I was six months old at the time that I was taken, with my mother and father, from Sacramento, California, and placed in internment camps in the United States.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
You know, I grew up in two American internment camps, and at that time I was very young.
My parents told me that children were taken from their families in 1941, and my mother had a child taken from her - with the goal of saving him.
I remembered some people who lived across the street from our home as we were being taken away. When I was a teenager, I had many after-dinner conversations with my father about our internment. He told me that after we were taken away, they came to our house and took everything. We were literally stripped clean.
I was 20 years old at Pearl Harbor. I was in the Navy about a year and four months before the war.
My father took me back home, back to Greenwich Village, and he thought by taking me out of the orphanage he'd be out of the World War too. But no way - they got him anyway. He went in the Navy and then I lived on the streets.
I was a little girl in World War II and I'm used to being freed by Americans.
My father was a Jewish immigrant who settled in Argentina and was left to his own devices at the age of 15. My mother was a teacher, herself the daughter of a poor immigrant family.
My mother lived in Holland, and during World War II was incarcerated in a Japanese camp for three years.
I received my parents' permission and went into the Navy on June 3, 1941.
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.