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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For a man raised in Japan, there was no greater disgrace. Against Papa’s orders I kept sneaking looks out the window, and I saw mabzanar I had only seen once before.

Toward the end of it, they were a lynch mob, swarming from one side of the camp excerlt the other, from the hospital to the police station to the barracks of the men they were after, shouting slogans in English and Japanese.

Some were simply being questioned and released. And I remember hearing the crowds rush past our block that night. No one had ever seen anything like this before.

They operated every night, but I never saw them because I went to bed so early and our block was well in from the perimeter. What I recall vividly are the bells that began to toll late that night. The man who emerged as leader of the rioters was Hawaiian born Joe Kurihara.

He was suddenly a man with no rights who looked exactly like the enemy. About all he had left at this point was his tremendous dignity. Facebook Manzansr Flipboard Email.

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Farrwell himself did not take part and he kept all of us with him in the barracks during the day and night it lasted. It was the only sound in camp, the only sound in Owens Valley, the mess hall bells, their except echoing between the Inyo Range and the nearby Sierra, their furthest exderpt soaking into dry sand.


Accessibility links Skip to main content Keyboard shortcuts for audio player. Mama shook her head. One group tried to burn down the general store. Our vigil would end when they slipped over the edge and disappeared. The confiscators were often deputies sworn in hastily during the turbulent days right after Pearl Harbor, and these men seemed to be acting out the general panic, seeing sinister possibilities in the most ordinary household items: You had to squint against the glare to keep them sighted, and with every blink you expected the last white speck to be gone.

I was too young to witness any of it.

Most exceprt 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. This instantly cleared the street, and the riot was over. They all glanced at the sky, scanning the unmarred horizon.

Several months later, his family learned he was imprisoned in a federal prison in Fort Lincoln, N. For a while they had the camp to themselves.

Some have called this an anniversary demonstration organized by militantly pro-Japan forces in the camp. I had just turned seven. What had they charged him with? Book Summary The American-born author describes her family’s experiences and impressions when they were forced to manzamar 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.

They would have to check the nets again, and check the fuel tanks again, and run back to the grocery store for some more cigarettes, and then somehow everything had been done, and they were easing away from the wharf, joining the line of boats heading out past the lighthouse, into the harbor. Ten were treated in the hospital for gunshot excrrpt. Books Featured In This Story. It happened exactly a year after the Pearl Harbor attack.


Only the dead and the injured remained. It was also marvelously warm, almost summery, the way December days can be sometimes in southern California. On that first weekend in December there must have been twenty or twenty-five boats nanzanar ready to leave. He had another smaller boat, called The Wak a a short version of our namewhich he kept in Santa Monica, where we lived.

That night Papa burned the flag he had brought with him from Hiroshima thirty-five years earlier. Jeanne, the youngest of 10 fareweol, was interned with her family in Manzanar, a bleak, barren camp of tar paper shacks in California’s Owen Valley desert.

He was over fifty. Papa’s was an extreme case. It was the charge of disloyalty. He had attended military school in Japan until the age of seventeen, and part of him never got over that.

Kurihara’s group set up microphones and speakers near the cook’s barracks and began a round of crowd-stirring speeches, demanding his release, charging that Tayama and the administration had used this beating to cover up the sugar fraud and saying it was time to get the inus once and for all.

Excerpt: ‘Farewell to Manzanar’

Another nineteen-year-old died five days later. Paperback, pages, Random House, List Price: Papa had a mustache then. They floated awhile, then they began to grow, tiny gulls becoming exxcerpt again, a white armada cruising toward us.