I remember being a small boy when my Dad pulled over at Manzanar and told me the story of the internment camp. This was in the late fifties, early sixties, long before it became an NPS site. World War II was still foremost in my parents' generations minds, but I remember my Dad questioning if internment of U.S. citizens was right. Everybody on my Mom's family side was German, having immigrated in the late 1800's.
Stories like the one above help personalize the entire event, especially for me when it includes tough climbs to high mountain lakes.