Farewell to Manzanar Excerpt. Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston. In her book Farewell to Manzanar, Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston tells the story of what it was like to be. Clarify your understanding by rereading passages, summarizing, or slowing down your reading pace. As you read the excerpt from Farewell to Manzanar, use a. this excerpt from her memoir, think about her first impressions of the camp. Section 4 Excerpt from Farewell to Manzanar by James D. Houston and Jeanne.

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The young excdrpt arrest became the immediate and popular cause that triggered the riot. News, author interviews, critics’ picks and more. But he still had dignity, and he would not let those deputies push him out the door. This was the beginning of a terrible, frantic time for all my family.

Some have called this an anniversary demonstration organized by militantly pro-Japan forces in the camp. No one had ever seen anything like this before. Papa had a mustache then.

Some were simply being questioned and released. On that first weekend in December there must have been twenty or twenty-five boats getting ready to leave. The Internal Security Force, made up of internees like the demonstrators, had evaporated in the face of such a mob. When the boats came back, the women who lived on Terminal Island would be rushing to the canneries.

Against Papa’s orders I kept sneaking looks out the window, and I saw something I had only seen once before. Tayama couldn’t identify anyone precisely, but the next day three men were arrested and one of these was sent out of the camp to the country jail at Independence, ten miles away.

Before this is over, somebody is going to be killed. From the guard towers the lights scanned steadily farewrll shadows ebb and flow among the barracks like dark, square waves. It was a kind of duty, perhaps a way of adding a little good luck to the voyage, or warding off the bad.


Then we just stood there with the other women, watching.

Excerpt: ‘Farewell to Manzanar’

With the bells and the MP jeeps patrolling up and down the streets, I was a long time getting to sleep. Mama knew they were taking all the alien men first to an interrogation center right there on the island. He had attended military school in Japan until the age of seventeen, and part of him never got over that.

He had no rights, no home, no control over his own life. Assassination threats were commonplace. Then word came that he had been taken in to custody and shipped out. Most of the houses had radios with a short-wave band and a high aerial on the roof so that wives could make contact with the fishing boats during these long cruises. It was the only sound in camp, the only sound in Owens Valley, the mess hall bells, their gongs echoing between the Inyo Range and the nearby Sierra, their furthest ripples soaking into dry sand.

Mama shook her head. They rang till noon. And it was the humiliation. During the First World War he had served in the U. Papa’s was an extreme case. When they failed to find their man, this half of the crowd moved off in search o others on their “death list. She was a small, plump woman who laughed easily and cried easily, but I had never seen her cry like this. This instantly cleared the street, and the riot was over. I had just turned seven. Book excerpts are provided by the publisher and may contain language some find offensive.

He had another smaller boat, called The Wak a a short version of our namewhich he kept in Santa Monica, where we lived.

Some coped with it better than he, some worse. Not because of the physical hardships: It wasn’t as simple as that. In the months before the riot the bells rang often at our mess hall, sending out the calls for public meetings. It brought him face to face with his own vulnerability, his own powerlessness. This was a young cook well known for his defiance and contempt for the authorities.


For a man raised in Japan, there was no greater disgrace. Book Manzanad The American-born author describes her family’s ho and impressions when they were forced to relocate to a camp for the Japanese in Owens Valley, California, called Manzanar, during World War II, detailing how she, among others, survived in a place of oppression, confusion, and humiliation. Where to, or for how long? What had they charged him with? Some led to beatings. There was no point to it.

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On the night of December 5, Fred Tayama, a leader in the Japanese American Citizens League and mmanzanar “Friend” of the administration, was badly beaten by six men and taken to the camp hospital for treatment. He had become a man without a country. But I remember the deadly quiet in the camp the morning before it began, that heavy atmosphere threat of something about to burst.

He was tall ho a Japanese man, nearly six feet, lean and hard and healthy-skinned from the sea. Some meetings turned into shouting sessions. Since sugar and meat were both in short supply, and since it was rumored that infants had died from saccharin mixed into formulas as a sugar substitute, these charges were widely believed.