Tamiko Nimura

Tamiko Nimura es una escritora sansei/pinay, originaria del norte de California y que actualmente vive en el Noroeste del Pacífico. Sus escritos han aparecido o aparecerán en The San Francisco Chronicle, Kartika Review, The Seattle Star, Seattlest.com, The International Examiner (Seattle), y el Rafu Shimpo. Ella bloguea en Kikugirl.net, y está trabajando en un proyecto de libro que corresponde al manuscrito no publicado de su padre sobre su encarcelamiento en el campo Tule Lake durante la Segunda Guerra Mundial.

Última actualización en Julio de 2012

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Speaking Up! Democracy, Justice, Dignity

Of No-No Boy and No-No Boys: At the Seattle 2013 JANM Conference

“How do you as a storyteller account for traces of the erased, the denied or that flat out vanished?”—Junot Díaz

From Twitter: 
July 15, 2013, 12:35PM: @Tulelakenps: Today, 70 years ago in 1943, Tule Lake was declared a Segregation Center, incarcerating all Japanese Americans deemed “disloyal”.

“Your name?”

I’m picking up my registration packet for the Japanese American National Museum conference, held in Seattle a few weeks ago. “Nimura, N-I-M…” I begin, and start to spell out my last name for the volunteer automatically, but then I stop. She’s already flipping through the packets and ...

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For a Sister Getting Married: Senbazuru—1000 Cranes

“What are those?”

I’m staying overnight with my daughter and her friends on a field trip. My daughter’s best friend is looking at the ziploc bag of paper, sitting on the hotel bedside table.

“They’re origami cranes. You remember the story of Sadako that you read in your class this year? If you fold a thousand, you get a wish?”

“Yeah. Can I look at one?” When I nod she takes one out of the bag, carefully. “They’re cool.”

“I’m trying to fold a thousand for my sister’s wedding. It’s a Japanese American ...

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Why Ichiro’s Departure Makes This Nikkei Girl Sad

We arrived in Seattle at about the same time, and we’re the same age. We’ve both got family ties to Japan. When he arrived, he made just about as much as I did—that is, if you didn’t count the word “million” in his salary and “hundred” in mine.

But none of this explains why Ichiro Suzuki’s sudden departure from the Mariners has hit me this hard.

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When I arrived in Seattle in the late 1990s, I was scared, and excited, and living all by myself for the first time. I’d moved from the San ...

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