12023-08-21T22:12:45+00:00Anonymous1561plain2023-08-21T22:12:45+00:00Ron InatomiThe few times my Mother spoke about being incarcerated, was the awful stench of the horse urine at Santa Anita. My Father and his family were taken to Tulare, and didn’t know this until three years ago. My Father was incarcerated at Gila, and my Mother at Poston 3.
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1media/background-generic-1.png2021-10-01T17:48:12+00:00Jessica Bocinskia602570e86f7a6936e40ab07e0fddca6eccf4e9bContextualizing The Japanese American Incarceration147plain2023-07-26T23:10:50+00:00Henry Littleworth64764bd7f75105eef9e31ea463f7e3beab74cfdb
