Lily Yuriko Nakai Havey
@Lily_HaveyNascida em Los Angeles, encarcerada em Amache, educada em Boston e Utah, Lily mora atualmente em Salt Lake City com o marido John. Ela lecionou na escola por 13 anos e teve um negócio de vitrais por mais de três décadas, do qual está semi-aposentada. Ela é aquarela e escreveu uma autobiografia criativa “Gasa Gasa Girl Goes to Camp: A Nisei Youth Behind a World War Fence”, que será publicada pela University of Utah Press na primavera de 2014.
Atualizado em agosto de 2012
Stories from This Author
Phyla, etcetera - Part 1
12 de Novembro de 2010 • Lily Yuriko Nakai Havey
No matter where we were, even in a prison camp, schooling took precedence, that is, after food and a place to sleep. In Los Angeles I had attended Saturday Japanese School. The Nihon gakko consisted of Every-Day-After-School students and Saturday students and naturally the EDAS ones were ahead of us in every way—reading, writing, and calligraphy. We Once-A-Week students were branded “second-rate” and were assigned front row seats, “to better hear Sensei.” Before class began, the student body lined up …
Arcadia, No. 2 - Part 3
24 de Março de 2010 • Lily Yuriko Nakai Havey
>> Part 2I thought about my father, his absence, his distancing. He was an apparition that appeared briefly and disappeared over and over from my life. Like my mother, he grew up in a small rural hamlet tacked on to the fringes of a larger city. Both ended their formal educations in the sixth grade, but the similarities end there. She took on family responsibilities; he emigrated to America. My brother and I called him “Daddy.” So did my mother …
Arcadia, No. 2 - Part 2
17 de Março de 2010 • Lily Yuriko Nakai Havey
>> Part 1A temporary school was organized to make up for three months of lost time. We were scattered in small clusters across the bleachers in the grandstand. The clamor was overwhelming. Most of the time I could barely hear our teacher, Miss Nakasuji. I shared a single geography text with four other kids. One page featured a photo of Japanese women, their hair swept up in smooth pompadours like huge dinner rolls. They smiled shyly and shaded themselves with …
Arcadia, No. 2 - Part 1
10 de Março de 2010 • Lily Yuriko Nakai Havey
As we settled into our bewildering lives at Santa Anita, clashing mess bells dictated our days. Clang, clang, ding, ding, bong, ka-ching—a mishmash of rhythms and tones rang out three times a day. In the evenings we surrendered ourselves to the block captain making bed-checks. The first few weeks he knocked and poked his head in and counted each of us, but later he simply tapped on the door and asked us to verify our number. “Yes, we’re here,” one …
