Jinan: A Japanese American Story of Duty, Honor, and Family
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At age eighteen, with only five dollars in his pocket, little formal education, and no command of the English language, Sadao left Hiroshima. He boarded the Tatsuta Maru alone in 1936 and set sail for his birthplace--an otherwise foreign and faraway country he had left when he was three. In Los Angeles, Sadao would join his older brother, Tadashi.
Once reunited in LA, an unstoppable entrepreneurial drive would awaken within the Kajikawa brothers and lead to undreamed-of success. This fraternal force, born from unwavering filial piety and an invincible survival instinct, would sustain them throughout World War II, allow them to thrive once the Allies had declared victory, and withstand the virulently anti-Japanese climate of their native land.
Despite the injustice of Executive Order 9066 and the loss of loved ones when the nuclear bomb razed Hiroshima to the ground, Sadao maintained his determined humility, having sworn his family would never know the hunger and insecurity he experienced as an impoverished child in Japan.
Blurring definitions of homeland, in Jinan, Sadao describes how unbreakable family ties spanning two warring countries separated by the mighty Pacific allowed him to triumph over seemingly insurmountable odds. Sadao provides one man's intimate, cross-cultural account that breaks the model minority mold and reflects the diverse and quiet-but-indomitable voices of the Greatest Generation. His book is an inspiring and timeless testament to the power, promise, and potential of the immigrant experience.
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Jinan - Sadao Kajikawa
© 2019 Sadao Kajikawa
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ISBN-13: 978-0-692-19433-1 (print)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2018913760
To my wife, Sumiye
Through her unconditional support and dedication, we have been able to leave a legacy of happiness and education to our children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, one that we hope will stretch to future generations of the Kajikawa family.
Table of Contents
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Afterword by Akemi Jean Giovinazzo
Notes
ITHANK Lawrence Ineno for the countless hours he poured into this project. My family and I could not have asked for a more gifted and talented writer than Lawrence to entrust with my story.
My thanks go also to John Ineno for sacrificing so much of his personal time to embark on this journey with my family and me. He held our hands through the entire process, translating every step of the way and becoming truly invested in our family history.
Finally, I am most grateful to Tadashi Kajikawa for the courage and fortitude he exhibited leaving the comforts of home to pursue the American Dream and fulfill his filial obligations.
MY FATHER handed me a five-dollar bill. To my teenage self, this was foreign money; I never imagined that one day I would call this the currency of my homeland. When you have spent only the first two years of your life in your birthplace and the rest in another country, your definition of homeland becomes as malleable as the quietly shifting value of a dollar and as wide as the expansive sea separating your two worlds, a distance that would take fourteen days to cover, as I’d soon discover.
When I was seventeen, Goichi, my father, accompanied me from Hiroshima, where we lived, to Yokohama harbor. The thirteen-hour train ride required for southerners leaving the country rattled me along a domestic landlocked route. Even though this was my second time making this journey, it may as well have been my first. My only memory of my first passage, taken before I had even learned to speak, was formed from my parents’ second-hand accounts, stories that spared me from the harsh reality of their many sleepless nights caring for three children—two babies and one six-year-old—across a nearly half-month transpacific voyage.
In my father’s case, that particular journey was far from his first time crossing the Pacific. He traveled from Japan to the United States several times throughout his life. His first trip landed him in Hawaii in 1913, only thirteen years after the collection of islands had been declared a US territory through the Newlands Resolution and decades before 1959, when the Aloha State was established and Dwight D. Eisenhower ordered the fiftieth star be added to our nation’s flag. Goichi left his homeland in hopes of escaping the consequences of what he could not change: his birthday.
My father was born in 1882, or the fifteenth year of the Emperor Meiji, according to the Japanese imperial year calendar. His mother was Tsuni, and his father was Sadishichi. Goichi was the second oldest child among seven brothers. His status as second-born son, or jinan, guaranteed him a lowly position compared to the respect and right bestowed to his older brother and the firstborn son, or chonan.
While modern Japan is one of the world’s wealthiest and most advanced democracies on Earth, the country during my father’s lifetime was a dramatically different place. Japan maintained a rigid, society-wide sibling hierarchy characterized by a winner-take-all mentality. The chonan would inherit all his father’s assets and assume responsibility for the entire family. This role included caring for his elderly parents and the family’s ancestral tablets, which were limited to prominent members of the warrior and merchant classes. At that time, only men had legal status and could own land, and if the father possessed property or a business, the eldest son and his wife were expected to take over. Once the chonan reached marriage age, any potential bride and her family would understand the immense obligations and role she would have in her husband’s family, which weighed heavily on a parent’s approval of the match. If Japanese families were all or nothing when it came to their sibling pecking order, my father, only the second son in the roost, would have received breadcrumbs of the family’s financial support, if anything at all.
In addition, the Japan of his childhood was undergoing massive changes as it transitioned from a feudal society that had isolated itself from the rest of the world into a more open nation. The country was steaming toward rapid and chaotic modernization. In fact, Japan eventually emerged as the first non-Western nation to successfully industrialize. To fully shift from a small island-nation with limited natural resources and little energy-generating options that also wanted to be left alone to an ambitious and formidable regional power, the government needed to raise immense capital. In order to pay for its expansion, it heavily taxed the agriculatral sector and looked toward its workforce. Meanwhile, rampant food scarcity resulted in widespread suffering among the nation’s large population. By sending its citizens abroad as contract laborers, the government anticipated these men would send foreign currency home and prop up the nation’s economy.
So at thirty-one years old, Goichi Kajikawa left Japan. The subsistence-level living standards of living behind him and the mythic opportunity of the New World before him most likely fueled Goichi to seek a life unfettered by his homeland’s traditions of birth order. Unsatisfied with his lot, he made the eight-day journey to the sugar cane fields of Hawaii.
By then, the island’s sugar cane production thrived as it worked to sate North America’s growing sweet tooth. Sugar exports soared during California’s Gold Rush and then rose further in the US Civil War, when Confederate sugar was blocked from sweetening the Yankees’ fight for victory. With an indigenous farming population too small to meet growing sugar demand from the island’s massive North American trading partner, Hawaiian sugar cane oligarchs, all white males, searched outside their shores to meet their labor needs. In fact, from 1885 to 1924, over two hundred thousand Japanese laborers came to work on the islands’ plantations.
To extract the sweetness from the verdant raw materials, it required enormous infrastructure: deforestation and setting fire to fields of cane to burn off leaf material to facilitate factory processing, large-scale pesticide use, sugar cane’s insatiable appetite for hydration, and coal, iron, and wood required to fuel mills and the trains that transported the saccharine substance from field to factory. Plumes of smoke billowed from sugarcane fields, dyeing swaths of the tropical sky pitch black. Polluted images like these would never appear in travel brochures promoting this island paradise.
Transforming the fibrous, tall, and unwieldy grass into the pristine, sandy-white sweetener was a notoriously dangerous and labor-intensive process. For farmworkers, the day started at 4:00 a.m., when women prepared breakfast and lunch. At 5:00 a.m., the wake-up whistle signaled the start of the day for the men, and from then until 4:30 p.m., men and women worked under the sweltering Hawaiian sun or in steamy factories powered by raucous smoke-spewing machinery of the industrial age.
In the fields, the stalks grew high and dense, far taller than any malnourished, opportunity-seeking foreigner. Within the thicket of dense sugar cane, the towering lush stalks fenced laborers off from their scenic surroundings. But succumbing to claustrophobia wasn’t an option in this line of work. Before the onset of gas-powered farm equipment, humans cut the plants, stalk by stalk, and carried heavy, water-logged bundles of cane themselves or with the help of farm animals.
These stalks and smoke-clogged facilities were a testamant not only to industrial technologies but also to the changing faces of global human capital: thousands of migrant workers from all over the world. While English was ostensibly the plantation lingua franca, most workers didn’t speak it. And plantation bosses (called lunas) had little to no command of their employees’ wide-ranging mother tongues. Thus memorizing, let alone pronouncing correctly, the linguistically diverse range of names of their herd was something most lunas did not attempt. Instead, the personal identity of each worker was replaced by a nameless number, which was also necessary for workers to receive pay and make purchases.
Each worker was given a metal tag (called bango from the Japanese word for number
), worn around the neck to identify the person’s country of origin and stamped with a number. The bango’s shape told the lunas the person’s race: Hawaiian, Chinese, Japanese, Portuguese, Spanish, and more. Lunas were infamous for mistreating laborers, playing favorites, and enforcing their authority through physical and mental abuse. And the identification numbers served to separate the bango class from their privileged superiors.
Goichi worked in the plantations alongside Chinese, Japanese, Polynesian, Portuguese, Mexican, German, Norwegian, Spanish, Puerto Rican, Russian, Scottish, and Filipino immigrants. Each ethnic group lived in its own housing area. To create linguistic order in this tropical Tower of Babel, over time, the lunas and workers borrowed the foreign syntax and words they heard from each other. This heavily influenced the distinct Hawaiian pidgin English widely spoken on the islands today.
By the time my father landed in Hawaii, many well-established Japanese communities occupied the islands. Japanese immigrants first arrived in Hawaii in 1868, followed by hundreds of thousands of others, most working under multi-year contracts. But once Hawaii became a US territory on June 14, 1900, contract labor law, created under native Hawaiian rule, was instantly abolished. Many Japanese workers took their newfound freedom and followed the tales they heard of the opportunities that existed in the continental United States. They were no doubt swayed by the same lore of rivers flowing with gold that had seduced hopeful men and women from around the world to the West Coast, where gold fever had become a global contagion. Meanwhile, the mainland’s higher wages and better working conditions lured the more pragmatic among these dreamers. My father toiled for a year in Hawaii before seeking new opportunity in the mainland: specifically, Seattle.
The Chinese were the first Asians to migrate to Washington State. Most had come in the 1860s, initially in search of gold that had been discovered in eastern Washington, as well as to work in canneries and on railroad construction, farming, and logging. But the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882 permanently inhibited the growth of the Chinese population in Washington and resulted in a labor shortage, which created employment opportunities for Japanese men.
Upon arriving in Seattle in 1914, Goichi found a job in railroad construction. Similar to many of his cohorts, he combined his railroad work with farming in the Pacific Northwest’s growing agricultural sector. To his disappointment, the exhausting work required of both jobs was neither lucrative nor easier than toiling in Hawaii’s hot and humid sugar cane fields. And to further his dismay with his current lot in the land of opportunity, the woman from Japan that his parents arranged for him to marry never made her promised New World appearance.
At the time, many Japanese men of marriageable age living in the United States couldn’t afford to pay for travel back to Japan and thus counted on arranged nuptials, which originated in their homeland. The rules dictating ethnic purity on both sides of the Pacific made it virtually impossible for Asians to marry outside their country of origin. Anti-miscegenation laws in many states, combined with Japan’s insular mindset, which often even frowned upon marrying outside of one’s village let alone the country, and the dearth of eligible Japanese women living in Washington meant if Goichi were to find a wife, it would have to be through a proxy arrangement.
Under this matchmaking model, a go-between (nakodo in Japanese), worked on behalf of my father’s family to find him a wife. Typically, nakodo knew the family of the man or woman they were representing. The matchmakers would consult their list of eligible unmarried individuals to determine who would be the best fit, not only for the spouse-in-waiting but also and perhaps most importantly for that person’s family. The nakodo would make their selection based on the socio-economic status of the families, their backgrounds, and the individuals’ health and ages. The nakodo would also carry the suitor’s photo, which gave rise to the practice’s picture bride nickname.
In Goichi’s case, he came from a small village, and the nakodo no doubt had identified the young women in town who were of marriage age. For him, I sometimes wonder if the picture bride process was sans image, considering his cash-strapped conditions would have made it financially tough to raise funds for a photo shoot set in the rugged West.
If a match was made, the nakodo worked with the couple’s parents to arrange the marriage. Once the wife-to-be’s name was entered in the husband’s official family registry, the marriage was legally recognized in Japan. At this stage, Goichi’s wife would ostensibly pack her bags and head to the United States. I’ll never know where in the transpacific travel trajectory she called off the deal. What I do know is she didn’t show up at the dock, and thus Goichi married and divorced his first wife without ever meeting her. While he never described in detail any despondency, I can only imagine the degree of distress he must have felt, being spurned in such a significant way while living alone in a foreign country.
Economic opportunity in Seattle waned; in 1914, Goichi followed many of his Japanese peers and headed to Los Angeles. Japanese immigrants often traveled in waves at the time, following one another based on rumors of new opportunities and relying on one or two men who could speak broken English to navigate the group to their next destination. Hawaii to Seattle to Los Angeles was in fact a common itinerary for immigrants craving more possibilities, and Goichi felt the hunger pangs. The City of Angels, with its warm weather and booming agricultural industry and Japanese community, was an attractive next step. In fact, between 1910 to around 1955, Los Angeles was the nation’s top agricultural county. In addition, LA’s growing Japanese population, which became even larger after San Francisco’s devastating 1906 earthquake, evolved into Japanese enclaves in downtown, as well as in the Eastside’s Boyle Heights.
Los Angeles immediately delivered Goichi better fortune than Seattle; at thirty-three years old, his second nuptial attempt succeeded. His parents arranged another marriage between their second oldest and Kinuyo Kunishi, who was born and raised in Hiroshima. When she arrived in Los Angeles, she might have been surprised, as many picture brides were, that her husband was older than her twenty-one-year-old self. Then again, their gap of twelve years paled in comparison to what other unfortunate women experienced.
What’s old is new, and while the picture bride practice lost its luster decades ago, the dilemma these Japanese women faced posed problems similar to those of modern-day digital dating: Will the man I’m about to meet look the same as his online photo—or was his picture taken years ago? Does he really own the fancy car he’s sitting in and the beautiful house he’s standing in front of? Is that even him in the picture? Perhaps Japan, and its knack for innovation, was an early adopter in the universal practice of suitors visually misrepresenting themselves in the courting process. Sadly, many of these young