At dawn one morning FBI men raided Terminal Island, a disordered conglomeration of tiny wooden houses, fish nets, rabbit warrens, where 2,000 Japanese lived right in the middle of Los Angeles Harbor, a stone's throw from the Navy's Reeves Field. Agents blocked the bridge, rooted through the narrow lanes of fishermen's huts, carted off 383 men for "investigations."
All along the West Coast the presence of enemy aliens became a suddenly, sinisterly glaring fact: Japanese and Italian fishermen along the water front, Japanese who worked...
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