Thirty some years ago, when I was living in an apartment building in California, I struck up an acquaintance with the Japanese-American man who took care of the grounds. Standing in the sunshine on the lawn and drinking glasses of lemonade, we talked about his experiences as a young man in one of the Japanese-American internment camps that were set up in the American southwest. He was probably late teens at that time in the early 1940s. He had a clear memory of it; to his credit, he waw not bitter about it; but in the late 1970s, white California was pretty much oblivious to their (in my view, immature, misinformed and ugly) past.
The article below compares the treatment of the Japanese then with the treatment of Muslims now.
Something to consider.