Showing posts with label hapa haole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hapa haole. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

A Celtic Samurai, A Hapa Haole, A MexiCali, An Afro Asian, And Hapa*Teez on YouTube


Aloha, Hip Hapa Homeez!

Have you checked out our Hapa*Teez video on YouTube? Remember to send us a photo of yourself wearing one of our t-shirts (which supports our Watermelon Sushi film) to be included in the new video we’re currently producing. Here's the old one:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBIMaJUljjI
Your Hip Hapa continues to be amazed by the many halfies, hapas, mixies and multi-cultis among us these days. Recently, while traveling long distance, I met an authentic ‘hapa haole’ named Meilani. ‘Hapa’ is Hawai’ian pidgin for ‘half’. ‘Ha-ole’ means literally ‘without sacred breath’—‘ha’ for breath expelled in front of Hawai’ian kings and ‘ole’ for nothing. The first visitors to Hawai’i were unaware of the custom so were thought to have no breath to expel. Children born to them and Native Hawai’ians were then called ‘hapa haole’—half ‘without sacred breath’.

Your Hip Hapa with Meilani
Besides being a writer and publisher, my new friend Meilani has a Kanaka Maoli (Native Hawai’ian) mother and Irish American father. Although she’d been living in the Northwest, she was headed back to her kama’aina (child of the land) roots and her mother. Another woman I met on my travels was MexiCali, half Mexican and half white growing up in California. Admittedly, she lived a more ‘white life’ due to lack of exposure to her other culture, which she’s now actively exploring. On this same trip, I also met with the intriguing Grace Etsuko Lee. An AfroAsian with a Japanese mother and a father from St. Croix, U.S. Virgin Islands, Grace has published a book about her life and is now involved in our War Brides of Japan documentary. More about Grace below.

More and more, we are living on a multi-culti planet filled with hapa haoles, MexiCalis, AfroAsians and Celtic Samurais like Stephen Murphy-Shigematsu, a consulting professor and published writer, who is this month’s featured Hip Hapa Homee. I first met Stephen at the Hapa Japan Conference 2011 in Berkeley where he was ‘talking story’.

Stephen's Mom and Dad
Q: Stephen, who are your parents and how did they meet?

A: My parents met in Tokyo after the war. So, I was born in Occupied Japan, as were my two older sisters. My father was a reluctant, former American soldier who had luckily never engaged in combat and had left the military as soon as he could. He remained in Japan and was working at GHQ, where MacArthur’s office was, when he met my mother. Somehow, my mother had managed to learn enough English during the war years as a college student to get a job as an interpreter. They shared a love of literature and music, and started dating and considered marriage. However, they encountered numerous roadblocks that delayed the legal aspects of marriage and, by the time I was born, they’d had two girls who, by the nationality laws, were born as Shigematsu, and Japanese. My parents were legally married when I was born so I became a Murphy, and an American. My grandparents were open-minded about all of this, and we lived with them in Tokyo from the time before my sisters were born. All they cared about, they told me, was that my dad respected them and my mother, and he did, so that was enough.

Q: How did you grow up?

The Shigematsu-Murphy's
A: My dad stayed in Japan eight years, but eventually wanted to return to the States. His parents, who had emigrated from Ireland, had died but he had sisters and brothers in Massachusetts so that’s where we went and settled. My Japanese grandparents were devastated to lose us, as my mother was an only child and we were their only grandchildren, but it seems that everyone thought that it was better to raise mixed-race kids in the U.S. Where we lived in Western Massachusetts was a hostile environment, but tolerable because we were only one Japanese family and no threat to anyone. I endured vicious treatment, but survived through my own resilience, my pride in being Japanese, and the support of friends.

While I never met any other Japanese or other Asians, my association with blacks in high school was crucial in helping me to get over the desire to be white. I became empowered as they were during the “Black Power” days and left the U.S. to re-embrace my roots on what became an extended journey of twenty years in which I became Japanese in every way, including naturalizing as a Japanese citizen and working for the Japanese government. In my own mind, I had always been Japanese and was simply rediscovering a “surrendered identity” and realizing my wholeness.

Q: How has teaching on two continents helped you to realize your own ethnic identity?

A: Becoming a counselor and teacher in both countries of my heritage has enriched my life beyond belief. I have been immersed in both cultures at the deepest and most intimate levels, nourishing me with “soul food”. I find myself in both places and embrace each for its contribution to my wholeness. Of course, in each I also find myself displaced and a stranger, and I must also deal with this, accepting a sense of homelessness and my position as a marginal person who brings something of value to each by virtue of who I am in relation to that culture.

Q: What about your involvement in teaching medicine?

A: My role in medicine is trying to bring together the areas of health humanities and cultural sensitivity. This means using cultural awareness as a means of keeping alive the human side of health care. To me, the focus on cultural differences can be a pathway to the realization that we need to remain open to the uniqueness of the person before us, whether this is in a clinical encounter or just on the street. We need to be cognizant of our limited ways of seeing others, in stereotypes, in quick judgments based on physical cues, and be mindful of overcoming these views so that we can empathize and engage with the individuals we encounter.
The Celtic Samurai

Q: Talk about your oral storytelling and The Celtic Samurai.

A: A few years ago I started to tell stories to a live audience. I called it The Celtic Samurai: A Boy's Transcultural Journey. Writing is a lonely job and I desired to get together with people in a more interactive way by connecting through telling our stories. I tell stories that are deeply personal, but also connect to the political so that they are not just my stories in a self-indulgent way, but are the stories of others as well. To me this is the challenge, to make it less ego-driven and more service-driven by offering a story that resonates with the stories of others. Storytelling is perhaps a mid-life transition from a pattern of reserved, self-deprecating behavior exacerbated by the inhibiting forces of racist treatment to a desire to take the stage, to present myself openly and authentically.

Q: What about your writing career?

Stephen today
A: Much of my work is still writing, which I find deeply rewarding in the sense that I believe we find meaning in life by discovering what we do well simply by virtue of who we are and then working hard at it. I can listen well and I can write so I listen to people’s stories and I write them down, asking myself what they meant to me in hopes that they mean something to someone else, too. I wrote a book of "clinical ethnographies" called Multicultural Encounters which were case narratives from my counseling practice with clients of diverse cultural backgrounds.

I also published it in Japanese and that is something I have valued doing. I published another book in Japanese, which translates as Amerasian Children: An Unknown Minority Problem.  I felt it was important to reach Japanese readers so I published with a trade press, which made the book available to the general public. It also led to a portion of the book being reprinted in a nationally used middle school social studies textbook introducing minorities and human rights.

I just completed a book called When Half is Whole. The image on the cover is a half moon. So the metaphor is rich and open to interpretation, but to me it shows the ways in which we are fragmented by society and lose touch with our wholeness. People see only part of who we are and assume that is all there is. In reality, there is much more than can be seen by the naked eye. Our own limitations prevent us from seeing all that exists, in ourselves and in others. So healing is a journey toward wholeness, connecting to, finding meaning in, realizing and embracing all of our parts and our inherent wholeness. I interviewed some extraordinary people and wrote their stories of how their ethnic identity plays a role in wellness.

I have another book coming out at the same time called Synergy, Healing and Empowerment. It applies the concept of synergy to education and health, integrating knowledge from traditional and modern sources to creative developments in which seemingly disparate parts come together in a whole that is greater than the sum of its parts. The book shows how synergy is expressed in identities and communities. Besides books, I write essays for academic journals about health and illness. I also have a blog I call Multicultural Family that is fun to write.


Q: And, you’re a consultant, too.

A: Yes, in a strange development that shows that life is stranger than fiction I have become a cultural trainer for the U.S Military. The still numerous and vast military bases in Japan employ thousands of Japanese and there are predictable problems between them and their American bosses. A few years back, the Marines identified me, because of my Japanese and American backgrounds and knowledge of cultural psychology, as an ideal person to work in bringing the two groups together. So that is what I do, basically teaching mutual respect and treating each other with dignity by modeling those value and behaviors. This is another meaningful way to use my background as Japanese and American.

Domo arrigatou gozaimasu, Stephen. 

Here are links to the Celtic Samurai’s website and blog:

His books:

His creds:

Your Hip Hapa with Grace Etsuko Lee
As for Grace, we’ll be interviewing her in the near future. In the interim, here are links to her website:


Finally, a shout-out to Pat S. for hosting, and for her Japanese Hawai’ian aloha. Mahalo nui loa, watashi-wa tomodachi.

Remember to join us at our Facebook Hip Hapa Homeez group page to discuss being mixed-race, multiethnic, interracially involved, transracially adopted and more. You can also join the Watermelon Sushi movement by “liking” our pages and checking out our various websites:


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Aloha nui loa until next month.

Your Hip Hapa,
Yayoi

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

The Hapa'ning Un-Hapa

Welcome back, Hip Hapa Homeez! With the approaching holidays about to effect its annual distractions on us, don’t forget about presents for your hapa friends and supporters. If you’re still searching for a hip gift, check out http://www.cafepress.com/hapateez


This week’s featured Hip Hapa Homee has been making noise about mixed-race issues for a while. In fact, Your Hip Hapa first became aware of Wei Ming Dariotis through a 1999 Mavin magazine article. Since she’s been forever in the mix--if you will--you know the sistah’s legit. In November 2010, Wei Ming will co-present the Critical Mixed Race Studies Conference in Chicago.


http://las.depaul.edu/cmrs


Ironically, Wei Ming has been outspoken about discontinuing the use of the word hapa to describe mixed-race Asians. If you’ve been reading this blog since its inception, then you know Your Hip Hapa advocates that all blendies of any mix, and even transracial adoptees, use hapa as a symbol of unity. Originally, Native Hawai’ians referred to their half European offspring as hapa haolehapa, a mispronunciation of the English word “half”; and, haole meaning “without ha, or the sacred breath” which is how they referred to foreigners who didn’t know their custom of expelling their last breath before their king. But as mixed-race Asians grew, they “borrowed” hapa to describe themselves. While Your Hip Hapa understands the pain of pillage Native Hawai’ians must feel, she also thinks that it’s too late to return the word to them. There are so few pure Native Hawai’ians anymore that we can better honor their culture by applying their word to everyone who is multiracial, and point to them as the best example of what being mixed is all about.


Be sure to read Wei Ming’s opinions about this issue in the links below. That’s her wearing her happy hapa smile above. And, a Q&A appears below:


Q: What’s a nice multiracial girl like you doing organizing a conference for mixies?


A: The Critical Mixed Race Studies Conference grew out of an idea I had for a two-week summer seminar for mixed race studies scholars. When Eric Hamako organized a weekend retreat for Mixed Race scholars and community activists in early Spring 2008, I met Laura Kina and Camilla Fojas, who became the co-organizers of what we decided to make an academic conference with a strong community component.


Q: What is your parents’ ethnic mix?


A: My mother is Chinese, and my father is Greek, Swedish, Scottish, English, German, and Pennsylvania Dutch.


Q: You had quite an upbringing—can you share your childhood adventures?


A: I was born in Australia. At two months, I traveled to Hong Kong and Bangkok to visit my Chinese grandmother and grandfather, respectively. At four months, I was living in India on an ashram in the Punjab with my parents. Eventually, we came back to the U.S. and settled, after a year with my grandmother near Seattle, in Northern California. When I was three, my mom and I divorced my dad and, after a brief incident in which my dad kidnapped me, my mom and I moved from Santa Cruz to San Francisco, so she could be around other Asians. She worked as a cocktail waitress, and we lived on welfare for about two years until she was able to pull us out of it. My father, meanwhile, refused to pay any child support. My mom is a first generation immigrant from Hong Kong, though her roots are Shanghainese. She'd come when she was 17, and at this point had been in the U.S. for about 10 years, so she still had trouble with English and had no support network. Eventually, she met a fourth-generation Chinese American, who became my stepfather. He was an architect and encouraged my mom to become a real estate agent, which she was so good at that she was, in the mid 1980s, one of the top commercial brokers in San Francisco. Meaning: I was able to go to the most expensive and exclusive private high school in the Bay Area; San Francisco University High School. It was a childhood with many contrasts.


Q: Tell us about your work.


A: I am an Assistant Professor of Asian American Studies at San Francisco State University. When I graduated from college at 21, I went immediately into a PhD program in English Lit, at University of California Santa Barbara, on a full scholarship. After grad school, I moved back to San Francisco and started working as a lecturer at various schools. Eventually, I was invited to apply for a position at San Francisco State University in Asian Americans of Mixed Heritage--a unique position that has not been duplicated in any other Asian American Studies program.


Q: You’re also a poet. Can you elaborate?


A: I've written poetry most of my life, in part because of the independent school I attended from 4th to 8th grade, Presidio Hill School, founded in 1919 on an anti-war curriculum by two sisters who were artists and poets. As a poet, however, I have often felt bound to confine my poems to specific foci--in other words, I wrote them like I write essays. After I was tenured, I felt I could open up and I began to play with language, with non-sense, and also with mixing different ideas together in one poem in a much looser way. As with my watercolor painting, I've begun to leave "white space" or "breathing room" in my poems.


The collection of poetry I am working on is a hybrid genre--poems with footnotes, bits of autobiographical narrative, and significant quotes from both my own writing and other authors are all included to make a kind of auto-poetical narrative, or what Fred Wah calls "bio-writing".


Here’s a link to a recording of me reading some of my poems:


http://www.dublit.com/node/2260


Q: What about your artwork?


A: I do large acrylic paintings as well as usually smaller watercolors. My work is focused on trees, self-portraits, and abstracts. I like to use purples, lavenders, and copper/gold/silver in my work. Lately, I've been painting green and blue-trunked trees against flaming skies. In this, I think I was influenced by several paintings by Chiura Obata in the permanent collection at the De Young Museum.


Q: Why does the following blurb appear in all of your emails?


“I am on a 10% FURLOUGH. This will affect the level of service you receive. FIGHT to support higher education in California!”


http://checkingeducation.com/petition


A: What is going on in California is that we need to roll back Prop 13 so we can fund education. It’s as simple as that.


Thank you, Wei Ming. Below are links to this hapa'ning Un-Hapa's many projects and thoughts.


http://www.mixedheritagecenter.org/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=1259&Itemid=34


http://www.mixedheritagecenter.org/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=718&Itemid=29


http://www.sfsu.edu/~news/experts/085.htm


http://www.hyphenmagazine.com/content/view/94/1/


http://books.google.com/books?id=VkAanbOCzUIC&pg=PA37&lpg=PA37&dq=wei+ming+dariotis&source=bl&ots=cTpDwqOu6M&sig=087jKHYaZR3nthaLT-z0hOB2Nag&hl=en&ei=n4ERS7mUB4iMtAP567HmAQ&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=4&ved=0CBAQ6AEwAzgK#v=onepage&q=wei%20ming%20dariotis&f=false


http://honoluluweekly.com/qanda/2009/04/critical-transformations/


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Until next week, here’s a wish for your holiday hapa-ness!


Your Hip Hapa,

Yayoi

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Sakura Seasoning

Yo, it's hana-mi (flower watching) time!

Last weekend, while pink petals fell like silent snowflakes from cherry trees lining the Seattle Center, I made my way over to its grounds. Just past the Experience Music Project (Microsoft partner Paul Allen's dedication to Jimi Hendrix), I found the Seattle Cherry Blossom Festival in full bloom (yeah, pun intended). A three-day cultural event sponsored by the Japanese Consulate, this matsuri is an annual shindig. But this year, besides the usual activities of dance, ikebana (flower arrangement), judo, kimono dressing, shodo (calligraphy), and taiko (drumming), the festival also featured a Hapa Booth.

A friend on the committee who knew of my passion for blendies invited me to help out at the Booth. So, for three days, I mixed and mingled with hapas, their parents or other relatives, and their friends. Through a whirlwind of exchanges, I felt a spiritual connection with so many multiracial folks who willingly shared their stories--some sad, some glad.

The Hapa Booth itself was simply decorated with photocopied pictures of mixed-race Japanese. After all, it was the Japanese Consulate's event so no other hapa Asians were featured. But that didn't deter hapas of all combos from approaching us to "talk story". Since the Japanese community has one of the highest out-marriage rates, numerous visitors started their sentences with, "My mother's Japanese and my father's..." Or, "My father's Japanese and my mother's..." And, the numbers of hapas hailing from Hawai'i clearly outnumbered everybody else.

Besides photos, there was also a laptop looping video clips of Jero's (with his obachan in pix here) performances. Although curiosity from those who'd never heard of him was strong, their interest sometimes bordered on incredulity, and I wondered if they saw him as a novelty rather than as a serious enka singer.

I also discovered that, unfortunately, a lot people still have a misconception about the word hapa. Many think that it describes someone who's half Asian. I know I've written this before, but hapa is simply the Hawai'ian mispronunciation of the English word half. Being limited to 12 alphabet letters, the Hawai'ian language does not provide phonetics that would permit a Native to say h-aaa-lll-fff, so the word was softened to ha-pa. Native Hawai'ian language also ends every word with a vowel so it would be impossible to say h-aaa-lll-fff anyway. Initially, when the first Europeans arrived on the islands, they were referred to as ha-ole, or "no ha". Ha is the sacred breath that was expelled before the Hawai'ian king, but Europeans didn't know that so they didn't do it. Thus, "no ha". Hapa haole were the offspring of Native Hawai'ian and European parents. These days, haole is pronounced by locals as "how-lee" and is sometimes used derogatorily against whites. But back in the day, even Princess Ka'iulani was hapa haole with a Native mother and Scottish father.

Besides trying to come up with a quick definition of hapa that was palatable to the surging crowd, I also dispensed information about mixed-race organizations to those requesting resources. It's all good and well to point to photos that show that the world is rapidly blurring its racial lines, but for those who are still having a rough go of it, it's nice to know that there are organizations out there for us. Shout-outs to MixedChicks.com and SwirlInc.org!

Among monoracial people drawn to the Hapa Booth, most of the responses were positive although some clearly appeared puzzled about the very notion of race mixing, or why it would even be celebrated or publicized. A board set up on an easel accompanied by post-it notes and pens invited comments from the audience. Some were ordinary; some profound. But one actually said, "Hapas? Get over it."

Well, the only thing this hapa is getting over tonight is finishing this blog post.

btw, in celebration of my upcoming birthday during the first week of May, I'm planning to add quick interviews with various hapas here on this blog. If you'd like me to talk to you, please drop me a line. It doesn't matter where you live, or what your combo flava is, I want to hear from you.

hiphapa@comcast.net

And, here's a reminder that our Watermelon Sushi producers are still on a talent search. If you haven't already sent us your DVD or headshot, it's not too late. Check out the breakdowns on the Hip Hapa Homeez group page on Facebook. And, sign up to join us while you're there.

Also, if you've purchased a Hapa*Teez t-shirt, let us know so we can give you credit for contributing.

Meanwhile, can you stand one more photo of cherry seasoning?

Your Hip Hapa,
Yayoi

Friday, March 28, 2008

AmerAsians, Blendies And Hapas

Speaking with a good friend tonight, I was moved by her declaration that she won't allow herself to be called hapa. That's cool. It's just not a word that she wants to identify with, and I'm okay with that.

A blend of Okinawan and African American, Eriko prefers the term AmerAsian. Again, I have no quarrel with her, but, personally, I prefer hapa because it's truly a non-word. As I've explained before, Native Hawai'ians had no concept of half of anything, but Europeans who arrived in their nation taught them the word. The way Native Hawai'ians pronounced it with their particular phonetics, half came out sounding like hapa. In Hawai'ian, every word ends with a vowel--much like in the Japanese language.

The word hapa was originally applied to the offspring of Native Hawai'ians and Europeans. Because the first Europeans landing on the islands didn't know the custom of bowing to the king and expelling their last breath, or ha, Hawai'ians felt they must not have any--breath, that is. Thus, the word haole was born. Ole means nothing, so the word ha-ole meant "he without breath". Although modern-day natives of Hawai'i (not necessarily Native Hawai'ians) mispronounce the word as "howlie" and use it derogatorily to describe a white person, it's original intention was to simply differentiate between those familiar with sacred Hawai'ian rituals and those who were not. Hapa haole then became the name Hawai'ians used to describe half European children.

Anyway, I'm repeating myself because I still feel like there should be one word that designates us as a group of multi-racially identified folks. Since hapa is a bastardized word anyway, I don't think it should belong to any one particular blend of people--like the half Asian and half white folks who mostly use it to describe themselves. In fact, I recently read an article in the LA Times where a reporter said the word hapa was Hawai'ian for half Asian and half white. Now, why would Native Hawai'ians even have a word for that particular mix of children?

It's pretty scary what passes for reporting these days. Just last week, the New York Times ran an op-ed piece written by a Jewish woman married to a Japanese American man. Her subject? What it means to be hapa. And, her expertise in the subject? Her daughter, a toddler, whose experiences as a mixed-race child provided the writer with all the insight she needed. She was, after all, her only resource. Now, I know if I wrote an op-ed piece about what it means to be Jewish, the New York Times would not only flatly refuse my article, but they'd probably ridicule me, too. Yet this writer, with no direct connection to being hapa, arrogantly told us multi-racial folks what it means to be mixed, and the paper actually published her piece--rife with errors, too, I should add.

Of course, I had to respond to that article, although I'm not confident that a newspaper printing such an inaccurate piece would even publish my rebuttal. If I don't hear anything by next week, I promise to publish my response here on this blog. And, that's a threat, New York Times!

But back to name-calling. I have another good friend who's African American and years ago, Darlene used the word "blendies" to describe some biracial people she knew. I thought that was cute.

Truthfully, I don't know what the answer is. As much as we hear the phrase "safety in numbers", I don't think we realize the power in the size of our group. If all mixed-race people worldwide came together, we'd be a force to be reckoned with.

Here's a quick quiz. I was trying to make a list earlier today of all the famous hapas--all clearly biracial people who are household names. Can you add to it?

Jimi Hendrix (Native American mother, African American father)
Bob Marley (black Jamaican mother, white British father)
August Wilson (white German father, African American mother)
Mariah Carey (white American mother, African Venezuelan father)

I'm sure there's more, but I'm off to cop some z's. There's me, above, a hip hapa Hapawood star! Join me by wearing a Hapa*Teez t-shirt claiming your identity. Go here: http://ww.cafepress.com/hapateez

Your Hip Hapa,
Yayoi