Japanese Americans and Black Lives

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Kim Miyoshi, holding clipboard, speaks on June 7 in San Francisco as part of Tsuru for Solidarity. (Photo by JOSHUA KAIZUKA)

By KIM MIYOSHI

We were born from the tears of internment camp deserts.

Standing here today, on this sacred, hallowed ground where 8,000 removed people — our ancestors — shuffled through dust clouds into abandoned horse stalls, whose stench remained.

And yet here we are.

A testament to their pain.

We stand here in defiance of executive order 9066, of barbed wire, guard towers, of questionnaires designed to break our loyalty — to each other.

An attempt to divide.

That is what racism does, to stay alive.

I remember on a pilgrimage when a man shared his story. He said to his father upon being released from camp, “why aren’t you angry or bitter?”

His father, standing in the barracks they would never see again, said, “I came to this country with one suitcase. I’m leaving this camp with two.”

Shikata ga nai. Shikata ga nai. With our heads held high.

But what we were holding was more than we could carry inside.

The seeds of shame and pain root — into each new generation.

Our shared trauma — made it hard to look each other in the eye.

So some of us moved away. To places where Internalized racism hides.

See, we were told we weren’t “American” enough — to not be imprisoned. That our race was the cause — not the racism that caused it.

So we took shelter in and allied ourselves to “Whiteness” thinking that would keep us safe. We were fed a model minority myth to believe basic human rights and dignity — must be earned.

It was a lie.

It didn’t make us safe. Vincent Chin.

It ripped us from our humanity. Officer Thao.

There are degrees to our Asian American complicity.

We stand here today in the face of all that tension. All that complexity. In the echo of our ancestors, who looked upon this same sky, and stared out at that san bruno mountain — and prayed for deliverance.

Prayed this would never happen again.

Our act of gathering here today is an act of defiance. It is an homage to the issei, nisei and sansei whose suffering and sacrifice paved the way.

It is an EFF YOU to the racism that didn’t want us to see this day.

But we are here.

And we are survivors and we are descendants and we are people of Japanese descent. We are Japanese and Black. Japanese and white. Japanese and Latinx. Japanese and API. Japanese and Indigineous. Japanese and Queer, Japanese and Trans, and Japanese and SO MUCH MORE than can be defined.

We are a people who have been oppressed.

And we are a people who contribute to oppression.

That is our power and privilege.

And responsibility to fight.

This is our moment of reckoning.

We are a country built on 400 years of stolen land, by stolen people, with stolen labor, and stolen lives.

And the dam of our hearts broke open — when George Floyd called out to his mama — right in front of our eyes.

And now we see rage and pain burning in the streets every night.

No WAR on BLACK BODIES! No more Covid-Dead in ICE.

But we must stay open.

For it is in our history of heart-breaks, we will find the ties that bind.

We must fight — a system of white supremacy EXPRESSED AS anti-blackness and anti-indigeneity — that is the root of the racialized dehumanization we see traverse space and time.

My bachan swept the floor of her barracks every day.

Dust she knew was coming back. Filling their lungs and stinging their eyes. And still she swept. The wind was relentless, their patches futile and still she swept.

No matter the storm.

One act.

One day at a time.

Our hearts beat today as one drumbeat. We dance as one community for all the stolen lives.

We lift our tsuru wings with the names of all those who passed.

And TOGETHER we RISE.

#NeverAgainIsNow #CloseTheCamps #DefendBlackLives #DefundThePoliceAndICE #NoMoreStolenLives

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Kim Miyoshi is a member of Tsuru for Solidarity and Japanese Americans for Justice. These are the remarks she delivered at the June 7 Tsuru for Solidarity protest and vigil for #Black Lives Matter and #Close the Camps held near the site of the Tanforan Assembly Center in San Bruno. Opinions expressed are not necessarily those of The Rafu Shimpo.

 

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