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Not everyone made a killing off of the internees.
I recall some stories of my grandfather, who lived in San Francisco at the time. If I got the story right, he had some good friends who were Japanese decent. When they had to go so fast that they couldn't get a good price for their property, he bought their place for a very small amount and took care of it while they were gone, and sold it back to them for the same small amount when they came back, so it wouldn't be lost. I think it was less than $100, but don't know the exact amount.
He felt very bad for them and didn't think it was right, but it was not a climate at the time in that people felt free to speak up about it. He was a local merchant and didn't want to anger customers, but he did what he felt he could do to help.
It's funny, to hear him talk you would have thought him very prejudiced from how he spoke, referred to all minorities by very non PC names that most wouldn't say in public anymore. But at the same time had many good friends of all races and never refused to sell to anyone.
My first exposure to koi was a drawing in a children's encyclopedia, World Book's Childcraft series from the early 1960's. In the volume on poetry there was a poem about a palace in china and the emperor's daughter,(I think, it's been a while!).
The picture was of the princess lounging by a pond and playing with the koi with her hand, and the koi splashing around her. I just loved that picture and never forgot it. The koi weren't nishikigoi, just red or black koi, but I still thought they were fascinating.
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