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When I was a grade-schooler in Twin Falls, Idaho, I walked home for lunch one day and found a Japanese-American couple there with my parents.  The man was in an army uniform and was about to ship out to fight in WWII.  This was a surprise for me.  Our town knew of the internment camp in nearby Minidoka, but those interred were generally viewed as aliens--possibly spies or saboteurs when they came to town to shop on Saturdays.  But my parents had been going to the camp once a month with a group from their church and had made many friends, including this couple.  It was quite a lesson for me about my parents, their church, and the humanity of the people in Minidoka.

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