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>Seijiro Suchiya, born in Japan, came to Los Angeles 22 years ago with his wife and his infant son to join the fishing fleet at Terminal Island. When FBI men raided the Island two months ago, Seijiro had three grown sons, lived in a clean, comfortable house—from which he could see the U.S. fleet at anchor off San Pedro.
Seijiro's family did not know what had become of Seijiro last week. With eleven other Japanese families, they were packed into the classrooms of a Japanese-language school in Los Angeles. Said Seijiro's oldest son, 23-year-old Takeshi Suchiya, a pre-med at Compton District Junior College when the FBI rounded up his family: "When we stop to think it over, most of us understand the necessity for evacuation. But the immediate reaction is, we have got some rights as Americans. . . . I know my parents are loyal, yet they have been picked up. Anyhow, the whole thing's a mess and we'll just have to take it. . . ."
>Genzo Horino, son of a well-to-do Japanese landowner, set out for the U.S. at 18 with his father's blessing and 5,000 yen, rented ten acres and an old farmhouse near Torrance, Calif., for 27 years grew berries and tomatoes. Genzo retired three years ago, moved into a big, rambling home in Hollywood. There he sat last week, in U.S. clothes but wearing a black skull cap, peacefully smoking a pipe. Two of Genzo's six sons are in the Army. But Son Isamu Horino, 26, is a tough, wiry Nisei boy with a shock of unkempt hair and a stubborn jaw. He never did like the way white citizens treated him. (But he went to school in Japan for a while, did not like the way yellow men treated him either.) Rebel Isamu decided a few years ago to make a lot of money just to prove he was "as damn good as a white."
Said Isamu: "I decided if I was going to be a bastard, I'd be a first-class bastard. . . . I figured I could beat a big bunch of white gardeners out of their business. I did. I acted just like a white man, but I did it better, and my gardens are the best in town." Isamu paid more than $1,000 in income taxes this year; owned four trucks, a half-dozen power-mowers; had three full-time assistants—two Japs and a Mexican; hired white college boys for part-time work. Said Isamu Horino: "Why should we support anything in this country with a whole heart? I don't mean any of us give a damn about Japan. We hope they get licked. But . . . nobody ever let us become a real part of this country. . . . If they want to take away all we've got and dump us out in the desert, we've got no choice. But we don't like it. . . . And we're expected to buy bonds, too. Not me!"