Fusaye Kazaoka, a Japanese-American resident of Seabrook Farms, wrote the following memoir:

I REMEMBER LIFE IN SEABROOK

In August, 1945, I remember coming to Seabrook on a hot, dusty train from Poston, Arizona (our internment camp). The shades were pulled down and we peeked out because my grandmother told us there were Indians watching us, on that day memory and imagination were mixed, and I could swear there were Indians with lances sitting on their horses peering at us on our click-clacking train. I do remember my father and I leaving the train in Chicago to have a real breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast and coffee (my father's favorite). We savored every bit and nearly missed our train and had to make a run for it. Our arrival in Seabrook was not a day to celebrate. We arrived to find we were to live in gray shacks. We were given two rooms, 25 ft x 25 ft for 11 people - the same living quarters we had in camp. To add to our discomfort, we had to stuff hay into canvas sacks to use as our mattress. I don't known when we got real mattresses but at some point we did. While living in Hoover Village, we had to walk to the communal shower and latrine. I remember having no privacy. We were unable to cook in the shacks, so we ate in the company cafeteria about a quarter mile away. My grandmother was unable to climb stairs, so each time we went to eat Ronnie Yonemoto, Sha Sha (a deaf mute) and Wataru Okamoto would rush down the stairs and carry my grandmother into the cafeteria. Kiku, my 5-year-old sister, had a terrible time at first. She told my grandmother she couldn't eat because of the "dirty" people in the cafeteria. My grandmother questioned Kiku and finally came to the conclusion Kiku was referring to the Blacks. She had never seen Blacks prior to our arrival in Seabrook and thought they didn't bathe. Fortunately we were in the shacks a short time, then moved to 813 East Parsonage Road (the apartments). We lived next to the Sawamura (812), Kuramoto (814), and the Motoikes (817). Later Aki and Lena Kato moved into 814 when the Kuramoto family moved to California. The Katos and my mother and father had nightly Mahjong games, sometimes playing 10-12 hours straight. The games lasted long hours, especially in the winter when work was slack in the Seabrook plant, in addition, Mama, Papa, Lena, Aki, Mrs. Kato and Mr. Nakata played Hana-fuda, a Japanese card game. A good time was had by all.

Question:

*What affected Kiku's perception of the people in the cafeteria? Would your perception be different? Why?