Farewell to Manzanar — Vocabulary
Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston & James D. Houston
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Most of them immigrated to the United States between 1890 and 1915.†6 more

Partitioning off a room likethat wasn't easy.†6 more

Papa stepped in just before my baptism day.†5 more

This was always mysterious and incomprehensible.†2 more

In later years he would brag to us that he "went to law school" and imply that he held some kind of degree from a northern university.†1 more

To complete this book we have had to rely on a good deal besides my own recollections.†2 more

Years later I silently thanked him for forcing me to postpone such decisions until I was old enough to think for myself.†4 more

His disdain for them was met with laughter.†1 more

In later years he would tour the country with Mr. Moto, the Japanese tag-team wrestler, as his sinister assistant Suki—karate chops through the ropes from outside the ring, a chunky leg reaching from under his kimono to trip up Mr. Moto's foe.1 more

We poked through the remains of hospital foundations, undermined by erosion channels.†1 more

I remember hearing them discussed in our barracks, quietly, as if Ku Klux Klansmen lurked outside the window, the same way my brothers discussed our dilemma during the brief stay in Boyle Heights, before the evacuation.†1 more

During that first summer and fall of sandy con-gestion and wind-blown boredom, the bitterness accumulated, the rage festered in hundreds of tarpapered cubicles like ours.†2 more

Two of my sisters were pregnant at the time, and they were there at the gate in hot-weather smocks, along with Woody, who had left the hospital long enough to welcome Papa back, and Granny and Mama and the rest of the family, a dozen of us standing in the glare, excited, yet very reverent as the bus pulled in.†1 more

They still sing it there, the way American kids pledge allegiance to the flag.†3 more

He broke free of the lethargy that had nailed him to our steps for months.†1 more

The house we lived in was nothing more than a shack, a barracks with single plank walls and rough wooden floors, like the cheapest kind of migrant workers' housing.†2 more

The black Japanese script cut into the white face of the obelisk read simply, "A Memorial to the Dead."†2 more

1870 U.S. Congress grants naturalization rights to free whites and people of African descent, omitting mention of Oriental races.†

No self-respecting espionage agent would willingly admit he was disloyal. Yet the very idea of the oath itself—appearing at the end of that first chaotic year—became the final goad that prodded many once-loyal citizens to turn militantly anti-American.1 more

Whitney reminded Papa of Fujiyama, that is, it gave him the same kind of spiritual sustenance.†1 more