My father came from Japan in He was 15 when he from Japan He worked until he was to buy - to actually build a store Let me tell you the story in the form of dream, I don't know why have to tell it but I know what it means, your eyes, just picture the scene, As paint it for you, it was World War II, When this named Kenji woke up, Ken not a soldier, He was just a man with a family who owned store in LA, That day, he crawled out of bed like he always and eggs with wife and kids, He lived on the second floor of a little store he He moved LA from Japan, called him 'Immigrant,' Japanese, he'd say he was called "Issei," meant 'First Generation In The United States,' When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of Japs, But of all afraid of a homeland attack, that morning when Ken went out on the doormat, His world black 'cause, Right front page news, Three weeks before "Pearl Harbour's Been And The Japs Are Comin'" Pictures of soldiers dyin' and Ken what it would lead to, Just like he guessed, President said, "The evil Japanese in home country will be locked away," They gave Ken, couple of days, To get his whole packed in two bags, Just bags, couldn't even pack his clothes, Some folks didn't even have suitcase, to pack anything in, So two trash bags all they gave them, When the kids asked "Where are we goin'?" Nobody even what to say to them, didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies, So we have to live in a called Manzanar, Where a lot Japanese people are," Stop it don't look the gunmen, You don't wanna get the wonderin', If you gonna run or 'Cause if run then you might get shot, Other that try not to think about it, Try not to worry 'bout it; bein' so Someday we'll get out, someday. As as war broke out The F.B.I. came and they come to the house and "You have to "All the Japanese to go" They took Lee People didn't Why did they have take him? he's an laborer laborer So now they're in a town with surroundin' them, Every every night look down at them, From watch towers on the wall, Ken couldn't really hate them all; They were just their job and, He wasn't gonna any problems, He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits He gave to the troops a basket his wife made, But in the back of his mind, he wanted families life saved, Prisoners war in their own damn country, What for? Time in the prison town, He wanted them to live it down when they were The only way out was joinin' army, And supposedly, some men out for the army, signed on, And ended up flyin' to Japan a bomb, That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war fast, Two cities were blown to the end of the war came quick, got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife, when they got back to their home, they saw made them feel so alone, people had trashed every room, Smashed in the windows and bashed in doors, Written on walls and the floor, "Japs welcome anymore." And Kenji dropped both his bags at his sides and just stood outside, He, looked at his wife without words to She looked back at wiping tears away, And, said "Someday we'll be okay, Now the names have been changed, the story's true, My family was locked back in '42, My was there it was dark and damp, And they called an internment camp When we first back from camp... uhh It was... pretty bad I, I remember husband said "Are we gonna 'til last?" Then husband died before they close the camp.