Before class, we read letters from Japanese-Americans of what it was like to be a target and having to move from your hometown to a camp for your own protection. We came together to discuss an article called “Dear Miss Breed” which shared stories of different people sharing their experiences during WWII in Japanese Internment Camps. When finishing our discussion, we read our letters aloud in a popcorn style without calling each others name. Sharing different scenarios in our letters ended up coming together in similarities of their experiences in the camps. I wish the activity went longer because my letter was pretty long, and we could’ve been more communicative with who would go next.
Learning the process of having to leave your hometown for a camp with your family that could fit in one room was the most interesting part of the activity. It made me think of myself and my family in that situation. I won’t lie, I was weirded out by the idea. I wouldn’t mind being with my family if it was for our safety, but I would probably be tired. This was to understand the meaning of being able to communicate in letters with a person you somewhat know about anything in life. I learned that letters carry meaning from what you ate throughout the day to making decorations with your friends and family for someone that can care for you thousands of miles away.
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