In 1998, then seventy-seven year old Yuri Kochiyama began writing her memoir, after years of contemplating what to leave her grandchildren in remembrance of their family’s heritage. Whatever path they, or anyone who reads this memoir, choose to take, Yuri believes that, at the very least, one should be aware …
Are you Japanese? Do you speak Japanese? You look Japanese. Isn't your name Japanese? These are questions that I have heard all of my life, and at times I felt that they tried too hard to constrict me into a nice neat mold. I felt like the abstract block trying …
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