Saturday, October 10, 2009

The Greatest Generation - Hawaii Edition

Over the past three days, I have had the pleasure to participate in a workshop studying the experience of a group of Americans living in Hawaii during World War II.  These weren't just any Americans, however. They were Americans who volunteered their service and risked their lives in the U.S. Army at the same time as some of their relatives were whisked away from their families to detention camps in Hawaii and on the mainland.  Indeed, some AJAs (Americans of Japanese Ancestry) volunteered to serve from within the interment camps.  It is difficult for me to imagine the degree of patriotism that would inspire one to serve the same country that had imprisoned him!  Yet, many AJAs had such faith in the American rule of law and the overarching principals of liberty and democracy, that they viewed the internment as a repairable flaw, rather than a reason to turn against America.  These wise and patriotic Americans were men who happened to look like "the enemy."

In the years leading up to the war, the tension between the U.S. and Japan grew over Japan's imperialist policies.  As a result, the U.S. government began tracking the movements of many AJAs within its boundaries. This was true even in Hawaii, where the Japanese community was largely made up of poor farmers and very poor plantation workers who scarcely had any means to be a threat - even if they wanted to.  The Japanese community in Hawaii emerged in the late 1800s in response to the growing sugar industry and the growing need for plantation workers.  During the late 1800s and early 1900s, over 180,000 Japanese immigrated to Hawaii (along with Chinese, Filipinos, Portuguese, Koreans, and others) to work on the plantations.  At one time, Japanese and Japanese Americans made up over 40% of the population in Hawaii and when World War II began they were still 37% of Hawaii's people.  The immigration came to an abrupt end in 1924 when Congress passed the Federal Immigration Act.  (Also known as the Asian Exclusion Act.)  Despite their largely economic motivations for coming to the islands, the U.S.Government was concerned about the AJAs loyalties if and when war should come.  On December 7, 1941 - the date of the Pearl Harbor attacks - many AJAs were already braced for the xenophobia - and interment - and had packed their bags in preparation for detention.  Unlike the mainland, however, where virtually all AJAs were interned, only some AJAs in Hawaii were singled out.  This difference stemmed from logistical, political, and economic differences between the territory (Hawaii) and the mainland.  Because AJAs made up such a large part of the population in Hawaii, it would have been difficult to detain them all.  Also because of their numbers, they were well integrated into the larger community and were more familiar and viewed as less of a threat by the government.  Lastly, they provided critical labor that would have shut down the sugar industry  - Hawaii's lifeblood mid-century.

Despite the limitations on internment on Hawaii's AJAs and the declaration of martial law in the islands, there were more than one thousand Japanese and AJAs in Hawaii who were interned. The FBI had singled out leaders in the Japanese community: businessmen, teachers, Buddhist monks and ministers, and anyone with trading ties or travels to Japan.  Many of the detainees were sent to mainland camps, but many were sent to Honouliuli, on O'ahu.  The majority of them were U.S. citizens.

Remarkably, despite the internment of AJAs on Hawaii and on the mainland, many AJAs felt compelled to volunteer their service for the war effort.  While they had roots in Japan, they viewed themselves unquestionably as Americans.  After all, most had known no other homeland, especially the Nisei generation.  (second-generation Japanese-Americans). The University of Hawaii had an ROTC unit that became the territorial guard when the war began.  When this group was called to active duty, however, the AJA members of the group were turned away and told they were not wanted for service.  The were reclassified as "enemies."  Despite this blatant discrimination and rejection, they put aside their feelings of depression and anger and formed the Varsity Victory Volunteers.  This group of AJAs who were former UH ROTC members, demonstrated their loyalty to the American cause with endless volunteer labor.  They put their college education on hold to serve their country in a volunteer capacity.  Eventually, in response to multiple petitions by the young men, the Army created the 100th Infantry Batallion as a place for the AJA men to serve.  This Batallion stepped up to provide key infantry work in Italy and France, including the rescue of the so-called "Lost Battalion" (a group of Texas National Guardsmen) who became surrounded by Germans.  The 100th ID, along with another AJA counterpart, the 442nd Regimental Combat Team, successfully rescued the Texas Guardsmen after several failed attempts by other Army units.  The 100th/442nd also served a key role in pushing Germans out of Rome.  Together, the 100th and 442nd suffered extreme casualties, yet exhibited outstanding bravery and became the most decorated unit in U.S. military history.

In addition to these two units, Hawaii's AJAs also served in key capacities in the Pacific theater.  Mainly in the MIS (Military Intelligence Service), the AJAs translated key documents that helped the U.S. Navy unravel the plans Japanese Imperial Navy.  Their service was instrumental in preparing defense and counterattacks against the Japanese Navy.  It has been estimated that their work shortened the war by as much as two years thus saving thousands of lives.

Now, some 65 years later, on a warm Hawaii morning in October, I have the honor of meeting several of these "Nisei Veterans" as they are collectively called.  I spoke mostly with Yoshiaki Fujitani, a veteran of the U.S. Army MIS.  Born on Maui in the 1920s, his family moved to O'ahu when he was still young.  Now in his 80s, he still recalls the comfortable relationship he had with young people of other ethnicities - Filipino, Chinese, Korean, Hawaiian, etc.  And he remembers the abrupt halt in his college education that came on December 7, 1941.  His father, a Buddhist minister in a local Hongwanji, was identified for internment by spring of 1942.  When I asked him if he felt anger about this, he sort of dodged the question, instead focusing on how the internment highlighted the need for change in racial attitudes.  He expressed an acceptance and simultaneous intolerance toward the internments.  Rather than pure anger, he viewed them as a flaw -- something to fight against and change -- but also something to accept, without grudge.  At one time, he was able to visit his father, who was transferred to a camp Santa Fe, New Mexico.  Despite his father's internment, however, he supported the war effort and ultimately joined the MIS of the U.S.Army.  Like other AJA's at the University of Hawaii, he had been a member of the ROTC program and was ready to stand up with other Americans.  Turned away, he joined the VVV until he was able to serve in the Army's MIS division.  He laughingly called his division the "Chair Force," as he worked primarily in office environment during the war, rather than dodging bullets in Europe like his AJA counterparts in the 100th/442nd. However, he seems to fully understand the importance of his translation work for the war effort.



(Image is from the Hawaii Memory Project at http://nisei.hawaii.edu/object/io_1153856611334.html)


He met his wife during the war in Chicago.  While training at Camp McCoy in Wisconsin, the two met while Yoshiaki was on a weekend pass to Chicago.  His wife, an AJA from California, had recently been released from an internment camp in Arkansas.  Despite the complete racism in his wife's internment, Yoshiaki spoke in an abashed manner about the matter - not wishing to dwell on it.  Several years later and after the war ended, Yoshiaki and his wife met again in Chicago and married at last.  Yoshiaki went on to complete a cultural studies degree (focusing on religion) at the University of Chicago.  He and his wife moved to Japan so he could complete his studies to become a Buddhist minister.  After five years in Japan, he and his wife at last returned to Maui, where Yoshiaki was assigned to lead a Buddhist congregation.  The experience of his younger years in Hawaii pressed him to spend much of his career as a Buddhist minister developing interfaith relationships with people of other faiths in the islands.  He devoted his life after his military service to creating bonds and friendships between people from different communities.  In fact, an interfaith program bears his name at Chaminade University - a Catholic University on O'ahu.





What can you say when you meet a remarkable person like Rev. Fujitani?  Patriotism in the face of racism.  Sacrifice in the face of rejection. Putting his life on hold to serve.  How many Americans can claim that kind of service?  How many can claim that degree of civic virtue in light of the alienation his family faced?  Without a doubt, Rev. Yoshiaki Fujitani and his fellow Nisei veterans have earned their place as members of "The Greatest Generation."  I am honored that I had the opportunity to meet such an amazing American.

To learn more about Yoshiaki and other Nisei Veterans, visit: http://nisei.hawaii.edu/page/yoshiaki

Monday, July 27, 2009

Lisa's American Dream


American Dream: House with a yard, 2.3 kids, dog, cat. Actually, its not a bad picture. Mine is slightly different, but not all that different.

It's really simple, actually. I want a house with a yard: a yard big enough to grow my own vegetables and big trees that provide lots of shade. I want a dog who will run around the yard (that Quincy approves of, of course.) I want to be able to walk or bike to the school where I teach Social Studies to high school students. I want to live by the water where George and I can go out sailing on the weekends. I want friends to come sailing too. And my Dad - and Mom! (The more the merrier, actually, as long as we don't sink the boat!) I want enough room in our house for friends and family to be able to stay comfortably when they visit. I want to live a LOT closer to my friends. I don't want a stupid home-owner's association breathing down my neck if we decide we want to paint our house purple. I want a place to go running by the water where I won't get run over by insane traffic. I want to be close to nature. I want to travel now and then, but I always want to come back home. I want to have time to play the ukulele and enjoy my other hobbies. I want to write a book about teaching and record an album. I want to go dancing, I want to sing for an audience once in a while, but more than anything, I want to have time to enjoy life brings with my sweetie, my friends, and my family. Is it too much to ask?

Friday, July 17, 2009

My New Digs at Cambell High School: The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

I finally got a look at my new classroom, D210, at my new school, Campbell High School, in Ewa Beach, Hawaii. In some ways, it is an improvement over my classroom at Kahuku High & Intermediate, in others, I've moved backwards. Here's the break down:

The Good
  • I am in an actual building, not a portable.
  • There is a water fountain about 20 yards from the door of my classroom. Ah! What joy to quickly fill my water bottle between classes.
  • There is a bathroom on the same floor as my classroom. Good for me AND the students.
  • I am not too far from the administrative building.
  • My department chair is on the same floor and in the same building as me.
  • I am not too far a walk from the public/school library. (Yes, a lot of schools in Hawaii share their libraries with the public. Kinda weird, in my opinion and occasionally causes difficulties in ensuring students can use the library appropriately, but that's a long story for another day.)
  • The photocopier is one flight down and the walkways to it are all covered! In other words, I don't have to worry about carrying books and papers to and from the copier in the rain. Good stuff.
  • I have a TV.
  • I have a working computer, printer, and telephone. Hallelujah for small favors!
  • I have an overhead projector, although it appears to be circa 1980.
  • I have whiteboards. (Many of the classrooms in this school still have chalkboards!)
  • I have 6-foot folding tables and chairs instead of the desk-chair combo thingies. These add a lot of flexibility in arranging classroom space so I prefer them. And bonus - they mostly match.
  • The floors are freshly polished and very clean.
  • I have enough chairs for 40 students. (Wait...maybe that should go under "The Bad." Let's hope I don't actually NEED that many!)


The Bad
  • No LCD projector. I know this is a pretty fancy item, but I used mine EVERY day last year. They make such a difference for visual learners and are great for lecturing with Power Point. Look for a fundraising campaign to help me get one in the very near future. I can't imagine teaching without one.
  • No maps. Hello? I'm a social studies teacher! Teaching Modern Hawaiian History without a map of the Pacific or the Hawaiian Islands, much less a world or US map? I suppose I will have to improvise on that one.
  • While I have a TV, there is no DVD or VCR. Ermmm...gotta work on that one. Are we just supposed to watch soaps during class?
  • No real windows. I have jalousies that come down from the ceiling about 2 feet and will help circulate a little air, but it was pretty hot even at 10:30 this morning when I stopped in. But hey - we'll survive.
  • While I have a printer, it looks really flimsy and beat up. I will keep my fingers crossed that it survives the school year!
  • Not all my textbooks have appeared yet...but it's still early. Fingers crossed that they will somehow appear before school starts on August 4th.
  • I have no paper. That one should be easily rectified before the school year starts, too.
  • No CD player. Meh, not too big a deal. I can rig some speakers to the computer and use it's drive when I need to use music or other audio materials.
The Ugly
  • The walls. The walls of the room are scary and gross. They are hopelessly covered in gummy-glue type stuff, tape, and remnants of past teachers' attempts to decorate. The paint is peeling and it looks like the room hasn't been painted in a decade or two. I may host a painting party early on in the school year. I can't stand working in a place that looks like a garbage truck wrecked it and I think its insulting to students. They should have a clean, respectable environment for learning.
  • The teacher who used the classroom before hasn't removed all of his stuff, including two giant file cabinets. This is a major pet peeve of mine as I have left my previous two classrooms in very good condition. I removed all of my files and belongings and made sure that all books that wouldn't be used by the incoming teacher were moved to their correct new homes. On the upside, he left a giant un-opened box of granola bars in the teacher desk. If he doesn't come to claim his things, I will pitch most of it and keep the granola bars.
  • Last but not least, scary amounts of gum on the bottom of the tables. Par for the course, I suppose.


In sum, its not too bad. If I can get my hands on an LCD projector and a DVD/VCR, I can work on the rest and I'll be a happy teacher-camper. The room doesn't have much of a soul right now, but I will remedy that. It's gonna take a lot of work to fix it up, but it'll get done. Look for "after" pictures in the not so distant future!

View from just outside my classroom door.
When all else fails, it'll remind me I'm in Hawaii.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Bathroom Remodeling (#1 of 2) Completed!

At last, I'm posting the pictures of our the first of two bathrooms we are remodeling. I LOVE the new bathroom! Its so wonderful to shower and take baths in the redesigned/remodeled space. Hot baths in the jacuzzi tub with the windows open and the ceiling fan's light breeze are heavenly. In the picture above, you see the new double-sink vanity, new mirror, small medicine cabinet, etc. You can also see the custom wall/bookcase that George built - a great opportunity for him to use his carpentry skills.

Shower and jacuzzi tub and new window.

Shot of the bead board with towel racks and mermaid print above. I love this print! We've spend WAY too many hours looking for the perfect color towels to match. We have two sets of green towels in different shades. Neither is perfect, but they are both close enough.

Closer shot of the shower: movable show nozzle, marble tile, bench, built-in shelving, and glass bricks to add light.
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I believe the tile work that Rita helped with is in this shot. :-)

Closer shot of the ceiling - crown moulding, light fixture, and ceiling fan.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Why I Keep Going Back


If you're a regular reader of my blog, you've figured out that teaching is filled with a lot of heartbreak, stress, frustrations, catch-22s, and puzzling contradictory demands. You might wonder: what's the point? Why do I continue to show up day after day, when many days I just end up beating my head against the wall? Days like last Saturday are the reason and I want to share it with you.

If you haven't already heard the great news, Kahuku High & Intermediate School once again captured the state title at the Hawaii "We the People: the Citizen and the Constitution" competition. I had the honor and pleasure of coaching 16 bright and hardworking juniors and seniors on to victory. Of course, I was just a little piece of the picture. Many other teachers helped coach the students, professors from nearby universities and expert readers from across the country and even abroad played a part! Not to mention the countless teachers who taught students the reading, writing, and history skills needed just to BEGIN the We the People program. Still, I got to play a very special role with these students and for that I am grateful.

We began on our journey back in late July. Students began examining the foundations of our democracy. They examined and considered the philosophers whose ideas are at the roots of our governmental system. The studied the history that positioned America's founding fathers to write our Constitution mindful of the unique circumstances they faced. We continued for months to examine the roots and evolution of our founding document: the Constitutional Convention of 1787, the Bill of Rights that followed shortly thereafter, the emerging government, the changes came with the Civil War, the growth and industrialization of the nation of the 1800s, the Great Depression, the Civil Rights Era, and the changes of the September 11th generation. In fact, we WATCHED TOGETHER and considered as the nation opened another chapter in its history with the inauguration of the first African American president.

As part of this journey, back in November, students began examining specific in-depth questions about issues relating to our Constitution. Together we engaged in countless hours of research, thinking, drafting, writing, re-writing, more re-writing, defending, modifying, and strengthening of arguments. And then practicing, practicing, practicing.

At last the February 7th competition arrived. With months of preparation behind us, there was nothing left to do but for the team to head into the competition and execute what they had prepared for. And they did that beautifully.

The Kahuku team and fans relax
before the competition begins.


For those of you not familiar with the competition, students sit in teams of 3 and present a short opening statement on their topic to a panel of expert judges. And when I say experts, I mean experts. The competition judges are real-life Hawaii Supreme Court justices, appellate judges, historians, professors, and practicing attorneys. There is no faking an answer in front of this crowd. After the opening statements, judges grill the students on any point they like: history, philosophy, law, current events, hypothetical scenarios...whatever they want. And the students have no prior knowledge of what the judges will ask.

Kahuku's Unit 2 Team prepares
to impress the judges (which they did!).


In the face of the judges, the students performed beautifully. They gracefully answered the most challenging questions, showed detailed knowledge of the historical events surrounding the Constitution and its evolution, and even avoided the judges' occasional attempts to "trap" students to expose gaps in understanding.

After a grueling competition morning, we enjoyed lunch, and did our best to relax, knowing that the students really had given it their best. Several students commented that they just didn't know what else we could have done. Actually, I'm impressed with how chill this group stayed. They know how to have fun, even in times of anxiety.

Students play a makeshift game of "Spoons"
while they await competition results.

At last the award ceremony came. Butterflies filled our stomachs. Students tightly held each others' hands, closed their eyes, and hoped they would hear the words they wanted so desperately to hear. So much excitement after months and months of hard work. And at last, the speaker proudly announced that Kahuku would once again represent the State of Hawaii at the National We the People Competition in Washington, D.C.

Cheering, tears of joy, hugs, jumping up and down, followed by text messages and phone calls to friends and parents and other teachers. Even a full week after the victory, I am still riding a bit of the excitement and happiness that resulted from the team's hard work. It was undoubtedly the highlight of my teaching career thus far.
Students pose for a team photo with
the State-Champion plaque in hand.


Liberty and Justice for All is by itself a thing of beauty. I can hardly express what it means to me to be able to share it and guide students through the beautiful journey of our nation that is ever approaching the dream of "a more perfect union." I have no doubt that with their enthusiasm, the next generation of Americans will lead us closer and closer to that dream.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

The Patience for Seventh Graders


I've had a lot of frustration lately with my third-period 7th grade GENERAL social studies students. They misbehave. There are 33 of them. They ignore their work. Their reading ability is very weak. They lose their papers. I give them new ones. They lose those. They make me scream. They make my voice go scratchy from so much shouting over them. They make me crazy. They hate me. I wonder if I hate them. But its my job - and I care - so I keep going back. I try new tricks, I revise old tricks. I try incentives, I try scoldings. They write out their punishments. I give them points and prizes. Sometimes I wonder if I'm getting anywhere. I beg them to pay attention. I try to persuade them I want to help them, but I need their cooperation. Can they please cooperate? Pretty, pretty please?!? They give a mixed response. I leave class feeling like I have no clue what I'm doing. I wonder what can be done.

Fast-forward to my fourth-period 7th grade HONORS social studies students. They are angels. Seriously. They follow my directions. They work independently. They understand nuances of their readings. They pay attention. They make jokes at appropriate times rather than ALL the time. We laugh. We have fun. They spout off the details the day's lesson with ease. I leave class feeling like a great teacher.

Fast-forward to the evening. I'm grading papers. I'm grading my 7th grade HONORS papers. They did them all by themselves. The answers are correct. They spell the words correctly. The papers are beautiful.

Then I'm grading the 7th grade general papers. I walked them through the work, basically giving them the answers. But as I'm reading, I notice something. They really REALLY tried. I wrote answers on the board for them to copy onto their papers. They copied carefully. Their words are spelled correctly and every blank is completed. As much as they make me crazy, I have to acknowledge that with the very simple task, they tried. Its hard to guess how much they actually learned from copying answers and being fed everything. Still, the effort means something. I want to reward them and encourage them to press forward. I'm determined that they learn to READ their textbooks, not just learn from pictures and my explanations and dramatizations and dancing around the room. Words are power. Books are power. And I want them to have that power. HOW can I bridge this gap? How do I push them higher? And again has this simple task taught them ANYTHING?

These are the questions I ask myself every day when the bell rings at the end of 3rd period.

Here's to the hope that I'm getting through to them . . . somehow.