Tessaku means barbed wire, or iron fence. Tetsu 鉄 means iron, and saku 柵means fence. It was the title for a short-lived magazine published in Tule Lake.
This project began solely to preserve my family history. During the internment, my grandparents and father were held at Santa Anita, Topaz and Tule Lake, where my grandfather was eventually targeted as a “troublemaker.” He was separated from the family, shuffled to various FBI interrogation camps and when the war ended, he started to write a memoir about his experience. Years passed and he never published it.
In 1994, he died. I was eight when he passed and still too young to understand the weight of this history. In 2010 when we sold my grandparents’ house, everything was lost, including his drafted work. With it went a remarkable story.
But in my own research, I found snippets of interviews and articles where my grandfather is quoted. These are fragments of a larger puzzle that will likely stay incomplete but to try and complete the tapestry, I’ve sat my dad through hours of my questions, some of which I know the answers to but just want to keep hearing.
I started to record our conversations and this project snowballed into something greater than just me and my dad: I wanted to hear everybody’s story. With the community shrinking in size (the majority of people alive today were children in the camps), I feel the pressure of time to collect more, and soon.
My hope is that this brings to light more stories of our community, perhaps illuminating some that haven’t yet been told with a new perspective of intimate and honest conversation. It certainly can’t be done alone and my reach is only so far.
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Listen to Tessaku on NPR’s Code Switch | An interview with Code Switch reporter Karen Grigsby-Bates on the Japanese Americans who avoided camp entirely by going to farm in Keetley, Utah.