A novel in verse told from the perspective of a young Japanese American girl sent to live in an internment camp with her family. Very beautifully written. Brief but powerful.
Here are some excerpts that I found touching and thought provoking and beautifully written:
Page 34: "We were all sad, but out on smiling faces, like we did not care, like our hearts were not breaking, though if you listened hard, if you ignored the engines, you could hear thousands of hearts breaking, shattering, into pieces."
P.37: "They have taken away our homes, our words, my father."
P. 43:
"Today it's raining
outside as well
as inside,
And no matter
how many times we
place the cups
and bowls
and plates under
the drips,
they become full
as soon as
we empty then
out. The floor
is muddy, so muddy
that we wear our shoes inside."
P. 52: "No one talks; no one laughs. We stand in line." (This refrain is echoed throughout this particular poem...and the poem two pages before is about the standing in line...for showers, food, to send letters, much of their time is spent in line.)
P. 66:
Masako, earth is a lot like people,
Grandpa says. Earth must be cared for,
tended. With patience, he says, you can
change a poor soil into a fertile
and rich soil...
...It just takes time,
it just takes patience, he says,
just like it does with people. Don't give up
until you have done everything to change
yourself. Then, he says as he sits
on the doorstep, only then can you start
blaming others."
P. 99
"...Because home isn't just
our family, but it's something bigger,
it's everything and everyone,
and even when we fight,
even when we hurt each other,
we are family, no matter what.
Maybe that's what America is for me.
I almost feel like this is home."
It's hard for me to comprehend how we, as a nation, could have allowed fear to lead us to intern more than 110,000 Japanese Americans. How we could treat them so poorly. That FDR would sign Executive Order 9066 that forced them from their homes. Yet, reading of their courage inspires me. I hope we learn from these events of the past and do not allow history to repeat itself.