Do you remember reading in your histories of World War II
about the concentration camps set up by Hitler and Stalin? They incarcerated
many of their citizens without benefit of due process of law because
of these peoples' political beliefs and racial ancestry, and because
they were suspected of presenting some sort of vague danger to the country.
It happened
here too. Would you believe that in our fair Canyonlands there was a
similar camp set up by Americans and dedicated to the imprisonment of
citizens of Japanese ancestry for the same reasons?
The only things missing were the Siberian winters and the German
gas chambers.
World War II
was a traumatic experience for most of the world’s population; millions
were killed and maimed on the battlefields and in the cities and villages
of the combatants. Only in the
continental New World did the noncombatants avoid the direct effects
of war to any great extent--with the exception of our citizens of Japanese
descent. Here in the continental United States of America,
bastion of liberty and freedom, they were taken from their homes, herded
like cattle, put behind barbed wire, guarded by machine guns and rifles
in so-called “relocation centers” by a government paranoid with fear
of sabotage and fifth-columns, believing in an imminent invasion by
the Japanese Imperial army and goaded by racist opportunists eager to
take over their homes, farms and businesses.
This was a sad
period in American history, one little known by most Americans until
recently. War hysteria, greed, racism of long standing
and ignorance fueled the re-location. At least 110,000 West Coast Americans
of Japanese decent, both citizens and immigrant aliens, suffered and
endured the loss of property, civil and human rights, liberty, dignity
and self-respect.
The 11 relocation
camps, including one in Utah near Delta called Topaz, were quickly established
by the War Department and turned over to the War Relocation Authority
in the mid-1942. Few, if any,
major problems developed in moving the Japanese-Americans out of the
Pacific Coastal area to the camps east of the Sierra Nevada. These were times of confusion.
Families were broken up, loyalties to family and country were
severely tested, and rumors, lies, half-truths and intimidation were
more prevalent than truth and orders.
Pressures on
the internees were constant from within and without as the authorities
demanded loyalty oaths, encouraged resettlement further inland and split
up families for one reason or another.
At the same time the army was proselytizing the young males to
fight the war in Europe in the 100th Infantry Battalion and
the 442 Regimental Combat Team, or to join the Military Intelligence
Service and serve as interpreters and translators of the Japanese language
in the Pacific Theater of Operations. All of the young men that did so served with
distinction and honor in spite of the treatment of their relatives.
By the fall
of 1942 the numbness of relocation had worn off and reality had set
in. No sabotage or invasion had taken place but
the internees realized, or at least some of them did, that they were
to be imprisoned for the duration and there was to be no recourse to
legal institutions.
One of the first
camps to erupt was at Manzanar, California. Mess hall workers, incensed by illegal appropriation of scarce sugar
and beef by camp authorities, organized a unified small group to communicate
with the camp directorate. An
accused Japanese-American informer to the FBI was beaten by camp inmates. So-called “ring leaders” of the mess hall workers
were jailed over the beating which lead to a demonstration on December
6, 1942 to free these men. The
demonstration got out of hand, apparently because of green, trigger-happy
soldiers, and two inmates were killed.
The War Relocation
Authorities solution was to place 16 Japanese-American citizens in an
old Civilian Conservation Corps camp near Moab, Utah.
A terse announcement
in the December 31, 1942 local Times-Independent newspaper announced
that a contingent of Japanese from Manzanar were to be placed in the
old Dalton Wells camp and would arrive by train at Thompson. The locals were told that between 25 and 50
men would be placed there with Army Military Police on guard, 24 hours
a day. Later up to 200 more internees might be put
in the camp but they would not be allowed to visit Moab according to
the news release. Ray R. Best
was named as the camp director. It
was suggested that, in the future, the Japanese-Americans might work
on range projects and that their families might join them, options never
really considered but a nice pap for the locals.
The official
reason for the camp was reported in the January 14, 1943 Times-Independent
as an impound center for troublesome Japanese-Americans who had caused
friction in the large relocation centers and had refused to obey community
rules in those centers. It was
further reported that the first contingent would include the "ring
leaders" in a riot “between Japanese groups” at Manzanar.
Sixteen Japanese-Americans arrived guarded by Lt. Knuckles (Knuckler)
and Lt. A.L. Pomeroy and 16 MPs.
Harry Ueno,
one of the prisoners at the Moab camp, has offered accounts of the Mazanar
riot and the Moab camp. He tells
of being jailed at Manzanar without due process, of being promised a
hearing, of being summarily hauled off with 15 others to a desolate
spot in southeastern Utah where he was under armed guard for a reason
he was never officially told. Mr. Uno, like many of the Moab prisoners, was
a Kibe or one, although born in the United States, he had received part
of his education in Japan. As
a result, he had a different, perhaps a more Japanese and worldly view
of life than the other Japanese-Americans.
This presented problems for the authorities as the Kibe were
more outspoken and the authorities obviously had a very limited understanding
of these “boys” as they referred to them or of the culture of the first
and second generation Japanese in America (Issei and Nisei).
The Moab camp inmates were mostly well educated men, some of
whom had fought for America in the first World War, and who were simply
questioning the right of the government to place them in prison without
a given reason, in violation of their civil rights and without any sort
of hearing. Surprisingly, there were even some among the authorities who also
questioned the “gestapo” tactics being employed.
The Dalton Wells
camp had been abandoned for a time and was much in need of repair. Some 54 men were eventually imprisoned here
from relocation camps at Mazanar, California; Gila, Arizona and Tule
Lake, California. The group
of 13 Japanese-Americans from Gila had, with the Gila Camp director’s
approval, created an organization that continued to operate after they
were transferred to Moab. All of them were accused of "opposing
the government." One inmate was incarcerated because of a clerical
error--confusion over similar names. Four turned out to be actual aliens
and were interned elsewhere by the FBI.
Seven of the
first group from Manzanar was put in the Grand County jail on April
14, 1943 with a three-month sentence for unlawful assembly, although
no trial was held. A new security
officer told the inmates if they didn’t like his new rules about speaking
English-only and restrictions on visiting, to pack their bags and come
to his office. Twenty-two showed up and the seven were arrested
as the ringleaders.
While in the
county jail, Ueno relates that Sheriff Shewes offered them rice, which
they gladly accepted. It turned
out to be rice pudding with raisins--hardly Japanese cuisine. The prisoners also asked a local boy to buy them some oranges and
paid him by tying a dollar bill to a string and hanging it out the window. Sheriff Skewes told them not to do that any
more.
On April 26,
1943 the inmates were moved by vehicles to an old school for Indians
at Leupp on the Navajo reservation near Winslow, Arizona. Five of the county jail inmates were locked into an almost airless
box on the back of a pickup and transported for 11 hours over gravel
roads to the jail in Winslow. Later
they, too, were transferred to Leupp and by the end of 1943 even the
Leupp jail was eliminated, as cooler and better heads prevailed and
the prisoners were transferred back to relocation camps.
Never were they officially accused of anything, tried or given
a reason for their imprisonment.
Today there
is little to see at the old CCC camp/prison but the cottonwood trees
the CCC boys planted, the concrete slabs where the various buildings
stood, a few white washed rock outlines of walkways and some almost
indistinct gravel roads. The site is now on the National Register of
Historic Places and worthy of inclusion because of the things that happened
there and the lessons we, hopefully, learned from them.