Showing posts with label Oregon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oregon. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Blissful, Brilliant, Busy, Biracial Broadcaster (And More!)

Howdy, Hip Hapa Homee pardners! If you’re wondering why Your Hip Hapa has suddenly acquired a ‘cowgirl’ accent, just wait until you read this week’s interview with Dmae Roberts. Actor, director, producer and writer, Dmae lives out West--still the wild, wild, West to some--where she’s heavily involved in the arts.


That’s her working above, and her links below:


Twitter: dmaeroberts


Blog:

http://fundingyourbliss.com/


Sites:

http://dmaeroberts.com/

http://crossingeast.org/

http://www.mediarites.org/

http://mixedraceworld.org/

http://stories1st.org/


Read on, pardners!


Q: What’s a nice multiracial girl like you doing living in Oregon?


A: Both my parents were survivors. My mom grew up in the ravaged countryside of Taiwan during World War II, and my dad was a child of Depression-era parents in dust bowl Oklahoma.


They experienced poverty on two different sides of the world. My dad lived the idyllic, though austere, farm life on 40 acres with parents who adored him. My mother suffered being sold to work as a bonded servant. It was a form of adoption in Asia in which the girl becomes a servant in the family and then marries the son so she never leaves the family. It was an abusive life for her and really shaped her insecurities and fear of abandonment, later on making her a difficult personality for our family.


My parents met when my dad was stationed in Taiwan a few years after the Korean War. He wanted to see the world and was trained to speak Russian, but switched his orders to Taiwan. I often wonder what made him want to do that and what would’ve happened if my parents had never met. I was born in Taipei Taiwan, and we lived in Japan until I was eight--when my dad quit the military. When we arrived in America, we moved around as my dad looked for work—to Reno Nevada, Boise Idaho, and Eugene Oregon.


We finally settled in Junction City, a rural town outside of Eugene, where my mom found work at a nearby plywood mill. The town was comprised of descendants of Scandinavian settlers who held a Scandinavian festival every summer that drew people from all over the state.


Q: Junction City Oregon sounds like some old West backwoods town. What was it like growing up biracial there?


A: I wouldn’t classify Junction City as the old West. I had some really great lifelong friends there that helped me to survive what otherwise was a dismal childhood. Still, I remember guns were pretty important to a lot of the guys at my school. Friends of my dad sometimes wore shirts that said: “The West wasn’t won with a registered gun.” They were the country folk who would also give you the shirt off your back and help you if your car broke down.


The people who I befriended were the “townies”, but some of them could be very racist, too. My brother fell victim to bullying and name-calling because he looked more Asian than I did. He was picked on and tormented by boys until he graduated from high school. That made him very shy and withdrawn and distrusting of others to this day. His experience with racism, plus my mother’s experiences working at the plywood mill where she was treated as a simple China doll by some of her male co-workers, really forged my commitment to fight racism through my art.


Q: How did you start producing radio shows?


A: At first I wanted to be an actor and a writer, but when I went to college I chose to major in journalism at the University of Oregon so I could make a living doing something other than manual labor at the cannery or plywood mill where I worked summers. That’s when I happened upon KLCC, a community radio station in Eugene. I fell in love with producing radio theatre and short creative art pieces for public radio. Back in the 80’s, it was artsy and new, and you didn’t need to do a direct tie-in to a breaking news story. Anything human, funny, odd or emotionally moving would be put on the air.


Before I graduated, I started selling my pieces to NPR. Then I began applying for grants to produce long-form documentaries. That led to me to producing Mei Mei, A Daughter’s Song--the most personal and artistic piece I’ve created--about my relationship with my mother. We went to Taiwan together when she hadn’t been back for 25 years. We had a tempestuous relationship going for months, sometimes years, not speaking to one another. She had a temper, and I inherited it. When we were in Taiwan, our relationship became more volatile, and I captured that in my recordings. Doing something that intensely personal didn’t help us. When she heard it, she quit speaking to me for a couple years. But because she didn’t read or write, it was the only way I could write a letter to her to let her know how I felt. In the long run it was healing, even if difficult.


When I moved to Portland after Mei Mei, I continued acting and writing stage plays and balanced both careers. Then I took over a non-profit called MediaRites that promoted projects about women and minorities, and turned it into a multicultural media and theatre production organization.


In the last few years, I felt like I needed to focus solely on radio so I endeavored to produce the first Asian American history series on public radio, Crossing East. That project took three years to raise nearly $400,000 and to produce eight hours of documentaries with 50 scholars, producers, musicians and actors. The series ran on 230 public radio stations and won the Peabody. It was a mega-project, and I’m still recovering from the stress of it.


Q: What's it like winning a Peabody Award--twice! You also won for Mei Mei, A Daughter's Song?


A: Some colleagues viewed the first Peabody as a fluke. For me, it capped off a traumatic year producing my most personal and creative documentary. Seventeen years later, I found out Crossing East won when emails congratulating me started flooding in. Yes, I had entered, but I didn’t think lightning would strike twice. I felt tremendous vindication by colleagues who acted coolly the first time. One had told me, “You can only do pieces about your mother for so long.” It felt good to have this acknowledgement that I didn’t win the first time because I was exploiting my mother or my being Asian. I’ve often felt that because I’m not visibly Asian to people that I shouldn’t be producing Asian work…like I haven’t earned that right. In fact, I waited a decade wondering when someone “more Asian” would produce an Asian American history series on public radio. When no one stepped up, I said, “Okay, it’s time!”


There’s great competition in the public radio world, and it has only increased. To win the Peabody twice means it wasn’t an accident or fluke—that it’s deserved. The icing on the cake that year was to win the United States Artist Fellowship of $50,000 that allowed me to take a year off to refresh my artistic life.


That led to my realization I needed to write my memoir expanding on the personal stories that began with Mei Mei. That’s what I’m working on now. And, it’s quite painful to go through all these emotions especially regarding the caretaking I did with my mom during her three-year fight against breast cancer that ended with her dying at home. But, I believe it’s a story that resonates with other people who are dealing with their aging parents now.


Q: I read about your mother's last night and how you cooked for her. Like your mother, mine made me cook, too, even though I hated it. Is it cultural--Asian women forcing domesticity on their daughters while spoiling their sons?


A: That’s a good reason why I don’t really enjoy cooking now. My husband, who’s a gourmet cook, really loves it and does all the cooking for us. I think a lot of men, especially those who enjoy cooking, didn’t have that job thrust upon them at a young age. I remember cleaning and doing chores when I was seven. Both my parents worked so it was important for me to learn how to help out.


By age 10, my younger brother and I were the original latchkey kids, and I was cooking during weekdays for the whole family. I knew how to make Euro-American classics such as pot roast, spaghetti, meatloaf, fried chicken as well as Asian foods like stir-fried vegetables, chow mein noodle—and sushi before it was trendy!


I considered it drudgery. Cooking was joyous, though, for my mom on the weekends. She loved to show off her skills and invite people over for dinner. When she had huge parties, I became the sous chef. She cooked in an intense storm of oil splattering and shouting orders at me to hand ingredients to her. Not pleasant.


Toward the end of her illness, she couldn’t cook and I believe that sent her on a downward spiral. On the last night of her life, I tried to make my mom an Asian dessert of boiled peanuts, but I used the wrong ones and my mom and I were sitting on her bed peeling tiny skins off the Spanish peanuts. It bonded us that night, and it made me long for more times of quiet like that before she got sick.


I’m a good utility cook now. Given a bunch of ingredients, I can usually make something decent. But do I enjoy it? Not so much. Strangely enough, when I talk about creating audio pieces and documentaries, I always use cooking metaphors. Hmmm. What’s up with that?


Q: You do so much. Which do you prefer--acting, directing, producing or writing?


A: I have a short attention span sometimes, so I like to do a multiple amount of things to keep fresh. I don’t tread the boards anymore with acting. I’ve never really enjoyed directing except for radio theatre. So writing and radio producing, some filmmaking and blogging make for nice changes for me.


I also have produced and hosted a live arts show every week for KBOO community radio here in Portland for the last 13 years. That can be time-consuming, but I really love serving a local community and getting to talk with artists. Also, arts coverage in print and broadcast media is limited so I’ve been proud to cover theater, dance, literary and media arts in Portland as well as nationally.


Q: Additionally, you have no less than five websites and a blog. What do you do for fun?


A: I’m happily married with a great supportive husband, and we have two twin tabby kitties. My hubby and I love to travel, but, otherwise, we tend to like to be homebodies when we’re not. I generally have a stack of books and movies nearby for fun. And, because I’m involved in the arts here in Portland, we frequently go out to theatre and dance productions. I’m not doing anything with the blog lately. I think I’ll be moving on from Funding Your Bliss. It was good for me to do to learn how to blog, but my interests are moving to other topics.


Twitter and social media fascinate me. It’s amazing how close you can feel to people you’ve never met and never talked to on the phone--some who have avatar images rather than real photos. That must be similar to how people felt relying on written notes and letters before electronic communication. I’m learning how to be a disseminator of info and content using these new tools. More and more, journalists and media producers will be their own little radio stations and news magazines focusing on their own beats. I’m trying to figure out how to make that work financially, too. Right now, it’s all free and breezy.


My focus in the next few months is on completing my book, and then I’ll see what other personal artistic projects I’d like to do. I’ll be helping a friend produce his six-hour Shakespeare documentaries for radio. That will take two years, so it’s going to be busy!


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Whoa! Hip Hapa Homee pardners, I’m jest plumb tired from reading about all the stuff Dmae does.


Another reason Your Hip Hapa has this Western accent tonight is in honor of Pernell Roberts, who played Adam Cartwright on the TV cowboy show, Bonanza. Roberts, no relation to Dmae, died on Monday. Media reports say that Roberts, who also had the lead role in Trapper John, M.D., marched with Dr. King from Selma to Montgomery and also walked away from the highly successful Bonanza series after declaring the network racist. Not only did he complain about the way Native American characters were portrayed, but when actress Marlo Thomas played a Chinese woman in yellowface, he was appalled. Roberts also made a case for the way NBC stereotyped Mexicans as banditos, Native Americans in the old West and, of course, the family’s Chinese houseboy, Hop Sing. Roberts, it seems, was also unhappy with what he saw as sexism and violence on the show. Truly, Pernell Roberts was a human of honor.


And, respect to activist/teacher Howard Zinn who penned A People’s History of the United States—one of the first to question Christopher Columbus' tag as a “discoverer of the New World”. Mr. Zinn passed away today.


If you like to be up on the news affecting biracial, multi-ethnic, mixed-race, multiracial folks or transracial adoptees, or cross cultural issues, please join our Hip Hapa Homeez group on Facebook where we post such information. While you’re on Facebook, sign up to be a fan of our Watermelon Sushi film, too. In any case, you will never receive a bunch of messages from us. We only ask for your support by signing up.


Finally, if you’d like to be a part of our film, your t-shirt purchase will earn you a rear crawl credit. Check it out here: http://www.cafepress.com/hapateez


Until next week, here’s to us from


Your Hip Hapa,

Yayoi

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Anzu, FGM v. MGM, And Upcoming Watermelon Sushi Events

Hey Hip Hapa Homeez,

I'm so hapa to hear from so many of you! As promised, each week I'll be posting stories and photos about you and your mixed-race experiences.

This week, allow me to introduce Anzu (aka Anzu Kristina Lawson). A very talented Los Angeles-based musician, actress and comedienne, Anzu is half Japanese and half Caucasian. Check out her story and accompanying pix, below:

"This is my parents', John and Keiko Lawson's, wedding photo taken in Japan. I was born seven months after it was taken. My dad was a G.I. stationed in Japan after the Korean war. My parents are divorced now. There was definitely a language barrier between them, but they managed to make two pretty cool daughters. My father fought prejudice because my mother was Japanese and Pearl Harbor was still fresh in people's minds, especially in Oregon. I remember my mother really craving Japanese food and having boxes of seaweed, noodles, pickled radish and condiments shipped from Japan by her relatives. Back in those days, they didn't have very many ethnic food stores like they do today. The ONE thing my parents had in common was that they both loved music. That passion was something they gave me, from both of them, besides their wonderful genes. I have a single out on itunes that is available under ANZU called TWO WRONGS. It's a rock duet featuring Sonny, the lead singer from the band P.O.D. (Columbia Records)."


Now, back to that FGM (First Generation Multi-racials, or Mulattos) v. MGM (Multi Generation Multi-racials) debate. Here's a response from Chancellor Files:

"I read the Watermelon Sushi World blog, and what Yayoi wrote about the FGM and MGM world that you (Kahlil Crawford) introduced her to. There are serious tensions between the two camps. I feel from what I’m seeing and hearing is that some FGM's are frustrated because there are light-skinned MGM's who look just as mulatto, and sometimes even lighter in complexion, than many biracials. They feel this helps FGM's remain seen as black because people are so used to seeing light-skinned MGM's.

Some FGM's are sad because light-skinned MGM's are lighter than some of them and, therefore, seen as mixed when the darker biracials are just seen as black first and mixed second. This is something that needs to be talked about among mixed-race people who are FGM's and MGM's.

This is why there is a forum so people can discuss these issues. This topic will come up eventually again, and it should."


And, still on that subject, I received the following from AllPeople Gifts:


"Hi Yayoi,


After having read your great article found at your website via the following link

http://watermelonsushiworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/susans-story-fgm-v-mgm-rain-brown-girl.html

in which you discussed the matter of MGM-Mixed and FGM-Mixed lineages, I thought you might be interested in learning about and becoming familiar with, as well as possibly joining, any or all of three (3) Mixed-Lineage discussion groups listed below.


Thus, we would like you to view this memo as a very cordial invitation to take a look at and to perhaps also consider joining and becoming a member (via either ‘active posting’ and/or ‘quiet perusal’) of any or all of the three (3) groups --- as we would be very honored to have you join in with us and our online communities."


The groups are as follows:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Generation-Mixed

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MGM-Mixed

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FGM-Mixed


Hey, Hip Hapa Homeez, we're getting close to the Mixed Roots Film and Literary Festival taking place in Los Angeles in June. Don't forget to stop by to check out our Mixed-Race Relationships panel including Sam Cacas, Sachiko Jackson and Ann Carli. If you'd like a program schedule, drop me an email at hiphapa@comcast.net


That same weekend, Watermelon Sushi producers will be auditioning talent for our film. If you haven't already sent us your reels, headshots and resumes, it's too late. But if you'd like to be considered for a role without auditioning, go to the Hip Hapa Homeez group on Facebook for breakdowns. Remember, rapper Miwa Lyric will be in the house!


Oh, and my good friend Amina asked that I post the following:


"Share your experience as a person of mixed heritage with MixedChild.com, an online community celebrating the achievements of multiracial people. All are welcome - from childhood experiences to dating, beauty, family and inspiration for your art/career– tell us your story!


Contact:

info@mixedchild.com


Please include your name, contact details (email or phone number) and best time to reach you . We can either arrange a phone interview or you can send us an essay written in first-person."


Until next time, I am and will always be...

Your Hip Hapa,

Yayoi

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Visitors

I admit I'm a consummate hostess. Back in the day, my sister and I would entertain rooms full of folks in our tiny one-bedroom apartment near Seattle's Lake Union. Thinking back now, I wonder if our neighbors suspected us of dealing drugs or being prostitutes because of our many visitors--mostly men--who'd stop by for a drink (usually coffee or something stronger) and a chat. Sometimes, one of them would scoop us up for a couple of games at a nearby pool hall. Other times, we'd go check out a Bruce Lee or Blaxploitation flick. And, still other times, we'd cruise to Seward Park for a jam session with my sister playing her twelve-string guitar.

In any case, more than loving to entertain, my sister and I loved being entertained. Our friends ranged from a naive white guy from Florida named Paul, who also played guitar and would duet with my sister, to a brother named Donzell whose cousin Goat was often the butt of his jokes. Donzell drove a Brougham and would take us dancing at various nightclubs until we'd finally stop for breakfast at an all-night Chinese restaurant on Broadway. There was Femi from Nigeria, Allan from L.A., and Darryl from round the way--my sister's classmates from the University. Interestingly, none of these men were quote unquote boyfriends, but rather acted as substitutes for the brothers that we lacked. Of the ladies, I remember Mila, a Filipina whose children all had black fathers. My sister's friends, Linda and Tien, were Japanese American and Vietnamese, respectively, and also had black husbands. Although not that common in the 1970's, interracial coupling between Asian Americans and blacks did happen. During this time, Asians weren't acceptable for marriage by whites, and most of the Asians we knew were either with other Asians or with blacks.

Just sharing stories with our friends helped shape our views of the world back then. In those days, before the Internet and instant exchanges, my sister and I often met new people in public places and through other friends. Each one had a tale to tell, and that's how we learned. Today, I meet people through every method imaginable. But my friendships are still just as rich and rewarding as ever.

This weekend, while I stayed with my mother, two friends notified me that they'd be in town so I invited them over.

Albert, an educator originally from Ghana, was driving from Oregon to Washington on his way to fly to a seminar in Maine. Although we'd been friends for years, we'd never met face to face before. Unfortunately, Albert arrived just as the NHK taiga series, Atsuhime, began. As any of my regular readers know, I am totally addicted to this show. I could hardly peel my eyes away from the screen as I instructed Albert where to sit and hang his coat. With the dog frantically pawing his legs, and my mother firing questions at him about his personal life, it was all my guest could do to maintain. My eyes glued to the TV screen, I'd periodically turn to look over my shoulder at Albert and explain the scene at the Ooku with Atsuhime and her ladies-in-waiting during the countdown of the Satsuma overtaking Edo castle. My mom's husband, in his failed attempt to be sociable, commented on how homely the real Atsuhime was compared to the actress playing her. As we ate the square wontons filled with vegetables that my mother made, she needlessly explained to Albert that they contained no meat because of my vegan diet. Observing their efforts to communicate, I served as an interpreter throughout. My mother doesn't speak Twee and Albert speaks no Japanese although two of his cousins live in Japan where they both have Japanese wives.

Shortly after Albert left to continue his trip, Heisue arrived. This young student from Seoul currently attends school in Boston and has undertaken an intensive project about Korean warbrides. Upon entering their living room, she bowed towards my mother and her husband, and we were all charmed. Proclaiming herself to be "global", Heisue told me the reason she spoke English with an American accent was because of "Sesame Street". Sipping green tea, Heisue and I discussed the importance of her work. Some of the warbrides she interviewed had been abandoned by their American military husbands once they arrived stateside. Yet they survived. We talked about how life had been for their mixed-race children with the additional burden of not having their own fathers in their lives. And, I took Heisue on a journey from the time before I was born, to my mother's early childhood. Even though my stories helped Heisue piece together her project, I was the one who felt cleansed. The communication between Heisue and my mother was fairly clear and they each spoke a few words of the other's language. When my mother remembered a Korean song, she began singing it and Heisue joined in. I wish I would've had my camera as it was one of those moments in life never to be repeated. Heisue was stunned that my Japanese mother knew all the lyrics to this very traditional Korean love song, and so was I. Then, my mother trotted out a calendar she's had forever featuring Korean models on each page. Like the time last year when she broke out the homemade kimchee for a mixed-race Korean friend, my mother was seriously trying to connect. Maybe that's where my sister and I inherited our penchant for making and keeping friends.

Above is a photo of one of the very first visitors I can remember--a fellow soldier and friend of my dad's in Germany.

In friendship forever...

Your Hip Hapa,
Yayoi