Our camp, they tell us, is now to be called a ""relocation center"" and not a ""concentration camp."" We are internees, not prisoners. Here's the truth: I am now a non-alien, stripped of my constitutional rights. In 1941 Kiyo Sato and her eight younger siblings lived with their parents on a small farm near Sacramento, California, where they grew strawberries, nuts, and other crops. Kiyo had started college the year before when she was eighteen, and her eldest brother, Seiji, would soon join the US Army. The younger children attended school and worked on the farm after class and on Saturday. On Sunday, they went to church. The Satos were an ordinary American family. Until they weren't.