Dr. Seuss illustrations reveal just how ingrained anti-Asian racism is in America Taylor Weik © Provided by NBC News
One illustration shows an Asian man with bright yellow skin, slanted eyes, a pigtail and conical hat, holding chopsticks and a bowl of rice over the words “a Chinaman who eats with sticks.” Another depicts three Asian men in wooden sandals carrying a bamboo cage on their heads with a gun-wielding white boy perched on top, next to the rhyme, “I’ll hunt in the mountains of Zomba-ma-Tant / With helpers who all wear their eyes at a slant.”
The drawings are from “And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street” and “If I Ran the Zoo,” two of the six Dr. Seuss books that the company in charge of the author’s works announced last week will no longer be published because of their racist imagery, some of which includes stereotypical portrayals of Asian people.
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Remains of the Amache internment camp, approximately one mile southwest of Granada, Colorado.
The coronavirus pandemic has stalled the push to establish the Amache internment camp in southeastern Colorado as a unit of the National Park System. The Colorado Sun reports the crisis has stifled the normal schedule of public comment and wreaked havoc on the prescribed timeline.
At first, the trip unfolded as just an academic tracing of family history.
John Tonai had for years heard the stories from his father, Minoru, about the Amache internment camp in southeastern Colorado, where the U.S. government transported thousands of Japanese Americans from California and held them behind barbed wire and guard posts for three years during World War II. The family lore became a constant soundtrack that, over time, receded to a kind of background noise always heard, seldom absorbed.