1 thought on “Secret history of Building 640 in Park Presidio revealed”
Jim
I am a veteran of the Korean war and had close relatives in both the 442nd and the Millitary Intelligence. It is unfortunate that this was not done during and after the war. I am an 81 years old Nisei who was imprisoned along with my family. After being released, I had to suffer years of harassment from racists who felt justified because I had bombed Pearl Harbor. Possibly, more publicity in the media of our innocence and contribution to winning the war might have changed these racist attitudes but that was too much to ask of the media that were the ones fanning the flame to put us in the position we were in. Unfortunately, this country is quick to make irrational, emotional and illegal decisions but slow to atone for it. It is a sad comment on the mentality of this country that even now, when asked my nationality, answering, “American” is not sufficiant as it would be for an European-American. Not much has changed since 1942 when as a 12 years old American boy I was led at gun point to a barb-wired concentration camp euphemistically called a relocation center for 4 years.
I am a veteran of the Korean war and had close relatives in both the 442nd and the Millitary Intelligence. It is unfortunate that this was not done during and after the war. I am an 81 years old Nisei who was imprisoned along with my family. After being released, I had to suffer years of harassment from racists who felt justified because I had bombed Pearl Harbor. Possibly, more publicity in the media of our innocence and contribution to winning the war might have changed these racist attitudes but that was too much to ask of the media that were the ones fanning the flame to put us in the position we were in. Unfortunately, this country is quick to make irrational, emotional and illegal decisions but slow to atone for it. It is a sad comment on the mentality of this country that even now, when asked my nationality, answering, “American” is not sufficiant as it would be for an European-American. Not much has changed since 1942 when as a 12 years old American boy I was led at gun point to a barb-wired concentration camp euphemistically called a relocation center for 4 years.