Over the weekend I was at a housewarming party for one of my partner's co-workers and her boyfriend. Since the boyfriend has a lot of family in the area, a lot of them came to the party, including his grandparents, who are now in their mid-80s. I went to talk to the grandmother, who was sitting by herself because her legs don't allow her to stand and mingle. Anyway, I asked her how long she'd been in the area. Over 50 years, she said. "Before that, we were in an internment camp."
She said this casually, so I sort of nodded casually, although my brain was saying, "Homina WHAT?" But then I realized: she's Japanese-American, she's in her mid-80s, and 60-odd years ago when the US government started interning Japanese-Americans, she'd have been in her 20s. So of course she would have been in an internment camp.
You know the history, of course. But it is still mind-blowing to all of a sudden be sitting there talking to someone who has been through it. We all acknowledge that this happened and that it was a mistake, but it was surprising to me how much it rattled me to be reminded that this is not just an isolated incident, that it remains part of the fabric of the daily lives of millions of people who did not actually experience it. The camps close down, people move on, the government regrets the error; but what has happened cannot be made to un-happen. Sixty-two years later, she's still with the man she married in the internment camp; they have children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren. Decades of normalcy later, the internment camp is part of them all, with them daily in different ways. To her, and perhaps to her children and grandchildren, what startled me is just a normal and accepted fact of existence: the knowledge that citizenship is conditional, that basic human rights can be revoked for arbitrary and unjust reasons, that you cannot just assume that you will always control where you live or what you do. For six years, I have been losing my mind trying to grasp a principle that she, like everyone else who went through that sixty-odd years ago, has known since before I was born: that it is in fact very easy, surprisingly easy, frighteningly easy, for our government to do and to persuade its citizens to accept things that ought to be prima facie unjust, unconscionable, and unconstitutional.
When they told their neighbors in Chicago about the camps, she said, they said they hadn't known. I don't know whether she was talking about her first neighbors or her current neighbors, but either way I find it hard to believe; but I suppose it's possible. Most people don't go looking for this kind of information and it's not as if anyone in power particularly wants them to have it. Most of what I know about this history I learned from a Smithsonian Museum exhibit called
A More Perfect Union: Japanese-Americans and the Constitution. Of course, my retention was imperfect. Looking back at the exhibit website, I am reminded that FDR signed the Executive Order 9066, which authorized the military to declare any area of the country a "military area" from which "any or all persons" could be excluded at the whim of the military commanders, barely two months after the attack on Pearl Harbor. The order did not specify that these people would all be Japanese or Japanese-Americans; but that's undoubtedly what everyone knew this order was really about. I am also reminded that the order justified itself on the grounds that
"the successful prosecution of the war requires every possible protection against espionage and against sabotage to national-defense material, national-defense premises, and national-defense utilities."The successful prosecution of the war requires every possible protection. I wish I could say that did not sound familiar. I also wish I could say this had not happened on the watch of one of the great Democratic presidents of the twentieth century. But it does, and it did.
And I guess this is my point. It is absolutely necessary that we remove the current party from power. It is absolutely clear that if that does not happen, all we can expect from the future is more abuses of power, more corruption, more detention without trial, more torture, more funneling money and resources into corporate maws and black holes, more war, more death, more suffering. It does not follow therefrom that if we
do get back a Democratic majority in the Congress, the opposite will necessarily happen.
If we want things to change, really, one thing has to happen. The war has to end.
I mean the Iraq war, but I also mean the War On Terror as this administration has defined it. Because as it has been defined, this war is unwinnable and eternal and the only real effect of our constantly being exhorted to fight and die and sacrifice for it is that we are all being permanently kept in that very dangerous place from which things like Executive Order 9066 proceed.
We cannot live like this and be a true democracy at the same time. We cannot operate out of fear and paranoia while at the same time preserving liberty and justice for all--or really, for any. You would think that the experience of World War II would have taught us that suspending the Constitutional rights of American citizens because of an unjustified fear that one of them
might one day do us harm is not only unjustifiable but unnecessary. It apparently hasn't. At least it hasn't taught those Democratic members of Congress who supported Bush's military tribunals bill.
But we must learn this, we must remember it, and if God willing we get a majority after November 7, we must make them honor it. We must make them know that the victory we really need--the only victory we can have--in the War On Terror is the restoration of our democracy, our civil rights, and our Constitutional freedoms. We must make them know that the only way that "the terrorists" can really "win" is by frightening us into living this way forever. We must make them know that we sent them to the Capitol to do more than just hang onto their seats. We need them to win this war. And we need them to know that it is not going to be won in the torture chamber or in Guantanamo or in Baghdad. It will have to be won here if it is going to be won at all.
This time next week we will know who controls Congress. We will still be very far away from knowing what the future will hold. I don't know where I'll be when I'm 85. I don't know what I will have to say to people a third of my age. I hope it's not, "Yes, I've lived in Canada for thirty years. Before that, we lived quite near one of the Security Zones, you know, where they kept the detainees. We used to hear things sometimes at night. It was awful; but what could we do? We demonstrated for a while; but nobody was paying attention, and then there was that time I got arrested. They didn't beat me up
that bad; but I could never make myself go on another one. And then when they passed the Family Normalization Act, well, we were just lucky we made it across the border before they closed it."
It probably won't go down that way. But it could. It has happened here. There is no magic out there that protects democracy and preserves our freedom. We have to do that ourselves, every goddamn day.
The Plaid Adder