When I read accounts of camp life, there are many references to the schools, and how unqualified many of the teachers were.
I’m sure there were some who should never have been in a classroom; but there were also those, like my mom, Kay, and Grace, who were amply qualified if lacking experience denied to them before the war by a racist system.
“Their own lives were in disarray, but they worked to create a safe place for the children of the camps…”
I think of all those young Nisei women who stepped up and dedicated themselves to the young children. Their own lives were in disarray, but they worked to create a safe place for the children of the camps–a routine in the midst of the chaos of displacement.
