That was in 1942. Earlier that year, on February 19, 75 years ago this Sunday, President Franklin D. Roosevelt issued an executive order, No. 9066, which set the internment into motion. On its face, the order was “neutral,” authorizing the military to designate whole swaths of land as military zones, and evacuate any persons from it as they saw fit.
But behind that facade lay a much darker purpose: to tear 120,000 innocent Japanese-Americans from their homes along the West Coast and relocate them to 10 prison camps scattered throughout the United States.
It didn’t matter, back then, that most of us were US citizens and had never even been to Japan. We were presumed guilty, and held without charge for four years, simply because we happened to look like the people who had bombed Pearl Harbor. For that crime, we lost our homes, our livelihoods and our freedoms.
Every year, on February 19, we Japanese-Americans honor this day as Remembrance Day, and we renew our pledge to make sure what happened to us never happens again in America. I am always amazed, and saddened, that despite our decades long efforts, so many young people today are not even aware that such a tragedy and miscarriage of justice took place here.
We are an interdependent people, sharing a common bond of humanity. The most pernicious aspect of Trump’s policies is thus the denial of those basic bonds and that humanity. I will not stand for it, and no people of good conscience should.
The internment is not a ‘precedent,’ it is a stark and painful lesson. We will only learn from the past if we know, understand and remember it. For if we fail, we most assuredly are doomed to repeat it.
“Dressed in his uniform marking service in the first World War, this veteran enters the Santa Anita assembly center for persons of Japanese ancestry evacuated from the west coast.” This is the original caption to this photo, taken in Arcadia, California, on April 5, 1942.
The attack on Pearl Harbor launched a rash of fear about national security, especially on the West Coast. In February 1942, just two months after Pearl Harbor, President Roosevelt as commander-in-chief, issued Executive Order 9066, which had the effect of relocating all persons of Japanese ancestry, both citizens and aliens, inland, outside of the Pacific military zone.
Roosevelt’s order affected 117,000 people of Japanese descent, two-thirds of whom were native-born citizens of the United States. Within weeks, all persons of Japanese ancestry–whether citizens or enemy aliens, young or old, rich or poor–were ordered to assembly centers near their homes. Soon they were sent to permanent relocation centers outside the restricted military zones. (Read more here: http://bit.ly/2ghV2PB)
oh my god do not refer to yuuri katsuki as “Jap Yuri.”
“jap” is a slur.
It was commonly used in WWII-era United States (and probably its English-speaking allies). Its use went hand-in-hand with the persecution and internment of Japanese-American immigrants AND natural-born citizens as spies, traitors, criminals, etc. Please look up “japanese internment” if you want to read more.
the proper abbreviation for Japan/Japanese is jpn.
and besides, there’s already a way to differentiate between the two:
yuuri katsuki = yuuri
yuri plisetsky = yurio
tldr: “jap” is a slur so don’t use it for yuuri katsuki or in any other situation if you can’t reclaim it thanks
Allow me to present to you this headcanon: Shiro as a Japanese Brazilian!
Brazil has the most number of Japanese immigrants in the world. This is a result from a large number of Japanese people fleeing from Japan to Brazil at the beginning of the 20th century. Bairro da Liberdade (Freedom) is a district in São Paulo (Brazilian State) that is home to the largest Japanese community outside of Japan. I’ve been there and it’s both huge and amazing! Most people living in there speak both Portuguese and Japanese and there are also some Japanese newsspapers that run in this area. It’s a very welcoming place for anime and manga fans and it’s not hard to find cosplayers meeting in the area. Karaoke contests are famous in the area. There are also a smaller number of Chinese and Korean folks living in Liberdade.
Introducing the Voltron team to chimarrão. Coran absolutely falls in love with it, Hunk loves the smell and taste, Pidge and Keith are very reluctant to even try it out and Lance dives right in in one go. Allura is suspicious and finds out it’s not really to her taste but still appreciates the thought.
Whenever the panic attacks get bad and he needs to calm down, Shiro likes to isolate himself from the others and listen to bossa nova and Maria Gadú. It really helps him out.
Shiro’s father is Japanese, his mother is Brazilian.
He’s fluent in Japanese, Portuguese and English, which helps him get that scholarship at the garrison. He learns some Russian as well, though he’s not as good at it, but it’s important for the space program.
Shiro and Lance thinking they can understand each other because Portuguese and Spanish are similar and then realizing how bad an idea that was.
Shiro came to fall in love with space while visiting the SONEAR (Southern Observatory for Near Earth Asteroids Research) observatory with his parents as a kid, located in the state of Minas Gerais. It was an experience unlike any other and that’s when he decided he wanted to be an astronaut for real.
Set towards the end of the war, European theatre
- Victor is an ace pilot, considered a war hero and is a bit of a celebrity in the USSR
- But his plane was shot down recently over Germany
- Victor is missing, assumed captured at best but probably dead
- His younger brother Yuri refuses to believe this and immediately enlists in the army in the naive hope that it would help him find his brother
- He’s too young but gets some fake papers and lies about his age to get in. Gets sent off to the Eastern Front and doesn’t learn a damn thing about what happened to Victor. But he does meet a really cool guy from the Kazakh SSR (Otabek, of course) and they become great friends and look out for each other.
- But rewind a bit, back to Victor getting shot down. An American infantry regiment made up mostly of the children of Japanese immigrants stumbles upon a downed Soviet plane as they push forward into Germany. The pilot inside is hurt but alive, and so is placed in the care of their medic (it’s Yuuri.)
- Victor is dirty and injured and pretty disoriented with a concussion but he’s still the most beautiful person Yuuri has ever seen.
- The unit realizes after a bit that hey, doesn’t this guy look like that famous Russian pilot? Oh shit, they’ve got a Soviet war hero with them now and they don’t know what to do with him. How do we send him back? Things are pretty messy at the moment, so for the time being he’s just going to have to stick around with them.
- Yuuri doesn’t mind this arrangement. Victor speaks enough English that they can communicate and they’ve been talking a lot while Victor’s been on the mend. He likes Victor. He REALLY likes Victor.
So I was talkin’ about a Hawaiian!AU, right? Well, here, Kagome is a Japanese immigrant, and she meets InuYasha, who’s mother was also a Japanese immigrant, and his father was one of the sacred wild dog messengers of the Fire Goddess, Pele. And because of InuYasha’s strange nature, many of the native Hawaiians worship him, while others are wary, to say the least.
I decided the setting would be in the 1910s, because that was when there was a huge wave of asian immigrants (mostly Japanese and Korean) looking for jobs in plantations and factories, and it was also the time where Hawaiian culture was really blending with so much diversity, and there was a lot of Modern/Westernization vs. Tradition and ancient beliefs. A perfect backdrop for ghost-hunting, right? (since there are a ton of Hawaiian/Japanese ghost stories - it’s crazy)
¡No abras la puerta! Pregúntale a la migra i tienen una orden de arresto y que te la pasen por debajo de la puerta.
¡Guarda silencio! Tiene el derecho a permanecer callado/a. Si te confrontan agentes de inmigración, di: “Uso mi derecho bajo la quinta enmienda, y tengo el derecho a mantenerme callado/a.” Los agentes de inmigración pueden usar cualquier cosa que digas en tu contra en tu caso de inmigración.
¡No firmes! No firmes nada que te den los agentes de inmigración sin hablar con un abogado.
¡Haz un plan y pelea! Sí inmigración detiene a ti o a un ser uerido, busca un abogado de confianza, y haz planes para que alguien cuide a tus hijos. Tu puedes pelear un caso óde detencin y tal vez recibir una fianza.
(translation by @strangestructures)
French translation. / Traduction française.
Que faire si les agents d'immigration sont à votre porte?
N'ouvrez pas la porte! Les agents d'immigration n'ont pas le droit d'entrer à moins de présenter un mandat. Disez leur de le passer par dessous la porte.
Restez silencieux! Les agents d'immigrations peuvent utilisez tout ce que vous disez contre vous dans votre affaire d'immigration. Vous avez le droit de garder le silence. Dites “Je plaide le cinquième amendement et décide de garder le silence.” (En anglais: “I plead the fifth amendment and choose my right to remain silent”, phonétiquement “Aïe plide de fifz amèned'mente ènd tchouse tou rimèine saïlente.”)
Ne signez rien! Ne signez rien sans parler à un avocat.
Documentez le raid! Informez immédiatement l'organisation “United we Dream” en appelant au numéro suivant: 1-844-343-1623. Faites des photos, filmez et notez tout: les numéros de badges, le nombre d'agents et les évenements exacts.
Défendez vous! Parlez à un avocat de confiance et explorez toutes les possibilités pour défendre votre cas. Si vous êtes détenu, vous pouvez éventuellement être libéré contre caution – ne perdez pas espoir!
URGENTE: se você não tem permissão para estar nos EUA, NÃO abra a porta se um agente do serviço de imigração (ICE) estiver batendo. Não responda a nenhuma pergunta do agente se ele tentar falar com você. Você tem o direito de permanecer calado. Você NÃO tem que dar seu nome ao agente. Se você está no trabalho, pergunte ao agente se está livre pra sair, e se ele disser que sim, SAIA. Você tem direito de falar com um advogado.
1. Huwag magbukas ng pinto. Hindi puwedeng pumasok ang ICE hangga’t wala silang pirmadong warrant o hindi niyo sila pinapapasok nang kusa. Sabihan niyo sila na ipasok ang warrant sa ilalim ng pintuan bago niyo sila pagbuksan.
2. Huwag magsalita. Puwedeng gamitin ng ICE ang kahit anong sabihin niyo para sa kaso niyo sa immigration. Gamitin ang inyong karapatang manahimik.
Sabihan niyo sila ng: “I plead the fifth amendment and choose to remain silent.”
3. Huwag pumirma. Huwag niyong pirmahan ang kahit anong ibibigay sa inyo ng ICE hangga’t hindi kayo nakakakonsulta ng abogado.
4. Isumbong ang raid! Tawagan niyo agad ang United We Dream hotline: 1-844-343-1623.
Kumuha kayo ng mga litrato at video, at alalahanin ang lahat ng detalye: badge numbers (numero sa mga tsapa), bilang ng mga ahente ng ICE, at ang eksaktong pangyayari.
5. Lumaban! Kumuha kayo ng mapagkakatiwalaang abogado at pag-aralan ang lahat ng puwedeng paraan para ilaban ang inyong kaso. Kapag ipinakulong kayo, maaari pa kayong maka-piyansa. Huwag mawalan ng pag-asa!
ICE non ha il diritto di entrare il vostro appartamento senza un mandato firmato (da un magistrato) e senza che voi date l’autorizzazione. Gli chiedete di infilare il mandato sotto la porta prima di aprirla.
Rimanete in silenzio.
ICE puo usare tutto che dite contro voi nel vostro processo d’immigrazione allora affermate il vostro diritto a rimanere in silenzio. Dite: “Uso il mio diritto secondo il quinto emendamento e sceglio di stare zitto.”
Non firmate niente.
Non firmate niente che ICE vi da senza parlare con un avvocato.
Fate un rapporto.
Per fare un rapporto immediato: numero verde dell’UWD: 1-844-343-1623. Fare foto e video e prendete appunti: numeri di insegne, il numero di agenti, essatamente che cosa è successo.
Trovate un avvocato affidabile e esaminare tutte le possibilità per il vostro processo. Se siete incarcerato, qualcuno vi portrebbe pagare la cauzione - non perdete la speranza!
۱. در را باز نکنید.
ماموران ICEنمیتوانند بدون حکم جلب امضا شده یا
اجازه شما وارد خانه شما شوند. از آنها درخواست کنید حکم جلب را از زیر در به شما نشان بدهند.
۲. ساکت بمانید.
آنها میتوانند هر چیزی که شما میگویید را علیه شنا استفاده کنند پس از حق سکوت خود استفاده کنید.
I plead the fifth ammendment and choose to remain silent.
من از حق بند پنجم ان استفاده میکنم و بدون حضور وکیل صحبت نمیکنم.
هیچ چیزی را بدون مشاوره با وکیل خود امضا نکنید.
۴. گزارش بدهید.
بلافاصله با شماره۱۸۴۴۳۴۳۱۶۲۳ تماس بگیرید و حتما عکس, فیلم, یادداشت های مربوطه و شماره شناسایی ماموران حاضر را نگه دارید.
۵. از حق خود دفاع کنید.
یک وکیل خوب استخدام کنید و به تمام گزینه ها فکر کنید. حتی اگر شما دستگیر شوید امکان ضمانت و آزادی موقت وجود دارد.
Note: I will continue to update this post with translations as I find them, crediting and linking back to the translators as I do so. I do this in order to create an easier way of reblogging as many translations as possible. I will remove translations at the translator’s request. Thank you for your understanding.
You know if the plan here was to go for some dark “bad ending” bullshit then it was all fucked up. Let’s assume Urahara, Grimmjow, and Nel died, but Yoruichi and Yuushirou didn’t, although it doesn’t really matter except for Urahara. Here, it’s simple:
Rukia goes along with covering up the war with Wandenreich, she and Ichigo have a big fight about it
Ichigo quits, he finishes high school and just disappears, nobody knows where he’s gone, and it sure the hell isn’t Karakura
Ishida starts dating Orihime? Whatever, doesn’t really matter to this concept; sorry not sorry
Ditto Chad; again, sorry not sorry
So Ichigo winds up in the middle of nowhere somewhere… the Atacama, Algeria, Nevada… maybe the Peruvian Andes? A lot of Japanese immigrants in Peru. Point is, he spends the rest of his life training; just training
Meanwhile Soul Society rebuilds the Soukyoku, etc.
He writes to his sisters sometimes I guess
When he finally dies, and he probably only makes it to 50 or 60 or so (somewhere around 2035 to 2050), Earth is in a pretty bad state. He’s just left in his spirit body, looking every bit as old and grizzled as he did in life, and promptly opens a garganta
He goes to Hueco Mundo and just starts wiping it out, Hollows, Menos, Arrancar, Espada, everything; in short order there’s nothing left and the place is empty; if there’s no Hollows to be worried about, then taking out the Shinigami isn’t such a problem
Soul Society is quickly overwhelmed by the number of purified souls arriving and is stuck declaring a kind of martial law
He has Riruka and Yukio, now elderly, use their Fullbringer powers one last time and ascends to the Soul King’s realm, where he promptly wipes out Zero Division in pitched battle, and puts Soul King Yhwach in a Caja Negación for easy transport (Where’d he get it from? Good question, who cares, maybe a last present from Urahara)
He then descends to Soul Society, giving no fucks about the barriers because he’s now just that strong
He spends an afternoon taking out Soul Society. He destroys the new Soukyoku, the Maggot’s Nest, Central 46’s chambers, the Academy… He doesn’t kill the Shinigami, no. (Except for Mayuri.) He takes out their binding chains and soul sleep, just like Byakuya once did to him. All of them, except for Byakuya himself, Yoruichi, Renji… and Rukia.
Ichigo ignores all of them and descends into the prison complex, methodically destroying it until he reaches the final level holding Aizen; he releases what remains of Yhwach and promptly obliterates it just as the other four survivors arrive
“20,000 years of contemplation? No. You’re going to serve the same people you despise and wished to lord over. Forever,” Ichigo declared. There were only two remaining options that could serve as the Soul King, and damn if he was going to do it. He deserved rest.
Aizen remained cryptically silent.
With that Ichigo turned to face the others. “And now for all of you.”
Byakuya and Yoruichi both took up ready stances.
Renji gritted his teeth and charged forward with a yell.
Ichigo batted him aside easily, but his eyes never deviated from Rukia.
“How could you?!” she demanded.
“How could I? How could you!?” he roared back.
Rukia visibly flinched.
A cold grin took hold of Ichigo’s mouth. It faded into a bitter smile and then to careful neutrality. He tossed Zangetsu onto the floor between him and them.
Renji groaned off to one side, while the three Shinigami still standing all blinked.
“It’s yours now. It’s all yours, to do with as you see fit. You can do whatever you want, remake it any image you please. Whether you listen to all those people up there or not is up to you,” Ichigo stated. There weren’t going to be anymore orders or directives unless they were the ones issuing them.
“Do you know what you’ve done? We’ll have to start all over,” Yoruichi said grimly.
Ichigo raised his eyebrows in affirmation. That was the idea.
“And what of you, Kurosaki Ichigo? What will you do?” Byakuya inquired coolly.
“Disappear.” He kept his eyes steadily on Rukia for long moments before glancing down at the sword between them.
Her eyes went wide as she understood his intention.
“It’d hardly be the first time,” he continued quietly.
“You fool…” Rukia got out, her voice wavering as tears started to stream down her face.
“The name’s Kurosaki Ichigo, Shinigami.”
Rukia just stared at him for an eternity. At last she started forward, stopping to stoop and pick up Zangetsu along the way. It took her a whole minute to cross the short distance, halting in front of him. “It… it is not ‘Shinigami’, it is 'Kuchiki Rukia.’”
A rueful smile crossed Ichigo’s lips but he didn’t look up. “I see. Let’s pray this doesn’t become the last greeting… for both of us.” He finally lifted his head to meet Rukia’s gaze, looking into those ultramarine depths one last time. “Bye, Rukia.” He shut his eyes.
The only sound in the vast space was the splatter of blood as she pierced his heart for the third and final time.
He mouthed the words “Thank you.” Maybe next time.
Rukia smoothly withdrew the blade and decapitated him.
Ichigo toppled over in two pieces, leaving his heart with her.
She managed to stand for a few moments longer before sinking to her knees and beginning to bawl.
The US has a long history of being selfish jerks. We’ve not only refused Jewish refugees during WWII (even sent some back to Hilter…look it up), we’ve also put Japanese immigrants (and citizens of Japanese descent) in internment camps. We’ve been shitting on Latin American immigrants (and latino citizens) for a long time, even as we’ve exploited their labor to keep our food cheap. And now we’re screaming about the risks of welcoming Syrian refugees over a wrongly perceived threat (while the biggest sources of violence in our society go unchecked).
It is strange that we justify our collective disdain for immigrants with the need for “security.” We want to keep our jobs “secure” or our borders “secure” or our families “secure.”
All the while, we stand by while corporations outsource our jobs and we export our young to engage in conflicts kept fueled by hundreds of military bases around the globe.
We cry for security with our voices, but not our actions. And, in our fear, we look for scapegoats.
The immigrants among us are merely scapegoats. Open your eyes and see that this is true. We hate them because we are afraid and need someone to blame, and we lack the moral strength to blame ourselves.
According to Scott Watanabe, Big Hero 6 is set in an alternate future where after the 1906 earthquake, San Francisco was rebuilt by Japanese immigrants using techniques that allow movement and flexibility in a seismic event. After the city was finished being rebuilt, it was renamed San Fransokyo due to it being a city with Japanese and American architecture combined.
I have nothing but the utmost respect for children of immigrants who aren’t afraid to express their culture or language. It took a long time for me to speak to anyone in my native tongue in public, let alone fully embrace my cultural identity. You all rock, and I support you 100%.