Crónicas Nikkei #7 — Raíces Nikkei: Indagando en Nuestra Herencia Cultural

Las historias en la serie Crónicas Nikkei han explorado las diversas maneras en que los nikkei expresan su cultura única, ya sea a través de la comida, el idioma, la familia o la tradición. En esta oportunidad, estamos ahondando más a fondo, ¡hasta llegar a nuestras raíces!

Les pedimos historias desde mayo hasta septiembre de 2018. Todas las 35 historias (22 en inglés, 1 en japonés, 8 en español y 4 en portugués) que recibimos desde Argentina, Brasil, Canadá, Cuba, Japón, México, Perú y los Estados Unidos. 

En esta serie, le pedimos a nuestros Nima-kai votar por sus historias favoritas y a nuestro Comité Editorial elegir sus favoritas. En total, cuatro historias favoritas fueron elegidas.

Aquí estás las historias favoritas elegidas.

  Editorial Committee’s Selections:

  La elegida por Nima-Kai:

Para saber más sobre este proyecto de escritura >>


Mira también estas series de Crónicas Nikkei:

#1: ¡ITADAKIMASU! Sabores de la cultura nikkei 
#2: Nikkei+ ~ Historias de Lenguaje, Tradiciones, Generaciones y Raza Mixtos ~ 
#3: Nombres Nikkei: ¿Taro, John, Juan, João? 
#4: La Familia Nikkei: Memorias, Tradiciones, y Valoress 
#5: Nikkei-go: El idioma de la familia, la comunidad y la cultura  
#6: ¡Itadakimasu 2! Otros sabores de la cultura nikkei

migration pt

A Guerra, o Café e a esperança levaram Ryo Mizuno ao Brasil

Com a força de um samurai que foi, destemido, determinado, convicto, Ryo Mizumo trouxe a primeira leva de imigrantes japoneses ao Brasil em 1908.

Mizuno viveu no Japão na tumultuada época da Restauração Meiji que, entre outras mudanças, abriu os portos do país após mais de 200 anos de isolamento. Mizuno nasceu samurai na transição da era feudal para a industrial. Ativista radical do Movimento pela Liberdade e Direitos do Povo, tornou-se presidente da empresa de emigração porque tinha uma visão voltada para o exterior. Depositou o seu futuro, da sua ...

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Visiting the Former Family Temple

I had not expected to ever touch the temple entrance gate from the 1939 photo of my great-grandfather and his family. But here I was in Yamaguchi, Japan, reverently stroking and leaning against the weathered wood pillars and admiring the “Saikoji” sign. I was visiting my son, Kenzo, who did a study abroad semester during his junior year.

This journey began nearly forty years ago, when I was a young woman in my twenties. I was intrigued by an old black and white photo of my great-grandfather, Nobuyuki Oda and his family. They were posing near the family temple, Saikoji ...

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Embracing Our Nikkei Roots Via Southern Routes

If you’re a Japanese-American who lives on the East or West Coast, chances are, there are myriad ways to celebrate and nurture your Nikkei heritage with various festivals or celebrations, museum exhibits, trips to your local Japanese markets and restaurants, or through memberships in organizations such as the Japan Society or Japanese American Citizens League. But, what do you do if you grew up and live in the American South like my best friend Brenda and I? We are the daughters of Japanese mothers who married our Southern, U.S. soldier fathers in the aftermath of World War II ...

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My Bachan

We called my Dad’s mom, Bachan. When we visited, she’d offer me a cherry-flavoured cough candy, and I would nod and say, arigato. Every Easter, she sent me and my brothers a chocolate bunny each. She didn’t speak much English and I didn’t speak much Japanese. So I knew her only a little. She was 4’7”, vegetarian, and raised eight kids. She lived 91 years smoking roll-your-own cigarettes. I’ve since realized her life reflects many of the most significant events in Japanese Canadian history.

She was born Taki Kinoshita on February 8, 1889 to ...

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Hidden Memory: A Family History Journey

In my family, we never told stories about the past. No one talked about what it was like to come to the United States from Japan, about the years before and during World War II, or how it felt to be locked up in an incarceration camp behind barbed wire even though you had done nothing wrong. Of course I never learned about the camps in school. I was so unaware of my own family’s experiences that when I was taking a speech class in college and decided to do a speech on the incarceration I dutifully read books ...

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