nine days later, I would have been classified as an enemy alien. I might have been sent to a camp.

In March 1943, my parents, four-year-old sister and I were interned with other foreign civilians at Lunghua camp, a former teacher training college outside Shanghai, where we remained until the end of August 1945.

My childhood memories include a time when the government confiscated my family's possessions and exiled us to a camp in the B.C. Interior, just because my grandparents were from Japan.

In the internment camp, there was nothing to do.

During my time in the camps, I had got to know the enemies of the human race quite well: they respect the big fist and nothing else; the harder you slug them, the safer you will be.

I lost everything when they put us in prison. I was an enemy alien, a man without a country.

But when we came out of camp, that's when I first realized that being in camp, that being Japanese-American, was something shameful.