# data[].attributes.body
I lost my freedom

my face is the enemy

no more rights for me

# data[].attributes.headline
I am a loyal American, yet I have the face of an enemy.So much we left behind but the most valuable thing I lost was my freedom.If there were accusations to be made, why hadn’t I been given a fair trial? Maybe I wasn’t considered an American anymore. My citizenship wasn’t real after all.

# data[].attributes.subject
I am a loyal American, yet I have the face of an enemy.So much we left behind but the most valuable thing I lost was my freedom.If there were accusations to be made, why hadn’t I been given a fair trial? Maybe I wasn’t considered an American anymore. My citizenship wasn’t real after all.

# data[].attributes.body
They say we are the enemy race, their 112,000 potential enemies.

The accusation of sabotage and that we are not loyal Americans.

They remove us to concentration camps, all packed into one large building.

We are United States Citizens, but they give us no fair trial.

Our constitutional rights are but a meaningless phrase.

We are loyal, but they call us the enemy.

# data[].attributes.headline
The face of an enemy, yet I am a loyal American.I wasn't considered an American anymore ,my citizenship wasn't real after all.The wire fence was real. I no longer had the right to walk out of it.And if we were there for our protection. If so, then why, why were the guns pointed toward us rather than away from us. Inside I was American, but then why did Military Police patrol the aisles? Why am I proud to be an American?

# data[].attributes.subject
The face of an enemy, yet I am a loyal American.I wasn't considered an American anymore ,my citizenship wasn't real after all.The wire fence was real. I no longer had the right to walk out of it.And if we were there for our protection. If so, then why, why were the guns pointed toward us rather than away from us. Inside I was American, but then why did Military Police patrol the aisles? Why am I proud to be an American?

# data[].attributes.body
On May 16, 1942,

We departed,

For an unknown destination.

I can remember vividly the plight of the elderly,

Some on stretchers,

Orphans herded onto the train by caretakers,

For the first few months our diet,

Consisted of brined liver—salted liver,

Huge liver,

So much we left behind,

But the most valuable thing I lost was my freedom,

Why were the guns pointed toward us

Rather than away from us?

Roughly two thousand people,

Packed in one large building,

No beds were provided,

Had to sleep on sacks filled with straw,

For an unknown destination,

We departed,

The most valuable thing I lost was my freedom.

# data[].attributes.body
The Japanese don’t deserve, to be treated this way

So lets not make them

Go through all this pain

Families are being torn apart from trying to be free

Us Americans arent helping thee. By sitting around

And letting all of this happen

We as Americans arent bringing satisfaction

Soon enough guns are pointing right at us

They shot us without hesitation

why

# data[].attributes.body
Why I Am Proud to Be an American

So much we left behind, but the most valuable thing I lost was my freedom

Constitutional rights were a meaningless phrase

Democracy can be an illusion

The freedom to lay it down

You can't take loyalty with you

Why Am I Proud to Be an American

# data[].attributes.body
On that day, May 16, 1942 we departed for an unknown destination

The Japanese race is an enemy race they said

All Japanese, whether citizens or not, (should) be placed in inland concentration camps they said

The Pacific Coast is officially a combat zone and some part of it may at any moment be a battlefield they said

And nobody ought to be on a battlefield who has no good reason for being there they said

But…

I am a loyal American, yet I have the face of an enemy

So maybe I wasn’t considered an American anymore.

Of one thing I was sure,

So much we left behind but the most valuable thing I lost was my freedom

# data[].attributes.body
I am a loyal American, yet I have the face of an enemy. I can remember vividly the guns pointed toward us rather than away from us.
My citizenship wasn't real after all.
But what was I doing behind a fence like a criminal?
Why hadn't I been given a fair trial?
The most valuable thing I lost was my freedom.
What was I?