The Women’s Latrine

Latrine 01

As if the lack of privacy in the barracks was not enough, the bathroom and shower facilities were housed in military-style latrine buildings. The one shown here is a reconstruction of a Women’s Latrine (there was one for women and one for men in each block of fourteen barracks). In a Manzanar latrine, there were toilets and a communal sink, an open changing area, and showers. There were no partitions and there was no privacy whatsoever. On an average day, 150 people used each latrine.

“One of the hardest things to endure was the communal latrines, with no partitions; and showers with no stalls.”          

Rosie Kakuuchi, Manzanar

NPS Brochure, “Manzanar: Japanese Americans at Manzanar”

The photos below show the stark facilities as they were inside the Latrine.

Latrine 02

Here was the first row of toilets…

Latrine 03

This was the communal sink (trough) and the open changing area for the shower…

 

Latrine 04

Here was the view from the second row of toilets across to the changing area and communal sink…

 

Latrine 05

This was the view into the shower room…

 

Latrine 06

This was the view out of the shower room…

The people who were taken to Manzanar employed many strategies for finding some measure of privacy, including going to the toilet and the shower late at night, or to a latrine that was less frequently used than others.

“Children are amazingly adaptable. What would be grotesquely abnormal became my normality in the prisoner of war camps. It became routine for me to line up three times a day to eat lousy food in a noisy mess hall. It became normal for me to go with my father to bathe in a mass shower.”

                                         George Takei, Child at Rohwer and Tule Lake

In many ways, this story about the latrines is the most shocking of all about the  WRA Camps. There is a dehumanizing quality to the latrines, almost as though there was an effort to treat people with greater disrespect than did the incarceration itself. This was done by our government in the name of national security. Done to our fellow Americans.

It felt like an invasion of privacy to take these photos. Still, I think it was necessary to do so…to witness to the scale of the injustice done with the WRA Camps.

As I continue this part of my journey, walking through Manzanar, come along with me.  I hope my photos and reflections, and especially the commentary of people who lived there, will bring Manzanar to life for you.

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Grace and peace,

Art

2 Comments on “The Women’s Latrine

  1. My mom was 23 years old when she was moved to the Santa Anita horse stalls and then to Topaz. She became very constipated and the RN gave her a cigarette and a magazine and told her to go to the latrine and not come out until she had finished both. She continued smoking after camp for the next 67 years. My understanding is that some people brought in large pieces of cardboard or similar objects to “wrap” their privacy around the front of their legs/body as they sat in the latrine.

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    • Sue, thanks for sharing your comment. Sorry my reply was so late…I was out of range of an internet connection… I can’t imagine the hardship your mom experienced. I’ve heard the same thing about the innovation with cardboard. Another sign of the tenacity and resilience of people like your mom! Grace and peace to you, Art

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