Mahmoud Farshchian
Bob Fletcher, a former California agriculture inspector who, ignoring the resentment of neighbors, quit his job in the middle of World War II to manage the fruit farms of Japanese families forced to live in internment camps, died on May 23 in Sacramento. He was 101.
His death was confirmed by Doris Taketa, who was 12 when Mr. Fletcher agreed to run her family’s farm in 1942, the year she and her extended family were relocated to the Jerome War Relocation Center in Arkansas.
“He saved us,” Ms. Taketa said.
After Japan bombed Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941, the United States government forced 120,000 Japanese-Americans on the West Coast out of their homes and into internment camps for the duration of the war.
Near Sacramento, many of the Japanese who were relocated were farmers who had worked land around the town of Florin since at least the 1890s. Mr. Fletcher, who was single and in his early 30s at the time, knew many of them through his work inspecting fruit for the government. The farmers regarded him as honest, and he respected their operations.
After President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed an executive order in February 1942 that made the relocation possible by declaring certain parts of the West to be military zones, Al Tsukamoto, whose parents arrived in the United States in 1905, approached Mr. Fletcher with a business proposal: would he be willing to manage the farms of two family friends of Mr. Tsukamoto’s, one of whom was elderly, and to pay the taxes and mortgages while they were away? In return, he could keep all the profits.
Mr. Fletcher and Mr. Tsukamoto had not been close, and Mr. Fletcher had no experience growing the farmers’ specialty, flame tokay grapes, but he accepted the offer and soon quit his job.
For the next three years he worked a total of 90 acres on three farms — he had also decided to run Mr. Tsukamoto’s farm. He worked 18-hour days and lived in the bunkhouse Mr. Tsukamoto had reserved for migrant workers. He paid the bills of all three families — the Tsukamotos, the Okamotos and the Nittas. He kept only half of the profits.
Many Japanese-American families lost property while they were in the camps because they could not pay their bills. Most in the Florin area moved elsewhere after the war. When the Tsukamotos returned in 1945, they found that Mr. Fletcher had left them money in the bank and that his new wife, Teresa, had cleaned the Tsukamotos’ house in preparation for their return. She had chosen to join her husband in the bunkhouse instead of accepting the Tsukamotos’ offer to live in the family’s house.
“Teresa’s response was, ‘It’s the Tsukamotos’ house,’ ” recalled Marielle Tsukamoto, who was 5 when she and her family were sent to the Jerome center.
Ms. Tsukamoto is now the president of the Florin chapter of the Japanese American Citizens League. Her mother, Mary Tsukamoto, was a teacher, activist and historian who, with Elizabeth Pinkerton, wrote “We the People: A Story of Internment in America.”
Mr. Fletcher’s willingness to work the farms was not well received in Florin, where before the war some people had resented the Japanese immigrants for their success. Japanese children in the area were required to attend segregated schools. Mr. Fletcher was unruffled by personal attacks; he felt the Japanese farmers were being mistreated.
“I did know a few of them pretty well and never did agree with the evacuation,” he told The Sacramento Bee in 2010. “They were the same as anybody else. It was obvious they had nothing to do with Pearl Harbor.”
After the war, resentment against the Japanese in Florin continued. If Mr. Tsukamoto tried to buy a part at the hardware store only to be told that the part was not in stock, he would ask Mr. Fletcher to buy it for him.
Robert Emmett Fletcher Jr. was born in San Francisco on July 26, 1911, when the city was still rebuilding after the great earthquake five years earlier. He attended the University of California, Davis, and later managed a peach orchard before taking the job as a state shipping point inspector.
Survivors include his wife, the former Teresa Cassieri, to whom he was married for 67 years; their son, Robert Emmett III; three granddaughters; and five great-grandchildren.
The Fletchers bought their own land in Florin after the war and raised hay and cattle. Mr. Fletcher was a volunteer firefighter in Florin for many decades before becoming the paid fire chief. He was also active in historical groups.
He was never much for celebrating his role in the war, and he noted that other Florin residents had helped their Japanese neighbors.
“I don’t know about courage,” he said in 2010 as Florin was preparing to honor him in a ceremony. “It took a devil of a lot of work.”
winter showers
it ain’t hot til your skin’s gone red ok
THIS is what the ideal man looks like
You know, the Richard Spencer getting punched thing has made it VERY clear which groups of people I’m not actually safe around, if push comes to shove. People who had SAID that they’d defend Jewish people, or even promised that, if shit hit the fan, they’d hide me, have said that this was inexcusable, and now I’m not wasting emotional energy on them. Because they won’t.
If you think you’d have hidden Jews during the Holocaust, but think that punching Richard Spencer was “inexcusable,” then you’re kidding yourself.
I encourage everyone to reblog this!
A war is not peacetime. For the same reason I wouldn’t pull out a gun and kill someone for what they said, but I would if they were on the wrong side of a trench. You can defend human rights and and not be a Nazi sympathizer. The fact that you can’t is your own problem.
Ok dude,
But Spencer and his ilk are out there calling LOUDLY for organized extermination and segregation of “lesser races.” We’ve been here before.
Nazis do not deserve a say or a fair shake or moment’s peace. Nazis deserve to die. Because their ideology calls for me and my friends and my family to die. If their ideology is allowed to proliferate again, that’s what at stake. The death and subjugation of everyone who is not a nazi.
They ought to be thrown in jail and not let out. Since, obviusly, conspiracy to genocide is illegal. Vigilantism and/or anarchy are not things I support. I don’t remember saying their ideas deserve a fair shake. No one is required by law to agree with them. What they are allowed to do is say their hateful bullshucks and get themselves arrested for their trouble.
Yeah, executing unarmed black children in the streets is illegal, too, but I haven’t seen anybody get arrested for it lately.
Also. Fuck you and your false support if you think this isn’t wartime.
Fuck you and your false support if you think this isn’t wartime.
Fuck you and your false support if you think this isn’t wartime.
Fuck you and your false support if you think this isn’t wartime.
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‘What they are allowed to do is say their hateful bullshucks and get themselves arrested for their trouble.’ …Arrested? LOL YEAH I’M SURE THE POLICE WILL GET RIGHT ON THAT. Richard Spencer already publicly endorses GENOCIDE and still hasn’t been arrested. GENOCIDE.
If you feel comfortable enough uttering the phrase “I trust the police to handle the emboldening neo-Nazi movement”, but not the phrase “I’D PUNCH A NAZI”, OP is right. You cannot be trusted. Because you’re either a buck-passing coward, hopelessly lazy or dangerously naive.
It’s telling to me that all of my doctors frown at my weed use, which may or may not cause temporary memory loss … when my alternative for treating my anxiety is a substance KNOWN to cause sometimes permanent memory loss, among a host of other complications.
I am not at all against medication. My life would be severely restricted if I didn’t have my SNRI. And some of the side effects are worth the benefit (for example, constantly shaking hands and poor coordination). But there is a massive ethical issue in the U.S. when doctors don’t give patients accurate information on powerful psychotropic drugs – or receive that information themselves from the pharmaceutical companies shilling those drugs.
Especially considering that most mild anxiety and depression is actually an accurate reaction to the constant flow of bad news from around the world. These are incredibly powerful, poorly understood medications, often with terrible withdrawal symptoms that are difficult to overcome, and patients should be able to give genuine informed consent before being put on them. Nor should they eel pressured to go on them, like so many people I know are.
The worst thing is, most of these substances haven’t been proven effective for mild forms of mood disorders, which is where most of the prescribing happens, I imagine.
Leanne Lauricella felt completely unfulfilled in her stressful, big-city job, so she quit to raise special needs baby goats. Her sanctuary, Goats of Anarchy, houses about 50 orphaned and disabled goats, a mini horse, a mini donkey, two rabbits, and a pig. She’s loved every minute of her new lifestyle, because “when you find and follow your passion, all of the silly things you thought were important, don’t seem so important anymore.” Source Source 2
GOATS OF ANARCHY????
This person is my goddamn hero.
The signs as questions I have for them
Aries: can you stop letting people steal your fire?
Taurus: why do you always have to be right?
Gemini: why is humor the only way you know to cope?
Cancer: will you please stay kind forever?
Leo: can you like, chill for a sec?
Virgo: will you ever realize you are enough as you are?
Libra: fuck off
Scorpio: have you ever considered its not always your fault?
Sagittarius: why don’t you just go to sleep?
Capricorn: when will you realize people don’t owe you anything?
Aquarius: will you please open up to someone and stop being afraid?
Pisces: can you please stop striving for approval? You are loved now
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you can feel the temperature D:
Carrie Fisher and Mark Hamill on the set of Star Wars (1976)
Winter mood: hair
i buckle for chinscruff.
Call things what they are. By using the language of your oppressors, you are being complicit in your own oppression. Do not normalize this. This is not normal, and we sure as fuck shouldn’t sanitize it.
I’m not a professional historian, but my teacher had a special interest in WWII and what led up to it. And this? This is exactly how the Nazi regime started. They normalized it, edged a bit further, that got normalized too, and by the time major shit was going down, it was too fucking late.
We need to make sure it’s not too fucking late this time. “Never again” needs to mean something.
my body isnt a temple, it’s a condemned building covered in prophecies in the form of graffiti. my soul is a shrine made of garbage and neon and i am holy, hallelujah.
Sheep are real nasty up close (at Cardiff, United Kingdom)






