“My memories of camp – I was four years old to eight years old – they’re fond memories.”

As the old saying goes, I was simply looking for fan love, in Alderaan places.

You know, I grew up in two American internment camps, and at that time I was very young.

This is supposed to be a participatory democracy and if we’re not in there participating then the people that will manipulate and exploit the system will step in there.

I spent my boyhood behind the barbed wire fences of American internment camps and that part of my life is something that I wanted to share with more people.

Cat’s are unpredictable. It is a fine line between the cure, inquisitive and innocent creature resting on our lap and the hissing, spitting and deranged banshee it might become at any moment. This is why we’re trying always to win their love.

I’m a civic busybody and I’ve been blessed with an active career.

Life is too short not to order the bacon dessert.

Confidence in the human capacity for problem solving, for invention, for innovation.

We have to be vigilant about how the Trump administration may try to divide us from each other.

I am emboldened, not cowed, by the words and actions of Trump and his circle. I believe many others are as well. Together we will stand in opposition. I’m not going anywhere, and I won’t be silenced.

Well, it gives, certainly to my father, who is the one that suffered the most in our family, and understanding of how the ideals of a country are only as good as the people who give it flesh and blood.

Do your duty as an American, and as a citizen of the galaxy… Vote!

To do theater you need to block off a hunk of time.

Should any terrorist strike or act of war occur in which American lives are lost, we must be on guard for any attempt by the government to turn that tragedy into justification for sweeping action.

But when we came out of camp, that’s when I first realized that being in camp, that being Japanese-American, was something shameful.

Plays close, movies wrap and TV series eventually get cancelled, and we were cancelled in three season.

While my life shifts from refugee camps to red carpets, I choose them both because these worlds can, in fact, coexist. And for me, they must.

You know, I grew up in two American internment camps, and at that time I was very young.

I’ve always tried to be independent. It’s just my personality. I’ve always been the type to motivate the camp. I’ve always wanted to be the fuel for something—for music, the fuel for my family, the fuel for my best friend. Helping someone with what I’m doing.

I spent my boyhood behind the barbed wire fences of American internment camps and that part of my life is something that I wanted to share with more people.

But when we came out of camp, that’s when I first realized that being in camp, that being Japanese-American, was something shameful.

Yes, I remember the barbed wire and the guard towers and the machine guns, but they became part of my normal landscape. What would be abnormal in normal times became my normality in camp.

When I was a little girl in a refugee camp I’ve always imagined being a model and so much more.

Society as a whole is more and more splitting up into two great hostile camps.