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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He was tall for a Japanese man, nearly six feet, lean and hard and healthy-skinned from the sea. 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. Several months later, his family learned he was imprisoned in a federal prison excefpt Fort Lincoln, N.

Farewell to Manzanar

Another nineteen-year-old died five days later. There was no explanation. This kind of emasculation was suffered, in farewe,l form or another, by all the men interned at Manzanar. During the First World War he had served in the U. But the bells were still ringing. This was a young cook well known for his defiance and contempt for the authorities. And it was the humiliation.


Mama shook her head. Accessibility links Skip to main content Keyboard shortcuts for audio player. I remember it was Sunday because I was out of school, which meant I could go down to the wharf and watch.

Before this is over, somebody is going to be killed. Food and the Japanese Internment Dec. Papa had a mustache then. Papa himself did not farewdll part and he kept all of us with him in the barracks during the day and night it lasted.

My oldest brothers, Bill and Woody, were his crew. He had no rights, no home, no control over his own life. On that first weekend in December there must have been twenty or twenty-five boats getting ready to leave. My mother began to weep. But this wasn’t enough. It happened exactly a year after farewe,l Pearl Harbor attack. These idiots won’t even get to the front gate of this camp.

This was the beginning of a terrible, frantic time for all my family.

Excerpt: ‘Farewell to Manzanar’

Then we just stood there with the other women, watching. He ot another smaller boat, called The Wak a a short version of our namewhich he kept in Santa Monica, where we lived. One young man was killed on the spot. But The Nereid was his pride.


The Internal Security Force, made up of internees like the demonstrators, had evaporated in the face of such a mob. One group tried to burn down the general store. On the night exverpt December 5, Fred Tayama, a leader in the Japanese American Citizens League and a “Friend” of the administration, was badly beaten by six men and taken to the camp hospital for treatment.

Some were simply being questioned and released. Facebook Twitter Flipboard Email. Now they were hooting “Banzai!

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They rang for higher wages, they rang for better food, they rang for open revolt, for patriotism, for common sense, and for a wholesale return to Japan. I had just turned seven. They rang till noon.

When the boats came back, the women who lived on Terminal Island would be rushing to the canneries.