Kiyo's Story: A Japanese-American Family's Quest for the American Dream Hardcover – Apr 1 2009
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"Kiyo's Story is unforgettable."—Sacramento News & Review
"Touching . . . an important portrait of a shameful period in American history."—Kirkus Reviews
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They became nurses, scientists, secretaries, nurses, engineers. Five sons served in the military A daughter served as a Captain in the Air Force Nurse Corp. She tells the story of her family and remarkable father simply and lovingly. It is what it is...the story of a family who overcame almost unsurmountable odds and never gave up on America.
My father grieved and raged over the USA committing a human rights violation by dropping atomic weapons on CIVILIAN targets and killing innocent babies, toddlers, school kids, housewives, grandmas and grandpas, the handicapped, Downs Syndrome teens and other noncombatants (the Japanese had attacked Pearl Harbor- a military installation) and he equally grieved and raged over the treatment and incarceration and hatred of Japanese-Americans, noting that we were also fighting Germany and Italy but did not set up concentration camps for German-Americans and Italian-Americans. It was a clear case of racism and bigotry.
Daddy died over 20 years ago but he would have cried over this book just as I did. I loved this family and am one white Atheist who would have felt honored to be friends with these Japanese christians had I lived at the time all of this happened.
Kiyo has put a personal face and story to the racist confinement of Japanese Americans during World War 2. The book is so warm and loving, full of grace and class. This family is just classy in every way. They are a family like any other and their ethnicity should not be grounds for hatred and prejudice. I was absorbed in their personal story. This story is so inspiring and encouraging and shows what family life can be. This family loved and enjoyed one another and the parents showed such care to their kids and a wonderful example of work ethics and a love of education.
You will want to read this. It is heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time. You will come away feeling like you have just paid a visit to a pleasant family friend and you will grow emotionally for having had the pleasure. Every American child needs to have this book as required reading in high school.
See the reviews of Kiyo Sato's Dandelion Through the Crack, as all are equally pertinent to the new edition.
And I am lucky for doing so. Kiyo's tale is about family. There is history, much of the Japanese internment and Japanese-American relations (or lack thereof) in the 20th century. There is farming and hard work, the American dream perched on the backs of industrious and persistent immigrants, people with dedication, loyalty, and love--to their families, their dogs, their newly adopted nation, to any spot of land that could be called theirs.
More than inspiring. I felt encouraged to work harder, love deeper, and experience fuller. I will be a better father, tell my children more stories, work and play with them more. (Kiyo's mother and father were apparently some of the truest saints in this world.)
I finished this at 3:30 am, weeping. That's a little hard to admit, maybe, but I felt such a deep appreciation for people and family and love, life and living it. Potential. History under the asphalt, history for every person living or dead, told and untold, remembered and forgotten. This book is a gift to Kiyo's family. It's a history of good people, the best. I want to visit the very few remnants of their family farm near Mather Field, maybe find one of those long-abandoned almond trees in the high weedy grass and just sit under it, put my hands in the fallow red soil that was once turned fecund by the toils of gentle souls.