After a chaotic few days, the gates were locked, on November 16, 1940, at two in the afternoon. They were locked, but we did not believe they were locked. Even after they had taken our jobs, our money, our schools. Even after they had taken our homes. Locked in, guarded, put under curfew, our movements proscribed, our daily calories proscribed. “They cannot do this to us!” shrieked a woman standing on the street below my window. “We are not animals!”
