1. My Japanese parents, both musicians (shakuhachi and koto), experienced racism in the 1920s.

They were both musicians. My father studied the shakuhachi in Japan as a young man, and my mother studied with my aunt who taught the koto. So, the two of them would get together and practice. So, obviously, it was not only love at first site but also sharing of music, traditional music. But I remember, very strongly, my father relating to me the fact that he wanted to show off his bride-to-be to a friend a few miles out of Seattle on a farm. And they went on a train and but, on the way home, same ticket, two adult tickets, we were herded into a cattle car. And he said, “I’ve never forgotten that. It was the first time I’ve ever experienced anything like this. And I realized it was because of color, because of race.” And he said that stayed for a long time. But eventually, my aunt’s, my mother’s aunt’s husband passed away, and they decided to take his ashes to his family who lived in Los Angeles, and that’s how they came to be in Los Angeles.

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