Under the rising sun
The enemy came
Wearing my face.
And my face was changed forever.
Let us not repeat this part of history ever again.
Posted in December 7, Humanities, Peace, Uncategorized, war and peace, tagged December 7, Peace, Pearl Harbor on December 7, 2018| 6 Comments »
Under the rising sun
The enemy came
Wearing my face.
And my face was changed forever.
Let us not repeat this part of history ever again.
Posted in Hawaii, Memoirs, My Rants About Something, tagged December 7 1941 . 442nd and 100th Battalion of Hawaii, Kapoho: Memoir of a Modern Pompeii, Pearl Harbor on December 7, 2012| Leave a Comment »
A very young woman, perhaps in her 20’s, asked me today, “What do you think of today? It’s December 7th.” I told her I am consciously avoiding the subject because my public discussions in the past have resulted in negativism.
But when she said, growing up in the Mid-West, she didn’t even know of Pearl Harbor or of Hawaii until she read my Kapoho book, I felt I was being a coward by avoiding political views on December 7th. So here I am today, not as a victim but as a writer, remembering and sharing a part of history.
“Your primary responsibility as Japanese American citizens is
to promote and strengthen relations between Japan and the United States.
If, however, war breaks out between the two great powers of the Pacific,
you have only one choice and that is, to serve your country as loyal Americans.”
by Hiroshi Tahara, Principal of Papaikou Japanese Language School, mid 1930’s. Tahara died in internment camp in New Mexico, in 1945.
Pearl Harbor, 1941
Under the rising sun
The enemy came
Wearing my face.
from Kapoho: Memoir of a Modern Pompeii
Immediately, a new word was added to my childhood vocabulary.
Eh Jap
It claws my spine
Tearing skin.
It enters my body
To devour who I am.
What do you do
With Eh Jap
On your face?
I spit it out. Bull’s eye!
from Kapoho: Memoir of a Modern Pompeii
Rust
“Leave,” I beg you.
“Japan surrendered,
My ancestors were fried.
The Arizona is rusting
At the bottom of the bay.”
My mirror whispers in sorrow,
“I can’t let them go.
We are prisoners of our face.”
frances kakugawa, unpublished
Japanese Amerian soldiers from Hawaii during WW II
The 442nd and the 100th Battallion were the units from Hawaii.
Names of Japanese American soldiers from Hawaii, killed or lost in action.
Posted in Alzheimer's Disease, Caregiving, Dignity in Aging, Elder Care, Events, Hawaii, Memoirs, My Books, Poetry, tagged Alzheimer's support, Being Japanese, Breaking the Silence:A Caregiver's Voice, JApanese cultural center of Hawaii, Mosaic Moon: Caregiving Through Poetry, Pearl Harbor, Watermark Publishing, Wordsworth Dances the Waltz, Wordsworth the Poet, Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer on October 12, 2012| Leave a Comment »
The Japanese Cultural Center of Hawai’i and Watermark Publishing present a series of author readings and discussions with former educator and caregiving advocate Frances Kakugawa at the Japanese Cultural Center of Hawaii, 2454 S. Beretania St., on Sat., Nov. 10, 9:30am – 12:30pm.
9:30 – 10:00am – Kapoho presentation (Historical Gallery); Frances will read from her newest book, Kapoho: Memoir of a Modern Pompeii and speak on the experience of growing up Japanese-American after the bombing of Pearl Harbor 10:00 – 10:30am – Book signing at Author’s Table outside Gift Shop
10:30 – 11:00am – Aging With Dignity (Historical Gallery); Frances will read from her works on caregiving and address the topics of: easing the burdens of caregiving through creative writing, how to bring dignity back to the caregiving experience, and coping with Alzheimer’s for families and children
11:00 – 11:30am – Children’s book reading (Historical Gallery); Frances will read from her children’s books, Wordsworth the Poet, Wordsworth Dances the Waltz and her brand-new release, Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer! 11:30am – 12:30pm – Book signing at Author’s Table outside Gift Shop |
Posted in Events, My Books, tagged December 7, Hiroshima, Kapoho: Memoir of a Modern Pompeii, Memoir Writing, Pearl Harbor, Writing workshops on November 23, 2011| 3 Comments »
Join me in Hawai’i or send the news to anyone you know through the Coconut Wireless!
BOOK SIGNING SCHEDULE IN HAWAI’I
BOOK LAUNCH CELEBRATION
Wednesday, December 7 |6pm – 7:30pm
Native Books at Ward Warehouse
1050 Ala Moana Blvd.
Reading & Light Refreshments
(808) 596-8885
Saturday, December 10 | 11am – 12pm ( signing)
Barnes & Noble, Kahala Mall
4211 Waialae Ave.
(808) 737-3323
Saturday, December 17 | 11am – 1pm (reading&signing)
Book Gallery, Hilo
259 Keawe St.
(808) 935-4943
Saturday, December 17 | 3pm – 5pm ( lecture and book signing)
“A Writer’s Pen” Workshop—The Writing Process and Memoir Writing
East Hawaii Cultural Center, Hilo 141 Kalakaua St.
Sunday, December 18 | 1pm – 2pm ( signing)
Basically Books, Hilo
160 Kamehameha Ave.
(808) 961-0144
Posted in My Books, tagged Charles, Kapoho, Kilauea Volcano, Pearl Harbor, The Enemy Wore My Face on October 25, 2011| 7 Comments »
NEW BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT
I’m very excited about book #10 coming to you this Fall
Pre-order from : Watermark Publishing : sales@bookshawaii.net
or signed copies from the author herself: fhk@francesk.org
Or meet me in Hawaii and/or L.A./ Sacramento, for book launch: Info to follow soon.
Down town, Kapoho, before lava destroyed it all. The billiard pool, the store and theater run by generator.
Posted in Poetry, Thoughts, Musings, Things to Share, tagged California Writers' Club Sacramento, Frances Kakugawa, Peace, Pearl Harbor, Sacramento Peace Action, Sacramento Poetry Center, War on December 7, 2010| 2 Comments »
December 7, 2010
December 7, 1941
Pearl Harbor, 69 years ago in a little village in Hawaii:
Under the rising sun
The enemy came
Wearing my face.
Immediately after, a new word was added to my childhood
vocabulary:
Eh Jap
It claws my spine
Tearing skin.
It enters my body,
To devour who I am.
what do you do
With Eh Jap
On your face?
Spit it out! Bull’s eye!
Today, I see myself in the photos of children in the news media. The enemy continues to wear the faces of children who will add new words to their vocabulary. We live our double-edged lives. My face is their face and so it will always be. Unlike my grandmother, who could not separate herself from what had become the face of the enemy, I had a choice to make.
My name is either Hideko Frances Kakugawa or Frances Hideko Kakugawa, depending on what document I am holding. My birth certificate carries the name my parents gave me and tells one story. My Social Security card bears the American name first and tells another. Either way, the history of the young girl I would have become is gone. The only face that was left for me to wear was my own.
Portrait
A crayoned flag
Of Red, White, and Blue
Waves from a chopstick
Clutched in my hand.
In the other,
The Emperor’s chrysanthemum
On a rice paper fan
Covering half my face.
from my collection of short stories titled: The Enemy Wore My Face