Resigned in Heart
Resigned in Heart Ken Tokuno © 2020 For the second time in his life, Tomohiro’s biggest problem was having nothing to do. They had been in the Tule Lake Internment Center for a month now, but it seemed longer. Living in the middle of a desert was even worse than living on a farm. The wind pushed not only the heat, but a fine dust through cracks in the tarpaper walls. The War Relocation Authority allowed each family to have only one small room. His family, counting his in-laws, numbered seven. They had been adjusting to these quarters and trying to make them more comfortable and private, such as putting up sheets to create stalls within the communal toilets they shared with other families. All of the people here, most of them American citizens, had had their lives suddenly slashed away from them. They were first assembled at the Tanforan race track where they had to find room in old horse stables. Then they were packed onto trains with the windows covered and secretly mov...