First some context. In San Francisco we had been getting plenty of pro Chinese and anti Japanese progrganda since 1937, and of course there was the Rome-Berlin-Tokyo Axis, so even we kids knew who the bad guys were.
Then in march/April 1941, Life had a big speculative article on what it would be like if the Japanese invaded and conquered the Pacific Coast.
I was nine and a half when Pearl Harbor was attacked. I heard the news after attending Sunday School. That afternoon and evening we were glued to the radio. My father and others went to the roof of homes and apartments listening and looking for enemy planes.
Several neighbors were loading their cars with belongings and preparing to head to the Sierras.
Within a few days, the Chinese-American population wore pins with US and Chinese flags so they would not be identified as "Japs" and my cousin Maury Sokolow could not withdraw money from a bank because they thought his name might be Japanese.
In the schoolyard on the morning of the 8th we stood in angry groups wishing there were some Japs we could beat up because they had made a "sneak attack" and did not fight fair.
It and the entire years of WWII are all vividly engrammed in my mind.