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(I think you mean my "STEN" not Sterling…but, Yes… good points.)
My family had neighbors (whose son was my fellow-Boy Scout patrol-member) who were CA-born American citizens …who were forced out of their Los Angeles home which was lost and occupied by looters and lost 800-yr old family antiques which were confiscated and/or stolen by looters after they were hauled away in Army busses.
The things you never knew - and were never mentioned in school during the 1960's and 70's. Maybe not even in the 1980's, when I was long gone from High School. There were former internment camps only about a hundred miles away and a trip over the Redding Creek Pass that I never knew existed. There's so many personal stories and histories that branch out of that. Dodson Mah's is one of them.
The first I heard of it was on a trip to see the bright lights of Vancouver for the first time with a guy who was a friend from work. We stayed with a friend of his, whose name I still remember although I never met him again, Dave Sakamoto. While driving somewhere around Richmond, he was pointing out all these rich lands next to YVR and casually saying "My Dad owned and farmed that before the war, and that block there as well", etc. We had just had lunch with his parents as my friend knew Dave's parents as well - they lived in a very humble small home in Steveston no bigger than the small home my Dad built and grew up in. Very nice welcoming people, pretty much like my own folks - definitely not well off from selling large tracts of property in the Lower Mainland.
When I said something like "What are you talking about?", that's when I first heard of the internment, seizure of homes and fishing boats, etc. I was having a hard time wrapping my head around that.
About ten years later, I was working drugs and paired up with a Customs Officer named Dodson Mah whose pictures are at the top, as we went through incoming cans at the terminals in Vancouver. Dodson was an irascible, chain smoking guy with an incredible sense of humor.
He casually told me one day after I told him about how I'd done with my Lee Enfield in a Service Rifle match,that a few years before he had heard noises downstairs in his home at night, got up and saw a couple of guys down in his living room. He promptly fired two shots at them out of his Lee Enfield, and was pissed off to see he'd missed and shot out his living room picture window. Followed by the neighbor's lights coming on, them coming to the door to ask if everyone was okay, and VPD showing up afterwards. When I asked him how he got out of that he broke into a sing-song broken English explanation and said the VPD finally gave up trying to understand this ugly old Asian, never even asking him where the gun was.
Dodson and his brother's parents were biracial, Chinese and Japanese; both of his parents had been born in Canada and then later married. Dodson said he spoke Cantonese, but only a little bit of Japanese. Being half Japanese was good enough to get them moved to one of the internment camps. Prior to that, probably being your usual 19 year old Alpha males, they had attempted to enlist after Canada went to war in 1939, but the Canadian military didn't want any Asians, didn't matter whether they saw them as Chinese or Japanese. So then the war with Japan started and now they weren't even free at home; they were in an internment camp.
Then the Brits and Canada came up with the idea of a Chinese Canadian commando group that they would parachute in back behind Japanese lines to link up with Dyak headhunters and other groups, and presumably convince them to kill Japanese instead of them on the spot. They named it Force 136, and probably 99% of Chinese Canadians have never heard of it, never mind the rest of Canada or people in other allied countries who eagerly snap up stories about the WWII SAS.
Dodson and his brother heard about this in the camp they were in, figured it was a way to get out of internment, and told the powers that be that they wanted to volunteer to join the unit. BC hadn't been treating Chinese Canadians very well at all up until this point, they were even more second class citizens than Japanese Canadians, so unsurprisingly, the military wasn't overrun with a stampede of volunteers. And so that's how Dodson and his brother got out of that Canadian Japanese internment camp, to serve as Chinese Canadian commandos that were told right from the start that they had a 50/50 chance of dying on their first mission parachuting behind enemy lines into the jungle. With the others who passed the grueling selection process, they went anyways...
The Story Of Canada's Force 136
A Rumble in the Jungle: The Secret Story of Force 136
YouTube: Force 136 - Chinese Canadian Heroes
There's an incredible war story right there. In Vancouver's Chinatown, there's a small little pavilion off to the side with several plaques in it, one of which lists the names of every Canadian Chinese who served with Force 136 that they were able to find. Some of those names figured prominently years later in Canadian politics. Including being the ones who got Chinese Canadians the right to vote in 1947 and the entirety of the rights of a Canadian citizen. Anyone who goes there will see Dodson's name among those on the plaque.
So this mild looking older guy, Dodson, was the first no-shyte commando from anywhere that I met. I knew a lot of WWII veterans growing up in the 1960's, some of whom were family, some were my teachers, and some were guys I worked with in in the mine, straight out of high school. But nobody that I had talked with like Dodson.
Once I got him started talking about it, he never stopped. About 99% were funny stories. When I told him I competed in DCRA with a Lee Enfield and invited him out to the range either with his Lee Enfield or to use mine, he jumped at the chance. It would be fun to say he was a pretty good shot. In reality, anything beyond 100 yards was probably safe. But he had been traveling to go hunting in the Okanagan (where they trained for Force 136) to hunt deer with a friend in the local orchards, so he was good enough to whack a deer, however he hunted.
I blame Dodson for my decision that jumping out of airplanes for a living was far more interesting than being a cop rooting around in shipments looking for drugs and bored half the time. When I passed selection and had my jump smock and maroon beret, the very next visit to the Lower Mainland, I went to visit Dodson, showed up at his front door dressed in that, and told him he was the one who caused me to do this.
Anyways, I eventually met a fair number of Japanese Canadians who were interned during the war. What mostly stands out is that not a single one showed a trace of anger or bitterness about what had been done to them. I don't think I would have forgotten or forgiven.
It doesn't end there. It was years before I learned the story of the Doukhobors when a neighbor told me she was taken from her parents with other Doukhobor kids when she was five back in the early 1950's and placed in a government dormitory and school surrounded by chain link fence to stop them from leaving and running home to their parents.
Yeah... they didn't teach me anything about that in school either, and perhaps not coincidentally, that was pretty much in the same place over in the Weird Kootenays where some of those Japanese Canadian internment camps were. Those kids look pretty much same as I did in 1960.
