Chapter 11
I could pretend I don’t know why I was compelled to go to Manzanar when of course I do. Thinking of Keiko, her family and families like hers, thinking of them trapped in a cage, victims of senseless prejudice, I knew I had to do more to help them. It was a month since Keiko and her family were carted away, and I decided I had to go to Manzanar to see for myself what was happening. I read the newspapers, heard the radio, saw the newsreels, but I only saw what others decided I should see.
The Satos’ belongings were safely stored with a fellow professor from UCLA. I left Peppy with the Simons, my neighbors. He was a friendly dog, Peppy, sweet, loving, happy to see me when I arrived home after teaching my classes, and he slept on the bed next to me during the day. He adapted to my
