

On
a sunny day in 1945, Aya Higashi sat crying in the deserted sanctuary of Saint
Andrews United Church in Kaslo, B.C. She faced a monumental decision that
would affect her entire family. She had less than 48 hours to sign papers that
would repatriate her to Japan, out of the province of her birth.
Recalling
this time, Aya said, How could I be repatriated to a country to which Id
never been and of which Id never been a citizen? I was a Canadian. That
was not repatriation; that was expatriation, and they are entirely different things.
This
was one of the many trials that Aya confronted as a Japanese-Canadian in one of
British Columbias World War II internment camps.
Ayas
father, Kiyomatsu Atagi, had come from Japan to Canada in the early 1890s. After
a series of hardships, including being press-ganged into railway work, he eventually
made his way to the Pacific coast and became a naturalized Canadian citizen in
1903. He married a young Japanese woman and they had children: Kimi, Aya and Yute.
The family settled in their home on Quadra Island, and prospered until war spread.
The
RCMP came to the door
the day after Pearl Harbor, and Dad was ordered to
take his three boats to New Westminster. In early March, 1942, they told Mom and
Dad to pack enough to be away for three months. They were to be on the Union Steamship
for Vancouver the next day.
Like
others in the Japanese-Canadian community, the family did what was asked of them.
The Atagis packed up, leaving family heirlooms, mementos and photos behind. They
were sent to Hastings Park where they remained until October 1942.
You
didnt have much time to think and you were hustled here and there
.
If they didnt show up for dinner, the families knew that the men had been
taken into work camps
. We were supposed to be sent to an internment camp,
but not until my parents signed over all of their possessions to the British Columbia
Security Commission. I remember crying to my father, asking him Why is Canada
doing this to us?
Finally,
the Atagis signed and were sent to Kaslo, then a scattered ghost town.
The
houses had no insulation
. The windows had been smashed or boarded up, and
in most homes the plaster was falling off the ceilings
. One thing that
disturbed me was the misconception by some people in the white community that
we Japanese were living the high life, and that we were given housing while their
boys were off fighting. Many Japanese boys tried to enlist but were denied.
We
had to pay for our lodgings, and prior to leaving Hastings Park, the government
had frozen everyones assets. It was a real struggle to make ends meet. Most
of the men had been separated from their families and were away in work camps.
Some men remained and worked at logging for 25 cents an hour. This provided wood
for Japanese families. Whole families were packed into single rooms, many sleeping
on a single straw mattress.

above:
Aya at school, circa 1944
Kaslos
population of 500 swelled with the addition of 1,100 Japanese internees. With
no provisions for educating the children, it quickly be-
came apparent arrangements
had to be made. Ten young people with high school diplomas were identified as
suitable teachers, Aya among them.
I
was paid 25 dollars per month for teaching and, out of that, I paid my lodging
and bought school supplies. There was no place to put the students so we rotated
between various spots in town
. Eventually, the Legion offered us space
to conduct our classes in the drill hall. In time, we were also given discarded
textbooks
. Within a year or so, the local high school made room for some
of the senior students.
With
all the senior students at the high school, and the Japanese elementary classes
moved into the Geigrich building, Aya took the
opportunity to hang the Union
Jack and Red Ensign flag above her blackboards.
I
was reported to the RCMP by someone who said I didnt have the right to hang
the flags in my classroom. The RCMP officer told me to remove them. I was very
upset
No sir, I will not take down those flags. I am a Canadian citizen
and I have every right to hang those flags in my classroom...if you want them
down then you will have to find a ladder and take them down yourself.
I got to keep my flags.
In
1945, there was a growing national resentment towards local Japanese people, and
the movement for repatriation to Japan began. Most Japanese-Canadians faced repatriation
to a country they had never visited, or a forced dispersal to mid-west and eastern
Canada. It was a busy time for Aya. As well as teaching, she looked after her
brother and gave blood for the transfusions her ailing mother received at the
local hospital. Her father was in Crowsnest Pass, working for the CPR. One Friday,
an officer arrived with repatriation papers.
I
put off signing the papers because of Moms illness, and I had no way of
communicating with Dad. Censorship was in place and even if there had been time
to send a letter, his response would have come back in shreds. I was so distraught
making a decision that would change all of our lives.
I
sat in the church overnight and wept and
I scribbled all over that paper
outlining my reasons why I shouldnt be expatriatedthat I was signing
under duressand explained my familys situation. Moreover, I was a
Canadian. I then went to one of the RCMP officers
. I wanted him to witness
and sign his name to the form as well. I vowed to him that if the government wanted
to expatriate me I wouldnt go alive
. The officer was sympathetic
to my reasons.
Aya stayed
in Canada.
After the war, the
British Columbia Security Commission closed down the Japanese school. The remaining
Japanese children in Kaslo attended the local school, and Aya went to Slocan City
for a year to teach in Slocans Japanese school.
Life
improved. The Canada Act passed in 1947, proclaiming that anyone born in Canada
was a Canadian citizen. April of 1949 brought the removal of restrictions placed
upon Japanese-Canadians, now free to go anywhere in Canada. Aya, newly-married
to Buck Higashi, was now a substitute teacher at the Kaslo school. The principal,
Greg Dixon, encouraged her to get her teaching certificate. Yet despite this progress,
the lessons of the internment camps remained.
Years of being called an enemy alien,
and I thought that I would file my naturalization papers. Do you think I could
actually get anyone to listen to me?
Throughout
the early 50s Aya sought naturalization with government agents in many communities
across B.C.
Finally,
in the mid 50s, when the new government agent Tom McKinnon came to town,
I convinced him to proceed with the paperwork. Aya finally received her
naturalization papers.
Buck
and I were fully prepared to move back to the coast
but we soon realized
how deep our roots were in the community and we couldnt leave .
This
towns kids were all my kids.
The
trials of Ayas family are not unique. No other ethnic community in Canada
was treated as unfairly as the Japanese during World War II. Kaslo and other former
internment communities have not ignored the contributions of internees: Kaslos
Langham Hotel is now the Langham Cultural Centre and houses the Langham Japanese
Museum to commemorate Japanese-Canadians. These are testaments not just to a time
of injustice, but to the legacy and patriotism of Canadians like Aya Higashi.
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Archival
images provided by Kootenay Lake Archies and the Langham Japanese-Canadian Collection.