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Nanka Nikkei Voices
Yearning For Southern California
An elderly black man who daily caught a bus that took him from Watts to his job in Burbank was quoted as saying that he always rushed back to Watts as soon as his work day ended. He just never could relax or feel comfortable until he was back in his own neighborhood.
In that winter of 1944, the prospect of leaving behind the mess hall meals, the shivering trips to the latrine, and the cramped barracks life in the wind-chilled cold of Heart Mountain should have been enough to make me excited and happy. Instead, I felt an uneasiness that I did not feel two years earlier when we were uprooted…
