The following excerpt from the letter George Sawada wrote to his father exemplifies good citizenship.
One December morn, out of the friendly sky, treachery struck with appalling
devastation. You turned pale when you heard the news. For days, father, you
were silent in your misery. Japan was the country of your birth, but America, the
country of your choice. From that day you ceased speaking of Japan. Out of this
treachery grew our misery.
In the spring of the following year, we were forced to evacuate to the relocation
centers. It was a bitter blow to me. I, a citizen, with a brother already serving in
the Army, must evacuate, and I could not understand why the German and the
Italian aliens were not included. I had had an abounding faith in the justice of
this nation, but she in return had placed me behind barbed wires, like any
enemy alien. I was stricken with bitterness, and bitter was my denunciation of
the government for this apparent discrimination.
I could not understand at the time why you should attempt to restore my faith in
the government, which had never given you the right of citizenship and now by
evacuation had made you again penniless. But I did not realize the love you bore
for this country.
How clearly I remember your words of consolation now, even as I write this letter.
Wisely you said: “It is for the best. For the good of many a few must suffer. This
is your sacrifice, accept it as such, and you will no longer be bitter.” I listened to
your words and the bitterness left me…you showed me what it means
to be a citizen.