My father came from Japan in He was 15 when he from Japan He worked until he was able to buy - actually build a store Let me tell you the in the form of a dream, I don't know why I have to tell it but I know it means, Close your eyes, just picture the As I paint it for you, it was World II, When this man named Kenji woke Ken not a soldier, was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA, day, he crawled out of bed like he always did, Bacon and with wife and kids, He on the second floor of a little store he ran, He moved to LA from They called 'Immigrant,' In Japanese, he'd say he was called That 'First Generation In The United States,' When everyone was afraid of Germans, afraid of the Japs, But of all afraid of a homeland attack, And that when Ken went out on the doormat, His world black 'cause, Right there; front news, Three before 1942, "Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And Japs Are Comin'" Pictures of dyin' and runnin', Ken what it would lead to, Just like he guessed, President said, "The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked They gave Ken, couple of days, get his whole life packed in two bags, two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes, folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in, So two trash bags is they gave them, When the kids mom "Where are we goin'?" Nobody even knew what to to them, Ken didn't wanna lie, said "The US is lookin' for spies, So we have to in a place called Manzanar, Where lot of Japanese people are," Stop it don't look the gunmen, You don't wanna the soldiers wonderin', If you gonna or not, 'Cause if you then you might get shot, than that try not to think about it, not to worry 'bout it; bein' so crowded, Someday we'll get out, someday. As soon as war out The F.B.I. came and they just come to the and "You have to the Japanese have to go" They Mr. Lee People understand Why did they have to take Because he's an laborer So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' Every every night look down at them, From towers up on the wall, couldn't really hate them at all; They were just doin' their and, He gonna make 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 his mind, he wanted his families life saved, of war in their own damn country, What for? Time passed the prison town, He wanted them to it down when they were free, The only out was joinin' the army, And supposedly, some men out for the army, signed on, And ended up flyin' to Japan with bomb, That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to war pretty fast, Two cities were blown bits; the end of the war came quick, got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife, But, when they got back to their What they saw made them feel alone, These people had every room, Smashed in the windows and bashed in the Written on the walls the floor, "Japs welcome anymore." And Kenji dropped of his bags at his sides and just stood outside, He, at his wife without words to say, She back at him wiping tears away, said "Someday we'll be okay, someday," the names have been changed, but the story's true, My family was locked up back '42, My family was there was dark and damp, And called it an internment camp we first got back from camp... uhh It was... pretty... bad I, I remember my said "Are we gonna 'til last?" Then husband died before they close the camp.