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Hi! I’m non-binary and yes, you can join a Girl Scouts troop.https://www.girlscoutsww.org/content/dam/girlscouts-girlscoutsww/documents/LGBTQ%2B_FAQs.pdfThat’s information for Western Washington, which I don’t know if you’re there and I’m personally not there, but I’d believe that most councils of Girl Scouts would believe this strongly too.Non-Binary can fall under the term of Transgender:Really, you should talk to your council about it first. Girl Scouts is accommodating. And, though Girl Scouts and Boy Scouts are different, you can always do the Boy Scouts! They’re all gender inclusive.

It is not the case in schools in Western Washington state. I am not sure why you have the idea that the putting of 120,000 Americans who were ethnically Japanese into camps with guards and barbed wire is not taught. It is not the case here, where I live. Maybe it depends on what part of the country or school district you live in?Every state and each school district has a different way of teaching US history. There is no national curriculum as there is in the UK or France. In Washington State, they have taught it to all my kids. They teach it in most places in California too. I have never heard of not teaching it.Here is an example of the sort of curriculum they teach on the Japanese American interments in 5th, 8th and high school. The kids also go to the State history museum which has an exhibit. Social Studies - Civil Liberties DescriptionsJapanese American Exhibit & Access ProjectBainbridge Island Japanese American CommunityCamp Harmony ExhibitSites of Shame: Geographic MapWashington HistoryNot far from us is the place where the very first people were rounded up and sent to the internment camps. There is a memorial there. The local Japanese Americans were the first in the country to be interned. 227 Japanese Americans were ordered to leave the island with six days' notice. They departed by ferry on March 30, 1942. Most internees were sent to Manzanar, CA, though some were later transferred to Minidoka, Idaho. Local newspapers spoke out against the internment and continued to publish correspondence from internees. A Seattle Post-Intelligencer photograph of Bainbridge Island resident Fumiko Hayashida and her 13-month-old daughter Natalie preparing to board the ferry is famous as a symbol of the internment. About 150 returned to the island after the end of World War II. By 2011, about 90 survivors remained. About 20 still live on the island.Below on the left is Fumiko and her baby in 1942. On the right is in 2006. That is 95 year old Fumiko and her 66 year old daughter Natalie Hayashida Ong.BainbridgeIn this article they are in 2011 visiting the old internment camp site.Nearly seven decades later, internees and history project visit ManzanarHere is Natalie as a Girl Scout in the campNatalie Ong InterviewFumiko HayashidaThere is a memorial and a National historic park near us where they were first rounded up in Bainbridge Island. All of the people had been in the US a long time and many had been born here. Home - Bainbridge Island Japanese American Exclusion MemorialThe local kids in my town learn about this, and about the Holocaust as well, when they cover WWII in US history. And they learn about it in Washington State history as well. They also learn a fairly big section of local Native American history. And about the Chinese exclusion act and the riots and neighborhoods burned out in 1886. And about the Seattle general strike of 1919. And about the Bellingham riots attacking Sikhs in 1907.It is not “covered up” at all here. Just three years ago there was a opera commissioned at the Seattle Opera called “American Dream” by Jack Perla and Libretto by Jessica Murphy Moo. It is set during World War II explores the lives of two Puget Sound women: a Japanese American facing internment and a German Jewish immigrant preoccupied by those she left behind. An American DreamIn Seattle in the Panama Hotel which is a national historic landmark. It has belongings of people who were interned and unable to come back and get them. HISTORIC PANAMA HOTEL TEAI see that the asker of this question is from Arkansas. I would suggest if it is not taught in that state, then perhaps you should consider talking to the state education department, state politicians, and the local school boards. I am pretty sure the false narrative of the “Lost Cause” and “states rights” was taught in Arkansas until recently as well. On the state site if see things like “Little Rock Falls to Union Troops”. That should read, “Little Rock freed from the tyranny of the Traitorous and Racist Confederate Army”.The the putting of American Japanese into camps is a very important part of US history. It is also an important part of Arkansas history. There were two Japanese Interment camps in Arkansas. Rohwer War Relocation Center in Desha county, and Jerome War Relocation Center in Chicot and Drew counties. From 1942 to 1945 16,000 Japanese Americans were forced to live in these camps in Arkansas. It was the largest influx and incarceration of any racial or ethnic group in the state’s history.The Jerome War Relocation Center:“Jerome was divided into 50 blocks, which were surrounded by a barbed wire fence, a patrol road, and seven watchtowers. Administrative and community spaces such as schools, offices and the hospital were separate from the 36 residential or barracks blocks. These consisted of twelve barracks divided into several "apartments", in addition to communal dining and sanitary facilities. Approximately 250 to 300 individuals lived in each block”Here are some oral history interviews about the place:Yuri Kochiyama Interview Segment 8Roy Matsumoto Interview Segment 2Masamizu Kitajima Interview Segment 20The artist George Hoshida (1907-1985) was there. George Hoshida | Densho EncyclopediaGeorge Hoshida CollectionThe actress, Takayo Fischer (born 1932) was there. Takayo Fischer | Densho EncyclopediaLawson Fusao Inada (born 1938) was there. He was the fifth poet laureate of Oregon. Lawson Fusao InadaEverythingBy Lawson Fusao InadaWhen the river rose that year, we were beside itand ourselves with fear; not that it would do anythingto us, mind you—our hopes were much too high for that—but there was always that remote, unacknowledged possibilitythat we had thrown one stone too many, by the handful,and that by some force of nature, as they called it,it might rain and rain for days, as it had been,with nothing to hold it and the structure back,and with everything to blame, including childrenon into late summer and all the years ahead,when it would be ours to bear, to do much more withthan remember and let it go at that—some mud,some driftwood, some space of sky as a reminderbefore getting on with the world again;no, the balance was ours to share, and responsibilityfor rivers had as much to do with anythingas rain on the roof and sweet fish for supper,as forests and trembling and berries at sunrise;thus it was, then, that we kept our watch, tthat we kept our wits about us and all the respectwe could muster, sitting in silence,sleeping in shifts, and when the fire died,everyone was there to keep it alive;somehow, though, in the middle of the night,despite our vigils, our dreams, our admonitions,our structure, our people, and all our belongingsbroke free with a shudder and went drifting away—past the landing, the swing, the anchored cages,down through the haunted rapids, never to be found;when we awoke that morning, the sun was back,the river had receded under our measuring stick,and everything had been astonishingly replaced,including people and pets, the structure intact,but in the solitude of all our faces as we ate,the knowledge was there, of what we all had done,and that everything would never be the same.from Legends from Camp. Copyright © 1993 by Lawson Fusao Inada. Reprinted by permission of Coffee House Press.The poet Violet Kazue de Cristoforo (1917 – 2007) was also there. Violet Kazue de CristoforoThe other was Rohwer War Relocation Center. It was listed as a National Historic Landmark in 1992. It is also an Arkansas State University Heritage Site. The camp consisted of about 500 acres (about one square mile) that were surrounded by barbed wire fences and eight guard towers. It had administrative offices, schools, a hospital, and 36 residential blocks, each with twelve 20' by 120' barracks divided into several "apartments", as well as communal dining and sanitary facilities. The barracks were arranged in groups of twelve that were called "blocks," with each block housing between 250 and 300 individuals. Each of the 36 residential blocks had communal showers, toilets, and laundry facilities along with a mess hall. About 2,000 students attended the camp's schools. The peak population was 8,475.Here it is during a flood in 1943.The actor from Star Trek, George Takei (born 1937) was here.The famous artist Ruth Asawa (1926–2013) was also here. Ruth Asawa | Densho EncyclopediaRuth Asawa, an Artist Who Wove Wire, Dies at 87The actor Jim Ishida (born 1943) was also there.Janice Mirikitani (born 1942) was at Rowher as well. In 2000, she was named the second poet laureate for the city of San Francisco. Janice MirikitaniRosalie Santine Gould lived near the Rohwer camp and spent much of her life in Arkansas documenting the camp. There is now a museum and many opportunities for teachers to learn information to teach to students. They offer professional development workshop for teachers. MuseumRohwer Relocation Center - Encyclopedia of ArkansasThe University of Arkansas also has had exhibitions. Internment | Life InterruptedLife InterruptedThe Arkansas Arts CenterHere is an oral history interview about the trip to the Arkansas camp. Yooichi Wakamiya Interview Segment 13Christie O. Ichikawa Interview Segment 14This is about leaving the campMarian Shingu Sata Interview Segment 12Here is a 53 minute documentary of the Arkansas concentration camps. Time Of Fear : PBS Home Video : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet ArchiveIn the future remember that there is not national curriculum for history or any other subject. What does or does not happen near you may not reflect much of the country. All three west coast states cover this in school and those states ave a total population of about 50 million people. This is many more people than in Spain or Canada. It may not be a good idea to generalize about the rest of the country from experiences in Arkansas.

She would engage in sexual acts with her boyfriend while my sister and I would be in the room watching TV. It was the only room with a TV. This went on for years. At first I was curious and would look over at their shrouded bodies writhing under the sheet. But the entire wall behind her bed was mirrored closet doors, so even if they covered up on the side we were on, I could see everything in the mirror. Until finally her boyfriend wised up and made sure to pull the sheet down on that side too. But not before I’d had the fortune to have the image of my mother giving him a blow job. As this went on for some time, I began to be disgusted by her behavior. I must have been about 6–7 when it started and maybe 8–10 before he left her for some other dumb bxtch. I felt this anger that grew to rage at her indifference to the experience she was subjecting her children to. So I would leave the room. But there was nothing to do on an early Saturday morning beside watch Saturday morning cartoons. So I’d wander out to the living room to get away, but also feeling so so ALONE to be the only one who saw how awful this was. If I was gone from the bedroom too long, my mom would call for me thinking I might be getting myself into trouble while unsupervised. At one period of time, my 8 years-older half-sister who already into all kinds of trouble had worn out her welcome living with her dad and step-mom, so it was our turn to have her. Well obviously she knew more of what was going on and she would go to the door when she heard their sounds and listen harder or even try to look in. my mom would yell at her to shut the door and then my mom simply started locking the door on us, her three daughters so that she could fuck her boyfriend in peace. I used to see my older sister touch her vagina through the side of her shorts and panties and I didn’t understand it. Then she would smell her fingers - always she would bring her fingers to her nose. My poor mind could not even begin to understand wtf was going on in my house! My mom would see my sister masturbating and she would just yell at her to stop it! Shaming her. SHAMING HER DAUGHTER for exploring sexual feelings while SHE HERSELF ENGAGED IN SEXUAL ACTS WITH THEM AS HER AUDIENCE AND INSTEAD OF CARING FOR AND PARENTING HER GIRLS. But as I said, eventually he dumped my mom and moved in with the next girlfriend he was going to mooch off of. You might thing that was the end of the story, BUT YOU WOULD BE SO VERY WRONG!!!A couple years later, she really outdid herself. We were friends with a family that lived a couple blocks away: the dad, mom, and 3 boys. Maybe my older sister was between the middle boy and youngest boy in age. I was 9–12 years old. The oldest boy went off to the marines. The middle boy married his first and only girlfriend when he got her pregnant. My mom used to pay her to clean our house. That’s how connected we were with the family. Well after the baby, things went south between Stuart Douglass and his young wife Debi and she took their kid and left him. I vaguely knew and understand these events to have happened. Well, Stuart started coming around our house a lot. My younger sister and I were kids - still in elementary school I’m pretty sure. He would offer to take to the park, to the movies, to miniature golf, to play in the snow. I didn’t question it; He was funny and made us laugh even though we didn’t always understand his humor. Well all the little day trips rolled into a planned weekend away up in the local mountains for me, my lil sis, my mom and Stuart Douglass. We are having a great time. Until after dinner, I am not having a great time anymore. I have a sick feeling in my stomach that something VERY TERRIBLE is going to happen, but I don’t even have the language to say what I’m feeling. I even remember being reprimanded for acting out out of sheer tension, anxiety, and frustration. I kept waiting for whatever was going to happen to just go ahead and happen! But finally it was bed-time and nothing had happened. I went on sleep thinking cautiously ok maybe I was wrong, nothing bad is going to happen.Did I mention at all my mom was an active alcoholic through this entire span of time? I mean she used to have me at 5 years old refill her plastic mug from her wine bottle AS SHE WAS DRIVING WITH US IN THE CAR! I KNEW TO ANTICIPATE WHEN MY HAND MIGHT BE JOSTLED AND DEVELOPED THE ABIKITY TO POUR WITHOUT EVER SPILLING! She taught me how to raise and lower her mug up and down to prevent spills if the road was rough.Back to one of the worst nights of my life now. I must have sensed that she was drunk after dinner which is what gave me the something bad is going to happen feeling. I must have seen or heard something between the two of them which raised my radar and put me on edge. But to my relief there was no disaster and I went to sleep with my sister in the motel room while they stayed up drinking out in the lobby and then in the room playing cards. I must have heard some of their conversation as I slept, for I slept fitfully. And finally it happened. I knew something was going to happen that night and it did. My drunk ass mom was making out with the neighbor’s kid who was about the same age as my older sister and they were loud as fuck in their drunken foreplay in the shower. With the ducking door to the bathroom wide open. I tried so hard to ignore it and just GO BACK TO SLEEP! GO INTO DEEP SLEEP AMANDA! My mind begged to escape being witness to this shit AGAIN. But no. My mom was DRUNK and I imagine they might have hoped to actualize the sexual nature of a relationship which had previously been maternal. So of course she fucks him in the bed in the same room my sister and I are in and my mom is loud as fuck enjoying getting some dick. And I am slowly building pressure inside hoping to keep it together and NOT to erupt into whatever way I might seek to equalize the instability I felt in my internal chemistry. It was impossible for me to sleep any longer, but it was still middle ignored the night - too early to wake up for the day. And finally while an internal explosion was spewing forth caustic fumes inside my mind, I jumped out of bed and ran out of the motel room. I ran down the hallway until I got to a door and then I kept going and went out the door into the winter cold with snow on the ground and me in my pajamas with bare feet. I had nowhere to go but I had to get away. I ended up circling around the back of the building to the front parking lot and I heard my mom calling for me to stop, but fuck no! I was NOT stopping! And even that kind of defiance scared me because my mom’s discipline was to scare and intimidate us into doing whatever she says but I wasn’t scared of her that day, I was DISGUSTED with her! I was FED UP with her! I was FURIOUSLY ANGRY at her for putting me in this situation. But finally I could no longer ignore the part of me that obeyed automatically because I had learned it was better for me that way. So I stopped running. Plus my feet were beyond frozen with cuts and scrapes from the debris On the ground. And all of the hurt, abandoned, betrayed, scared, confused, moral little girl came hurling out of my mouth directed at her. I asked her how could she do that with us in the room? How could she do that when she was old enough to be his MOTHER and we knew his WIFE and his PARENTS! She simply told me that I didn’t know what she and he were going through and that I shouldn’t judge them for their actions that they were adults and she certainly would not permit the level of dissent that I had exhibited by fleeing from the room. Later that same day, we all went horseback riding as if nothing had happened and my mom demanded that I apologize to her and to him FOR MY BEHAVIOR!!! Somehow I managed to do that to her satisfaction and I don’t remember anything after the point at which I hugged him at his request at the end of my apology.That’s some pretty horrible shit, right? But wait, there are 2 epilogues to this story. One, when I was 16, Stuart Douglass had moved to Arizona, but suddenly started contacting us from there. He started talking to me a lot. Social engineering me is what he was doing…. Getting me to disclose private information while he gradually worked up to revealing to me that he was sexually interested in me and that’s he wanted to come visit and take me to Disneyland, Just is. (I mean he may as well have had a puppy in a van, right??) But I ignored those undertones and direct mentions don his interest and used him as a sounding board for my pending first sexual experience with my boyfriend at 14 years old. About this time, my mom began to ask him pointed questions about what all we talked about all the time on our long phone conversations. He felt the heat and so he rattled me out. He told her about me and my boyfriend oh and he told her about my journal where she would find a written recording of these tumultuous events. And he twisted things around and said that I was coming on to him and that he was just trying to tell me not to have sex yet. And my mom betrayed me yet again and she read my journal. She read my record of my most private, angst-filled thoughts. And then she threw it all in my face and completely restricted me from anything other than school. And then when I was in college, he contacted me again. And he said he was sorry for what he did (I had not known what he had done) he told me how he felt my mom asking probing questions and so he had to get her off his track and that’s why he told her about my secrets that I had confided in him. And he wanted to make peace with me that he wa so sorry and he hoped I could forgive him. A couple weeks later, I called him to speak to him and got the answering machine (remember those?!) and on the recording was a woman who identified herself as the wife of Stuart Douglass and that anyone wanting to leave a message should please do so after the tone. So I did. I called him out on EVERYTHING! Even up to the point where he called me Just the previous week trying to see if I would be at all receptive to his romantic interests now that I was older. I told him and his wife on the recording what a disgusting pig he was and to stay the fuck away from me and ALL of my family.Now the second epilogue which in my mind is far, far, FAR worse than the first. When I was around 14–15 years old, my mom revealed that she had been back in contact with Eddie Reyes (the boyfriend from the beginning of this horror story) and that they wanted to get married and he was living in Washington State but that she was going to fly up there and drive back home with him and what did I think about that. Her sexcapaades were hidden away under lock and key never to see daylight again. Well things didn’t go exactly as planned. He had a hard time finding a job, so they never got married even tho I really encouraged her to follow her heart. Fast forward a year after he’d moved back into our house and my mom was at an ANNUAL Regional Girl Scout camping trip with her sisters Girl Scout trip and Ed was “watching” me and my 13ish year old sister. I was 15. Not driving yet. Well one sat morning Ed offered to take us out to breakfast at Denny’s. So I went to wake up my sister to get ready to go but her door was locked. And immediately the weight of the world was on my shoulders again because something VERY WRONG MUST BE GOING ON for her to lock her door. We didn’t lock doors in our house. Period. Not for any reason. I yelled at her for locking her door and hurried her to get up so we could go eat breakfast. She complied. And I will never forgive myself for what I did that morning. After breakfast, my sister isolated herself in her room and then Just left without really telling me or Ed anything.And I did the unthinkable. I read her journal because I knew something was wrong but she was very private, we were never close, so she’d never confide in me. And in her journal I read that the previous night Ed had gone to her in her bedroom and sexually molested her. That’s why her door was locked. She was just 13. And I yelled at her for locking her door and made her come and eat breakfast with that monster. And she never said anything. Ed saw me going into her room after she had left and he saw me reading her journal and he tried to say I shouldn’t be reading her private things. And this was just about the time I read what he’d done to her the previous night so I just said yeah whatever to him and kept reading. He asked me to stop a few times but I ignored him and he walked down the hallway on about his business. I knew I had to tell someone, but wasn’t sure who or how. My mom was due Home the next day and would be arriving with her sister and my 3 cousins. There was no way I could tell my mom this.Then I called one of the neighbors a few houses down the block who was a pretty close friend of my mom’s and asked her if I could talk to her but I was already sobbing before I said even that much. Now the neighbor Linda Mills grew up in the projects of Long Beach and she was almost 6′ tall. She was a BIG. WHITE. LADY. OF THE TRAILER PARK VARIETY. Nobody fucked wit her. EVER. And somehow I told her she needed to come down to the house to read the journal and that something terrible had happened. She walked the 4 houses to our house, and asked for the journal. I handed it over to her and then retreated to my own little hole and let her take control of the situation. She did. She quietly and calmly (which is very UNcharacteristic). I did not see nor hear what she said, but a few minutes later Ed left with a suitcase. My sister stayed at Linda’s until my mom came the next day.There) a tiny bit more to this story but I’ve stayed but in this me tal space Lon longThis is the most horrible thing my mother has ever done.