Forget Pearl Harbor
By Karoline Morrison
I recently appeared on KING Television’s “New Day” show to discuss my book about my life in Hollywood during the “Golden Age” of movies. After the show, I was surprised to find a crowd of young schoolgirls from Japan waiting for me in the lobby. They had been in the studio audience and now hoped to have pictures taken with me. Of course, I was delighted to comply. As I posed with my arms around their little shoulders, hugging them close to me, I had a sudden and vivid recollection of another time in my life with young Japanese girls.
It was a cold spring morning in 1942. As I approached Beacon Hill Elementary School for another day in the sixth grade, I saw a strange-looking bus parked on the playground. I stopped to watch and could see that two girls in my class were being escorted into the strange vehicle. I asked an eighth-grade boy standing nearby what was going on. He replied, "They're rounding up all the Japs and taking them to a prison camp in Idaho."