At first glance, they both don't have many similarities, but that's not completely true (who guessedd! ;) ). Especially now the situation in which islamic Arabs live in the US is still in living memory amongts Japanese during WW II.
All Muslime are under a general suspection of being criminal terrorists and many an islamic Arab has faced the possibility of being sent into the ultimate detention camp: Guantanamo Bay.
Nobody know exactly how many inocent are in Gitmo and how many true terrorists are interned in this out-of-jurisdiction camp.
These people are not called POW although they are handled as if they are, albeit ignoring the correct procedures. The Japanese were also classified as POWs during WW II and sent to prison camps, which were entirely not very different from Gitmo. At least, they had the decency of interning them on American soil. The pain those (not rightly) imprisoned Japanese had to endure was never fully repaied by the federal government, but rather accepted as a plight necessary in the face of war, albeit being unjust.
Even if you were lucky not to end up in gitmo or the prison camps, the social situation of Arab Muslims in modern ignorant America is alike to the hatred against Japanese during WW II despite them having lived for decades in the US. The ignorance goes thus far that even Hindu are attacked for being terrorists, because the average US citizen often cannot distinguish between an Arab and an Indian. This clearly reminds one of the McCarthy era of witch hunting against Communists.
The Japanese had to endure the same humiliation, although they did it with the usual self-absorbed Asian style and grace. Only 60 years later the youth is speaking out about these war-time practics which clearly were an infringment of personal liberties without proper evidence.
What arose my interest into this speck of history? The spin-off product Fort Minor (from the Pop-Rock Group Linkin Park) which combines racial and social commentary with hip hop and produced this long-lost, from the memory of the populace, subject in their song "Kenji".
Attention long lyrics:
My father came from Japan in 1905
He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan
He worked until he was able to buy - to actually build a store
Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream,
I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means,
Close your eyes, just picture the scene,
As I paint it for you, it was World War II,
When this man named Kenji woke up,
Ken was not a soldier,
He was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA,
That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did,
Bacon and eggs with wife and kids,
He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran,
He moved to LA from Japan,
They called him 'Immigrant,'
In Japanese, he'd say he was called "Issei,"
That meant 'First Generation In The United States,'
When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs,
But most of all afraid of a homeland attack,
And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat,
His world went black 'cause,
Right there; front page news,
Three weeks before 1942,
"Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin',"
Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin',
Ken knew what it would lead to,
Just like he guessed, the President said,
"The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away,"
They gave Ken, a couple of days,
To get his whole life packed in two bags,
Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes,
Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in,
So two trash bags is all they gave them,
When the kids asked mom "Where are we goin'?"
Nobody even knew what to say to them,
Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies,
So we have to live in a place called Manzanar,
Where a lot of Japanese people are,"
Stop it don't look at the gunmen,
You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin',
If you gonna run or not,
'Cause if you run then you might get shot,
Other than that try not to think about it,
Try not to worry 'bout it; bein' so crowded,
Someday we'll get out, someday, someday.
As soon as war broke out
The F.B.I. came and they just come to the house and
"You have to come"
"All the Japanese have to go"
They took Mr. Ni
People didn't understand
Why did they have to take him?
Because he's an innocent laborer
So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them,
Every day, every night look down at them,
From watch towers up on the wall,
Ken couldn't really hate them at all;
They were just doin' their job and,
He wasn't gonna make any problems,
He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that,
He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made,
But in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved,
Prisoners of war in their own damn country,
Time passed in the prison town,
He wanted them to live it down when they were free,
The only way out was joinin' the army,
And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on,
And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb,
That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war pretty fast,
Two cities were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick,
Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife,
But, when they got back to their home,
What they saw made them feel so alone,
These people had trashed every room,
Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors,
Written on the walls and the floor,
"Japs not welcome anymore."
And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside,
He, looked at his wife without words to say,
She looked back at him wiping tears away,
And, said "Someday we'll be okay, someday,"
Now the names have been changed, but the story's true,
My family was locked up back in '42,
My family was there it was dark and damp,
And they called it an internment camp
When we first got back from camp... uhh
It was... pretty... pretty bad
I, I remember my husband said
"Are we gonna stay 'til last?"
Then my husband died before they close the camp.