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The Japanese Canadian Monument

On October 3rd of this year, there will be a ceremony and unveiling of a Japanese Canadian Monument here in Victoria. It’s being built now on a patch of land just south of St. Anne’s Academy and across from Beacon Hill Park.

The monument will include almost 22,000 names of Japanese Canadians who were interned during World War II, along with the names of 3,000 children born during that internment.

It’s shocking that this even happened here in Canada, but it did. And even more shocking was that 77% of them were British subjects, and about 60% were actually born in Canada.

When I was growing up I had lots of Japanese kids as neighbourhood friends and classmates. That’s because I lived in an area of Richmond that was not far from the community of Steveston where there were a large number of Japanese families, mostly because of the fishing industry.

The story goes that in the late 1800’s, a Japanese fisherman who came to Steveston, noticed the high number of salmon in the Fraser River. He ended up writing a letter to the people of his village in Japan, inviting his fellow fishermen to join him, and many of them did.

Of course, there were lots of Japanese, Chinese, European, South Asian and other immigrants who came to Canada over many years and for different reasons. Even in my family — my mother was a Danish immigrant, as were my grandparents on my father’s side.

What I didn’t know about at first, was what many of my Japanese friends’ parents had gone through during the Second World War. And some of my teachers too. One of them told me how his father, who owned a logging company here on Vancouver Island, lost pretty much everything when he and his family were interned. My teacher didn’t really remember the camp because he was so young when they were there, but his older sibling did and never got over it.

The reasoning behind this internment was “national security”, but it was really more about racism and discrimination which ran rampant back then. Japanese fishermen were told by the government to turn in their boats, which were later sold. Of course, none of the money went to the fishers. The federal government also confiscated homes, personal items, businesses, everything, to supposedly “finance” the cost of their internment. There’s a lot more to it, but suffice it to say that it’s an ugly story all around.

After the war they were encouraged to voluntarily repatriate back to Japan or settle somewhere outside of B.C., away from the coast. They were pressured to give up their citizenry, and some of them did. I can’t say I blame them.

In 1988, Prime Minister Mulroney signed a Japanese Canadian Compensation agreement which included an apology and a redress payment to those who were affected and still survived. But how do you really make up for doing something like that to people?

The truth is that you can’t.

The other awful truth is that ignorance, discrimination and racism continues. Especially in some places.

Why can’t we be friends?

So I, for one, am going to show up to the unveiling of the Japanese Canadian Monument on October 3rd. I’m going to look for those old, familiar names from my childhood and whisper a silent “I’m sorry.”

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Note:  The Japanese Canadian Legacies Society says the Oct. 3 unveiling event is at capacity. “We look forward to welcoming members of the public to discover the monument in the weeks that follow, and to return to this permanent place of remembrance, reflection and community for generations to come.”

No News is Bad News

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The other week I got a message from my oldest daughter sadly mentioning the fire at Ricky’s All Day Grill here in Victoria, a restaurant we used to frequent every now and then when our girls were small. I immediately went to CHEK News’ website to find out about it.

What was curious to me was that my daughter knew about it before I did. I’m a news junkie myself and usually start my day reading the paper and perusing news websites.

So I asked her where she found out about it.

She told me that one of her coworkers saw the story on Facebook in a community called What The Hell Just Happened. Well, that was news to me.

It’s an interesting thing, where our adult children get their news and information these days.

When I was a kid (oh, here she goes!), there was radio and there was television. And, of course, there were newspapers. Radio would have more up-to-the-minute news, usually at the top of the hour. My parents always had the radio on.

My husband’s father was a radio announcer and a news director at various stations, so the radio was definitely always on in their house.

Typically, we would find our parents with their faces buried in the local paper every morning or evening, depending on when they had a chance to read it.

When our family got a television sometime in the 60’s, the news was something you watched at around 6pm every night. So as it turned out, you didn’t know about a lot of events that had happened in the rest of the world until that time.

And of course, during our parents’ youth, back from the 1920’s to the 40’s, sometimes it was weeks or months before they learned about what was going on somewhere else in the world.

Imagine that. Not knowing about a war or an earthquake somewhere far away until long after it had happened.

These days, we have tweets and videos immediately after, or right at the moment of something happening.

And as we have learned over the last few years, this leads to a lot of MIS-information. Sometimes it’s innocent, sometimes not.

This is exactly why we need to be able to trust who is giving us the information. Radio, television and newspaper reporters are trained to research the heck out of any information they pass on as news. Sometimes they get it wrong too, of course, but not for lack of trying.

Sadly, the trend these days appears to be fewer and fewer traditional sources, especially of local news. Smaller newspapers are shutting down everywhere, and television and radio stations are disappearing off their respective “dials”.

The recent news about the 1,300 positions being cut, and the selling or shuttering of 9 radio stations at Bell Media, is a shock. But then it’s not.

Business models are changing as the internet and social media are taking over. So the federal government has passed Bill C-18 in order to force companies like Meta and Google to pay for the news they allow and/or distribute on their platforms.

But now these very rich, mega companies are fighting back and threatening to block Canadian news from their websites. Heaven forbid they should share their gobs of money!

I mean, on the one hand, the advances in technology can be exciting. I read my paper digitally. I can even read the New York Times online because I have a library card from the Greater Victoria Public Library!

I can keep up with what’s happening by following local news accounts on social media. But I’ll watch it on TV too. Because I’m old. Make that “older”.

So is traditional news gathering on its way out? I sure hope not. Losing local news and dedicated, educated journalists and reporters is bad for all of us, young and old.

Which is why I’ll make a little adjustment to that age-old idiom.

No news is, in fact, “bad” news.