Tonight was a non-writing night, so I spent it reading about the orphanage at Manzanar and looking at photos with tears streaming down my face while my poor wife kept coming over to tell me to stop looking at depressing photos.
There are multiple layers of tragedy here, but there's also love and joy and hope if you look closely enough. There are always good humans who find ways to help one another when the world takes a dark turn. I think what they surely meant to the lives of these kids who were dealt such a crappy hand at birth. I think how much better the world is because of them. Love really does trickle forward, bit by bit by bit.