courage many januaries ago

​January is a month that demands courage.  No one knew that better than George Washington, who two hundred forty-eight Januaries ago, attempted to shelter his Revolutionary army in desperate conditions at Valley Forge.  As many as two thousand of his ten thousand soldiers met their deaths from bitter cold, disease, and starvation.  Washington, who dwelt among them, waged a tireless campaign for their resupply, for their survival, and for their spirits--inspiring the living to persevere and continue the fight for freedom. 

This month, my eyes are trained on another January eighty-plus years ago.  In January 1945 four thousand Allied civilian prisoners of war (mostly American, largely women and children) languished in dire straits in Manila’s Santo Tomas Internment Camp.  They had been held captive by the Japanese for more than three years, and struggled to survive on a diet of less than 800 hundred calories a day.  Beri-beri, dengue fever, and respiratory diseases weakened immune systems, but starvation was the killer.  Twelve internees had died of starvation in November 1944, fifteen in December, and thirty-one in January 1945.  (Their liberation would not come until February 3, 1945.)

How did this come about?  Before World War II, as many as ten-thousand American expats were living and doing business in the Philippines. Officially American territory, the islands were slated for independence in 1946.  But after the Japanese pummeled Pearl Harbor, they targeted the American military strongholds closest to Japan—Manila’s Clark Air Force Base, Nichols Field, and the U.S. naval fleet at Subic Bay.  For Allied civilians living there, three years of captivity, overcrowding, squalor, disease, cruelty, and hunger followed.  My mother, Lee Iserson, thirteen-and-a half at the time of their imprisonment, was among the children interned, along with her mother and sister. 

Internees showed courage and pluck throughout the three years:  they established a K-12 school for the more than 700 children within weeks of internment.  They organized a sanitation committee, a health committee, an education committee, a religious services committee. They printed an “Internews” newspaper, built and staffed a Central Kitchen, and haggled with the Japanese for buying privileges outside of camp.  They mandated camp duties and had their own patrol system set up within the camp. Conditions and Japanese “magnanimity” worsened dramatically as time went on.  True grit was required in January 1945.

Days before Christmas in 1944, American pilots dropped leaflets on the Camp, proclaiming  “American forces of Liberation in the Pacific wish their gallant Allies, the People of the Philippines, all the blessings of Christmas and the realization of their fervent hopes for the New Year.”  Surely, the liberating forces were about to free them!  

But January became a crucible of suffering.  No Christmas Red Cross packages supplemented camp rations, as had been the case in December 1943.  Breakfast and dinner now consisted of one scoop of lugao, a thin rice gruel.  In January internees were dying of starvation at the rate of one per day.  School, a perennial distraction for the camp’s children, ended because kids lost weight every time they climbed the stairs to their classrooms.

Dr. Ted Stevenson, attending the dying in the Camp’s hospital, exemplified courage when he refused to falsify death certificates.  He had been indicating “malnutrition” and “starvation” as causes of death, but was told by his captors (who feared Allied accusations of war crimes) that those were no longer acceptable, and other causes should be substituted.  Dr. Stevenson dug in his heels and said “no.”  He risked being carted off to Fort Santiago (torture central), by refusing to do so, but found himself thrown into the camp jail instead. 

​For women and children struggling to survive, courage was closely linked to imagination and hope.  The topic of food dominated every conversation, and many internees had taken to writing recipes and planning menus, as a substitute for actual food.  Lee Iserson kept a thin-lined spiral-bound notebook with more than three hundred seventy recipes written in tiny script.  Her January entries were for Pineapple Raisin Ice Cream and Ham Pancakes.  Some of the little children played restaurant.  When asked for their order by their big sister waitress, one little girl replied she’d like a sandwich.  “What kind?” big sister asked.  “I’d like a sandwich with some bread on it,” said the four year old all earnestness. (There had been no bread for eighteen months.)

Teen internee Curtis Brooks later wrote: “we shared a common moral experience, the loss of home and possessions, the loss of country in the defeat of ’42, the almost palpable sense of waiting. Waiting for the liberation which we all believed in…[we were] a community with a single purpose, to survive to the day of liberation.”
           
​Survival in January 1945 required every ounce of courage those internees could muster.  At a conference in Manila celebrating the 70th anniversary of Santo Tomas’s liberation, surviving internees (most of whom were children at the time of liberation) described circumstances at the end.  A high-school student in the audience asked:  “I struggle with depression, and sometimes think of suicide.  Were you ever tempted to suicide?”  Joan Chapman Bennett, the testifying internee, seemed genuinely taken aback by the question.  Then said, “No.  Never.  We were certain our boys would be back for us.  We had faith.”  And they had courage. 

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