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20.06.2018 - 16:14 [ George Takei / ForeignPolicy.com ]

‘At Least During the Internment …’ Are Words I Thought I’d Never Utter

That is America today, at our southern border, which asylum-seekers and undocumented migrants alike are seeking to cross. But it is also America in late 1941, in the aftermath of Pearl Harbor, when overnight my community, my family, and I became the enemy because we happened to look like those who had dropped the bombs. And yet, in one core, horrifying way this is worse. At least during the internment of Japanese-Americans, I and other children were not stripped from our parents.