Heart Mountain Pilgrimage Set for Aug. 10-11 – Rafu Shimpo


Heart Mountain Pilgrimage Set for Aug. 10-11 – Rafu Shimpo.

CODY, Wyo. — This year’s Heart Mountain Pilgrimage will be a multigenerational arts festival and will be held on Friday and Saturday, Aug. 10 and 11.

Reservation deadline is July 1. Register online at www.HeartMountain.org.

The focus of the event will be to bring in the younger generations to continue the efforts of the Heart Mountain Wyoming Foundation.

The weekend will be centered on three documentaries. Each is different in its message, reminding the audience of the World War II internment of 120,000 Japanese Americans while asking the question: “Could this happen again?”

Ken Watanabe’s America: Japanese Americans and Post-9/11 America” will be shown at the Wynona Thompson Auditorium on Friday evening following the pilgrimage dinner at the Holiday Inn. A panel discussion is scheduled after the movie.

Saturday events will be hosted at the Heart Mountain Interpretive Learning Center. An outdoor arts fair featuring local and Heart Mountain artisans and authors will run from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.

Among other presentations and demonstrations outside, Eric Muller will introduce his new book, “Colors of Confinement: Rare Kodachrome Photographs of Japanese American Incarceration in World War II” (University of North Carolina Press, 2012) with a short presentation and book-signing.

Inside the center, two films, “Hiro: A Story of Japanese Internment” and “An American Contradiction,” will have alternating schedules throughout the day. Each film will be introduced by the filmmakers with a short question-and-answer period after the screening.

There will be several showings of each film throughout the day. Guests will be invited to explore the exhibits and the outdoor arts fair while waiting for the movies. Food vendors will be available and a bus will take people from the ILC to the honor roll, walking tour, and hospital complex.

Lee Nellis, a private contractor with Y Loop Road Trips, is working with the Heart Mountain Wyoming Foundation and will be offering Heart Mountain hikes on Thursday, Aug. 9, Friday, Aug. 10, and Sunday, Aug. 12. Reservations for the hike can be made through him at www.ylooproadtrips.com or by calling (307) 250-9382.

Schedule of Events

Registration will include entry to the following events:

• Reception hosted by Youth Council on Friday, Aug. 10, from 4 to 5 p.m. at Holiday Inn in Cody.

• Pilgrimage Dinner on Friday, Aug. 10, at 5 p.m. at Holiday Inn Ballroom.

• Presentation of “Ken Watanabe’s America” on Friday, Aug. 10, at 7:30 p.m. at Wynona Thompson Auditorium in Cody.

• Interpretive Learning Center Arts Festival on Saturday, Aug.11, from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. at 1539 Road 19, Powell.

Featured Programs

• “Ken Watanabe’s America: Japanese Americans and Post-9/11 America.” In the years since 9/11, Arab and Muslim Americans have faced harassment and discrimination. One group of Japanese Americans took a stand, and defended their countrymen. Ken Watanabe, the star of “Letters from Iwo Jima,” traveled to America to get to know these brave Japanese Americans.

He met and extensively interviewed Norman Mineta, a Nisei who was interned at Heart Mountain during World War II and who was the U.S. secretary of transportation when 9/11 occurred. In this film, Watanabe explores the link between the Japanese American experience and the discrimination experienced by Arab and Muslim Americans in a post-9/11 world, and shows that those who know their history are not doomed to repeat it.

• “An American Contradiction.” Seeking knowledge about her country’s history and heritage, filmmaker Vanessa Yuille journeys to her mother’s birthplace, Heart Mountain. Former internees reflect upon the experience of leaving their homes as children and the wartime hysteria that stripped them of their lawful rights.

This dark chapter of American history not only contrasts with the natural beauty of the landscape but also calls into question the definition of what it means to be an American. Through her investigation, Yuille challenges the audience to correctly define the true nature of what happened there.

• “Hiro: A Story of Japanese Internment,” 2012 Student Academy Award winner. Filmmaker Keiko Wright explores the life of Hiroshi Hoshizaki, a retired grandfather of six, who was imprisoned in an internment camp during his adolescence. As the film follows him on own journey to confront the events and memories of his past, the viewer learn of his experiences while imprisoned at Heart Mountain and the traumatic repercussions on him and his family.

The voices of “Hiro” tell a story of the political hysteria, racism, and scars that internment evoked during the World War II era — feelings that still echo to this day.

• “Colors of Confinement: Rare Kodachrome Photographs of Japanese American Incarceration in World War II.” This book presents 65 color photographs of life at Heart Mountain shot by Bill Manbo, an internee who was an amateur photographer, along with four essays interpreting the photographs. One of the essays is a reminiscence by Bacon Sakatani, and another is by Eric Muller, the book’s editor.

Travel Information

The following hotels have rooms blocked for the event:

• Holiday Inn in Cody, (307) 587-5555. Discount code: K1HMWF

• Comfort Inn in Cody, (307) 587-5556. Discount code: K4HMWF

• Buffalo Bill Cabins in Cody, (307) 587-5555. Discount code: K3HMWF

• The Cody in Cody, (307) 527-3360. Discount code: Heart Mountain Reunion

• Super 8 in Powell, (307) 754-7231. Discount code: Heart Mountain Foundation

Air Travel

• Yellowstone Regional Airport in Cody (COD). Two miles from the central business district of Cody. The Cody Hotels listed above all provide shuttle service to and from the Cody airport. Time to the hotels from the airport is around 5 minutes. If staying in Powell, the drive is approximately 30 minutes.

• Billings Logan International Airport (BIL), Billings, Mont., 109 miles from Cody. The drive from the Billings airport will take approximately 2 hours. You will need to rent a car.

Both airports offer car rental services.

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Antelope herd, the Deer fighting I DID NOT get a picture of, Heart Mountain and a potato cellar


Yesterday, after I got off work I went grocery shopping.  Had to.  Just HAD too, ya know?  Decided to go to Wally World in Cody, which is 45 mins from my home but only about 25 mins from work.  So, off I went to garner food for my nourishment.  And fabric softener too, cannot LIVE without that here. I can’t anyway, I go thru a big tub in about two or three weeks.  Oh yes, and I STILL throw in a fabric sheet.  :)   My dry skin cannot handle life without fabric softener.  Neither can my hair, I look like I put my finger in a socket without it.

This picture is from the parking lot of Wally World, the two mountains in the background? Going thru them lead to Yellowstone National Park!!

Wally World Parking Lot

Wally World Parking Lot

On my way in to Cody. Let me explain this as best as I can.  Right before you get to Cody, on 14A, you go over a bridge, hmm…not a bridge, an area that has guard rails because you are on the side of a hill.  (There is a bridge, but a bit more before Cody, funny, I always think of this as a bridge for some reason)  At the bottom of the hill, there is a curve, which bears to the right.  When you come out of the curve there is a house with a lot of trees, surrounded by fields and pastures.  Deer hang out at this house, in their own little forest.  When going to Cody, you MUST be diligent, they also like to cavort in other areas, hence they must cross the road, you know, to get to the other side.  I have been scared witless a couple of times when  I forgot to pay attention in this area.  NEVER FORGET TO PAY ATTENTION!   I have also seen a few car accidents and I don’t go to Cody often, no idea how many accidents take place when I am not there.  So, anyway, yesterday, at 7 friggin’ 30 in the morning, there were deer hanging out, in the pastures on the right.  Cool eh?  You know what is even cooler?  When you SEE two of them fighting!  Yes, fighting.  I had a conniption fit.

I wanted a PICTURE!

Remember the “7 friggin’ 30 in the morning” statement above?

WHO KNEW THAT THERE WOULD BE 20 CARS BEHIND ME, so I could not pull over, decently, or safely, to get a picture.  What was everyone doing out at 7:30 in the am?!??!?!?!  I know why I was, I just got off work!  Everyone else is SUPPOSE to be sleeping in on a Saturday.  Right?  No such luck.

Now, anyone who knows me, will tell ya.  I always want to get pictures of horses running, animals doing anything.  My sister will!  That is for sure.  I am always whining about those animals that STOP doing whatever they are doing when I get near.

It never, ever, ever happens.  They see me, they stop.

Or, I can’t pull over safely.  I am whining here ok?  BIG WHINES!  BIIIIGGG!!!

If I had thought that banging my head against the steering wheel would not have caused me severe repercussions of some kind, I would have banged my head against the steering wheel.  There is no road on the other side of that area to turn and go look see. NONE. It is a crime.  In my eyes.

However.

The sun did shine.  Not literally.

When I LEFT Cody.  There was a herd of antelope.  They hang out quite frequently in some fields when you are leaving Cody to head to Powell, Wyoming.  The fields they hang out in are about a mile out of Cody. There were LOTS of them.

I could pull over.

I  took a short video, and some pics. Course, they ran.  I like animals running. Just not away from me when I want to take a picture. Yeah, I know, I’m picky and never happy with what I do get.  Either they stop whatever they are doing or they run in the opposite direction.  Latter option on this one.

For your viewing pleasure, here is a short clip of the Antelope running.

I hope you like it.

I also took some pictures of Heart Mountain and the Heart Mountain Relocation Camp building that dates from WWII, when the Japanese were forcibly made to live in these places in the U.S.  (A sad state of affairs)  I would have taken more pictures, but it was freezing outside.  Wasn’t bad when I went to the store, wind wasn’t blowing, but it started up some time while I was warm and comfy inside.  Cody had winds up to 70 miles an hour the other day, they didn’t say how bad in my little town, it very rarely makes the news, but I am sure it was about the same.  The electricity kept flickering on and off, trees waving all over the place.  Hate it.

Here are the pics of Heart Mountain and the relocation camp building.

Heart Mountain 1-28-12

Heart Mountain 1-28-12

Heart Mountain Relocation Camp Building 1-28-12

Heart Mountain Relocation Camp Building 1-28-12

They have opened a Museum about the Relocation camp.  I believe it was just recently dedicated, in August of 2011.  Here is a link about it:

Heart Mountain Interpretive Learning Center

And, last but not least, a still photo of the Antelope. ;)

Antelope 1-28-12

Antelope 1-28-12

OMG!  I almost forgot.  The POTATO cellar.  At least that is what I have been told it is.  Never saw one until I moved here.  It is at the turnoff to the Heart Mountain Relocation Center.  Had to take a pic.

Potato Cellar

Potato Cellar

It is a mound of dirt with the, heck, what are those called, little air ducts sticking up all over the place.  If it isn’t a potato cellar, please, feel free to correct me.  Very unusual.  (To me, any way)

Heart Mountain Interpretive Learning Center – Review


Heart Mountain Interpretive Learning Center – Review – NYTimes.com.

Heart Mountain Interpretive Learning Center From left, Boy Scouts at the Heart Mountain internment camp in Wyoming during World War II; the view today.

Heart Mountain Interpretive Learning Center From left, Boy Scouts at the Heart Mountain internment camp in Wyoming during World War II; the view today.

POWELL, Wyo. — In a region of inspiring landscapes, this certainly isn’t one of them. If you stand near where the barracks once were, not far from the Heart Mountain Interpretive Learning Center that opened last summer, this barren expanse, with its craggily eccentric mountain in the distance, could almost seem cruelly mocking.

Imagine you are James Osamu Ito, son of a Japanese immigrant, possessor of a degree in soil science from the University of California, Davis, and owner of a 29-acre farm in California. In 1942 you are told by the United States military that you must abandon your land, your machinery and your home, and board a train, emerging here in the wintry cold. You are assigned to a drafty, tar-papered barracks where you must live out the war that your nation is waging against the land of your ancestors.

Could any place be more different from the verdant California farmland? Could anything be more dispiriting than the rows of wooden shacks where families are crammed in? And could anything be more unsettling than the guard towers or the barbed wire winding round 740 acres?

By 1943, 10,000 people were living here in the Heart Mountain Relocation Center, about a third of them first-generation Japanese immigrants known as Issei (who were not American citizens), and the rest Nisei, second-generation Japanese-Americans. For a while, Heart Mountain was Wyoming’s third-largest city. And along with nine other “internment camps” — all in isolated regions where there could be no fear of transfer of information or contraband — this was where people of Japanese heritage were sent in 1942 after the bombing of Pearl Harbor, by Executive Order 9066. The concern was that they might constitute a fifth column that would subvert the American war effort.

It was a relocation of more than 110,000 people, most of them American citizens. There was no selective screening. Even now, after an official apology to the victims by the United States government, after the payment of $1.65 billion in reparations and after the writing of enough histories and memoirs to fill a bookcase, the episode remains shocking and bewildering. How did it happen and why?

Until now, one of the internment camps, Manzanar in California, has had the most public attention; it is run by the National Park Service and includes an exhibition. But a museum at Heart Mountain (awkwardly dubbed an “interpretive learning center”) is welcome. The sparseness of the landscape and its relative isolation from competing attractions — it is a half-hour from Cody and 60 miles from Yellowstone National Park — focus your attention.

It took 15 years of fund-raising by the Heart Mountain Wyoming Foundation, and the acquisition of 50 acres (together with 74 owned by the federal government) before this 11,000-square-foot center could be constructed. Its two joined buildings are meant to recall the camp’s barracks; there is also a reconstructed guard tower.

Only one building from the camp remains, a brick structure once part of its hospital; not even an original barrack can be seen here, though one is installed at the Japanese American National Museum in Los Angeles. So the impact must come from the exhibition itself, which is designed by Split Rock Studios of Minnesota. It is meant to honor those whose lives were so overturned, explain how the internment happened, give some sense of camp life and suggest lessons for the future.

The museum is not uniformly successful in these ambitions, but its impact is still considerable. Wrenched out of ordinary life, stripped of many constitutional rights and placed in an unforgiving environment, Heart Mountain’s inhabitants created an alternative universe. Land was farmed, shoes repaired, a newspaper printed and sports teams formed. Remarkably, residents also enlisted in, or were drafted into, the armed forces. Some residents were even imprisoned after resisting the draft, a case examined in a book by the legal scholar Eric L. Muller, a program committee director at the museum.

Primarily, this is a museum shaped by survivors’ recollections. In oral histories they recount being forced from their homes, tell of having to eat apart from their parents in the mess hall, or describe the humiliation of unpartitioned toilets. (The museum’s restrooms hint at the experience with mirrored stalls.) Japanese culture, we learn, taught forbearance and discipline. And pride is justly taken. In this museum, history is told in the first person. It is about “us”; its actors are “we.” This is a communal narrative about shared injustices and triumphs.

But this is also one of the museum’s weaknesses. “We” and “us” also create limits. The experience becomes central. How, though, is it to be interpreted? What is its context?

One problem is that the internment camp doesn’t easily fit into familiar categories. Heart Mountain certainly looked like a prison. Yet we also read of its newspaper editors working in Cody and of other jobs held outside the camp. How common was such employment?

Internment actually had fairly large loopholes. In the 10 internment camps, more than 4,000 students left to attend college. In addition, if a family found a place to live in another part of the country outside the West Coast or other militarily important areas, they were free to move; 30,000 did. At least one company, in New Jersey, even recruited employees here. These peculiar mixtures of liberties and restrictions give the internment a surreal cast.

A Congressional commission that examined the camps in the 1980s endorsed the explanation, now standard, that they were a result of wartime hysteria and racism. For example, at the exhibition we learn of Franklin D. Roosevelt’s 1925 assertion that the mixing of American and “Asiatic blood” would have “unfortunate results.” There was also envy of the Japanese-American economic success.

But wartime internment was more the rule than the exception. During World War I many European countries incarcerated citizens of opposing nations; the United States, too, imprisoned “enemy aliens,” including Germans who were not citizens.

Displays at the Heart Mountain Interpretive Learning Center. More than 10,000 people were relocated to the camp there

Displays at the Heart Mountain Interpretive Learning Center. More than 10,000 people were relocated to the camp there

During World War II Japanese-Canadians were put in camps. In Britain, even Jewish refugees from Nazi Germany were interned as enemy aliens on the Isle of Man. What made the situation of the Japanese in the United States more complicated is that while the Issei, forbidden to become naturalized, were classified as enemy aliens whose internment was legal, their American children, the Nisei, were citizens. But surely the other examples of wartime internment would help us understand why Executive Order 9066 was widely supported.

It would help, too, to have a clearer understanding of the prewar Japanese-American population, which is now portrayed as homogenously assimilationist. But we know that 1930s Japan was a racist, militant society, convinced of the emperor’s divinity, and that a considerable number of Nisei were sent there to study.

“Loyalty to the emperor,” we learn at the Japanese American National Museum, was a cherished value for the Issei. Even the use of terms like Issei and Nisei shows careful attention to Japanese connections. In addition, American military and F.B.I. reports describe a number of Japanese-American organizations on the West Coast that were financially and ideologically devoted to the mother country and its policies.

A sign at the center lists individuals from the camp who volunteered to serve in the U.S. military during World War II.

A sign at the center lists individuals from the camp who volunteered to serve in the U.S. military during World War II.

All of this would have amplified suspicions. In addition, the government had decoded dispatches from Japanese agents referring to their plans and successes. On May 9, 1941, one from Los Angeles read: “We have already established contacts with absolutely reliable Japanese in the San Pedro and San Diego area.”

Two days later, a dispatch from Seattle said, “We are securing intelligences concerning the concentration of warships within the Bremerton Naval Yard”; Japanese residents were relocated from that area in 1942.

Moreover, the Japanese were known for similar espionage elsewhere, including the Philippines. A treasonous example of assistance from residents of Japanese descent also occurred just after Pearl Harbor, in which a couple on a remote Hawaiian island tried to help a downed Japanese pilot escape. The threat was palpable: a Japanese submarine had sunk American ships and shelled a California oil field.

I am not suggesting that such factors justified the relocations. Almost all of the internees were surely innocent, and most deserved the rights of citizens. The policy was racially tinged and hysterical in its sweep. But at the very least, the context demonstrates that the relocation was a response — an extreme one — to a problem. There was a geographical rationale, not simply a racial one. This context also helps explain the peculiar ambiguities in the camps’ regulatory mixture of anxiety, ruthlessness and flexibility.

It should also affect contemporary conclusions. “Could an injustice like Heart Mountain happen again?” the museum asks. “It’s all too easy in times of crisis and war to look for an ‘outsider’ scapegoat.” It then suggests that this is why Japanese-American groups spoke out on behalf of American Muslims after 9/11. But such linkages surely deserve more scrutiny.

What is beyond question is that whatever the context, nothing can lessen the policy’s tragic consequences — the violation of principle, the loss of property, the inability of internees to pick up their old lives, the suicides, the hatreds, the lost possibilities — and they are all powerfully commemorated here.