42nd Annual Manzanar Pilgrimage: The Passage of Time

Editor’s Note: UCLA Nikkei Student Union and UCLA Kyodo Taiko member Yoshimi Kawashima participated in her second Manzanar Pilgrimage this past April, at the 42nd Annual Manzanar Pilgrimage. She shares her thoughts about her experiences with us below.


Yoshimi Kawashima
Photo: Gann Matsuda

by Yoshimi Kawashima

The dust stirred gently in the opaque light of the rising sun, drifting along the near empty road. Eyes still drowsy from the four-hour trip, mind still struggling to awake from rising with the dawn light, we finally reached the parking lot which would lead to the Manzanar National Historic Site—my second time at the annual Manzanar Pilgrimage since my freshman year at UCLA.

When I went to my first Manzanar Pilgrimage in April 2009, I had absolutely no idea what to expect. I was only newly exposed to the history of Japanese American Internment, and now, physically stepping into the forlorn desert they had once been forced to call home brought forth mixed emotions.

What does it mean to be a (Japanese) American of this generation? Read more of this post

42nd Annual Manzanar Pilgrimage: Everyone Has A Story To Tell, But Not Everyone Has A Chance To Tell Their Story

Editor’s Note: After the 41st Annual Manzanar Pilgrimage, UCLA undergraduate Jaymie Takeshita reflected on her experiences at her first Manzanar Pilgrimage and Manzanar At Dusk program in a piece that has received rave reviews from readers, 41st Annual Manzanar Pilgrimage: A Letter To Obaa-chan. Takeshita’s involvement last year inspired her to become more deeply involved in this year’s events, and, once again, she shared her thoughts about her experiences with us.


by Jaymie Takeshita

Jaymie Takeshita
Photo: Gann Matsuda

I still cannot explain why I was so nervous as I waited for my great-aunt to pick up the phone about five days before the 42nd Annual Manzanar Pilgrimage on April 30, 2011. Maybe it was because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to ask. Maybe it was because I wasn’t sure if she’d be willing to talk. Or maybe it was because I wasn’t sure if she would like my surprise. Her cheerful voice answered the phone with a friendly, “hello?”

“Auntie Pat, this is Jaymie,” I said, trying to cover my nerves with an equally friendly voice.

“Jaymie!” she said, excitedly, “It’s so wonderful to hear your voice.” Read more of this post

We Hate To See The Great Ones Go: Sue Kunitomi Embrey

Editor’s Note: As I was standing in front of the audience, relating my experiences with, and my deep admiration for, Aiko Herzig-Yoshinaga, at the July 17, 2011 event in which the Manzanar Committee honored her (see Manzanar Committee Lauds Aiko Herzig-Yoshinaga With Sue Kunitomi Embrey Legacy Award On July 17, 2011), I could not help but think of former Manzanar Committee chair Sue Kunitomi Embrey, who passed away back in May 2006. The following is a piece I wrote about Sue that was published in the June 14, 2006 edition of the Rafu Shimpo.


Sue Kunitomi Embrey (center) listens intently during a small group session at the 2004 Manzanar At Dusk program, held at the VFW Hall in Independence, California.
Photo: Gann Matsuda

LOS ANGELES — As many in the Los Angeles Japanese American community as well as most anyone who has been even remotely involved with Manzanar know, Sue Kunitomi Embrey, chair of the Manzanar Committee, passed away on May 15, 2006, at the age of 83. When I learned of the news, I was reminded of a comment made at a press conference a couple of months ago where Los Angeles Kings superstar left wing Luc Robitaille announced his retirement. Read more of this post

42nd Annual Manzanar Pilgrimage/2011 Manzanar At Dusk: Keeping The Manzanar Story Alive

by Ashley Honma

UCLA Nikkei Student Union member Ashley Honma, in her fourth year at UCLA, made her first visit to Manzanar during the 42nd Annual Manzanar Pilgrimage and the 2011
Manzanar At Dusk program on April 30, 2011.
Photo: Gann Matsuda

I wish I could say that I could relate, but honestly, that would not have been the truth.

I knew about the internment camps. I knew about Executive Order 9066. I knew about the hate, the scorn, and the racism. I also knew about the injustice, the cruelty, and the wrongdoing. Yet, there was still a part of me that could not relate to it all.

My grandparents were born and raised in Hawaii. As a result, everything that I had come to know about Japanese Americans during World War II stemmed from their experiences on the islands.

My grandma remembers seeing the Japanese planes fly over Waipahu on that infamous morning of December 7, 1941. My grandpa served as a Japanese translator for the 100th Infantry Battalion. They remember the rationed food and blackouts that took place every night.

As you can see, none of them were put into the internment camps, because Japanese Americans were needed in Hawaii to sustain the economic labor force. Read more of this post

Yosh Kuromiya: Random Thoughts On Being Nisei During World War II

Born in Sierra Madre, California in April 1923, Yosh Kuromiya and his family moved to Monrovia, where he attended grammar school, junior high and high school. He was attending Pasadena Junior College as an art major when his family was forced out of their homes and imprisoned, like other Americans of Japanese ancestry, during World War II. His family was first sent to the assembly center at the Pomona Fairgrounds, before they were imprisoned at the Heart Mountain concentration camp in Wyoming.

Draft resister Yosh Kuromiya (seated, center) was a member of the “Poster Shop Gang,” designing and printing posters at the Heart Mountain concentration camp, one of ten such camps where Americans of Japanese ancestry were unjustly imprisoned during World War II.
Photo: Kuromiya Family Collection

Kuromiya became one of 63 members of the Fair Play Committee, a group of Heart Mountain prisoners who resisted the draft in protest of the government’s denial of their civil rights. Along with other Fair Play Committee members, Kuromiya, then 21 years old, was arrested, tried and convicted of draft evasion.

Kuromiya was sentenced to three years in federal prison. He was released on parole after two years, and was pardoned by President Harry S. Truman in late 1947.

A retired landscape architect, Kuromiya resides in Alhambra, California with his wife, Irene. Today, he often speaks to groups and organizations about his experiences during World War II, and especially about his experience as a draft resister.

Below is the text of a speech he gave to the Greater Los Angeles Singles Chapter of the Japanese American Citizens League on May 13, 2011.


Good evening and happy Friday the 13th! If you haven’t already had your share of misfortune today, maybe you are about to, but I hope not.

I would like to thank you all, for having me here tonight. However, I must warn you that I am neither a historian, a professor, a scholar, nor even a speaker. My exposure to history is that I’ve been around for 88 years, but never seemed to make a difference. I’ve professed a few ideas during those years but never received an encouraging response, much less a degree. Read more of this post

42nd Annual Manzanar Pilgrimage/Manzanar At Dusk 2011 – A Personal Reflection

LONE PINE, CA — After a long, exhausting day at the 42nd Annual Manzanar Pilgrimage on April 30, and the Manzanar At Dusk (MAD) program that evening, the Manzanar Committee is back at our headquarters hotel, the Dow Villa in Lone Pine, California, about eight miles south of the Manzanar National Historic Site, finally getting some rest after a whole lot of hard work on Saturday.

Photo: Gann Matsuda

That is, everyone but yours truly.

Indeed, after running around all morning and afternoon at the Pilgrimage, and then running the Manzanar At Dusk program that evening, sleep is not foremost on my mind, even though it probably should be as I face a long drive home on Sunday. Read more of this post

Two Views On Frank Seishi Emi: A True American Hero

LOS ANGELES — Last April, at the Manzanar At Dusk program that follows the annual Manzanar Pilgrimage, when participants broke up into small groups to share their stories and insights about Manzanar, the Japanese American Internment experience, and how it remains relevant today, one thing struck me…

For the first time in the history of the program, we did not have enough former Japanese American concentration camp prisoners to go around.

Glen Kitayama (far left) joins NCRR members, including Frank Emi (second from right)
during a Los Angeles press conference hailing the signing of the
Civil Liberties Act of 1988 on August 10, 1988.
Photo: Gann Matsuda

At this event, young people, mostly college students, gather to share their feelings and insights about what they experienced at the Pilgrimage, and about the issues surrounding the camp experience. But, most of all, they come to the event to hear the stories directly from those who were forced to live behind barbed wire for more than three years, deprived of their constitutional rights. Read more of this post

Dr. Harry Abe, 442nd Regimental Combat Team Medic, Passes

by Darrell Kunitomi

Manzanar Committee member Darrell Kunitomi (left) with Dr. Harry Abe.
Photo: Darrell Kunitomi

Dr. Harry Abe, a kindly doctor I met on a 1994 return-to-Europe trip with veterans of the 442nd Regimental Combat Team/100th Battalion, has passed on.

A couple years back I was glad to see him again in Washington, D.C. after a Grateful Crane performance during the Cherry Blossom Festival. Washington and military types were in attendance, including Rep. Barney Frank and General Antonio Taguba. Dr. Abe was there with his wife Lynn, and, as always, he was smiling and laughing. I treasure the one photo of us together.

On another Crane trip to Seattle, I was fortunate to meet up again with Harry’s wartime pal, Tosh, another 442nd medic. They served together. Read more of this post

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