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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.”

IJ

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.”

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It’s Driving Me Crazy!

In the last few months I’ve been chauffeuring a family member to and from work, one day a week. It’s been a real eye opener to say the least.

Granted, I haven’t commuted for a long time because I worked from home for the last 35 years of my working life. And even when I did work elsewhere before that, I often just took the bus because it was a lot easier.

I mean, I drive, obviously. But usually just to get groceries and stuff. So let’s just say I’m not used to this driving-during-rush-hour thing. At all.

It’s been a shock to say the least, and exacerbated by all of the road work going on right now. The four-lanes-down-to-two, or two-lanes-down-to-one, or complete road closures. The stops and long waits for massive dump trucks or noisy tractors to s-l-o-w-l-y pass. And then there’s the Bay Street Bridge which was only open in one direction for a period of time. It has now re-opened, but what a mess THAT was. What could be next?

I’m so grateful I don’t have to drive every day. But there are so many people who do.

I was reading a story in the paper recently which stated that this summer commuting is going to get worse in Victoria. Worse?

Well, apparently the city has gotten behind in resurfacing existing roads, which is supposed to be done every 35 years or so. Never mind the damaged roads that have to be repaired and the infrastructure that has to be replaced. That’s on top of all of the new construction happening right now. EVERYWHERE.

And there are SO many more people on the roads compared to when we first moved here. The population of Greater Victoria has ballooned, especially, it seems, over the last 5 to 10 years. Add to that the fact that we have so many bike lanes now, taking up a lot of road space.

I know, I know. Everyone complains about bike lanes. Personally, I’m grateful for them when I’m cycling. And occasionally annoyed by them when I’m driving. What’s a girl to do??

Actually, I see a lot more people cycling to and from work and/or school now. And they are definitely beating car traffic! No wonder they have those smug looks on their faces…

The biggest shock for me is how people drive these days. Sure, I can understand the frustration with everything that’s going on. But making up rules just for you isn’t how it works.

Just so you know:

  1. You can’t use a left-turn lane just to pass the guy in front of you. It doesn’t work that way. I saw a motorcyclist do this twice on the Pat Bay Highway recently.
  2. Look up what a double yellow line means. That’s right! No passing. Again.
  3. That turn signal on your car? It’s not just there to add a splash of colour to your exterior. It’s to SIGNAL your intentions.
  4. Oh, yeah, and on that note, signally AFTER you’ve starting turning doesn’t count. Duh.
  5. Last but not least, tailgating isn’t going to make me go any faster. It isn’t. I’m stubborn that way. So back off.

Oh, sure, I can think of at least 139 more stupid driving stunts I’ve seen lately. But I don’t want to come across as one of those “nearly dead”s.

While we’re on the subject of commuting…how about taking the bus? Sure, you might have to leave home earlier and get home a little later. Okay, I can already hear you sputtering your excuses for not busing.

But it has become so convenient in so many ways.

You can pay your fare with your debit card now. And there’s an app that helps you keep track of when the buses are coming and going. How cool is that? Plus, the only person who has to worry about those other idiots on the road is the bus driver. You can chat to the guy next to you. Or watch YouTube videos all the way home. If you must.

As for my once-a-week commute, I’m definitely grateful for the polite and gracious drivers out there. They DO exist. In fact, I think I’m going to work on being more like that myself. As should we all.

Otherwise, we’re literally going to drive each other crazy!

IJ

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Put The Ballot In The Box, Eh?

I was in my early 20’s when someone I worked with convinced me to volunteer for a provincial party in an upcoming election. I had no idea what that really meant, but it sounded simple enough. Answer some phones, knock on a few doors.

So I went for it. A little bit of training as to how to approach people and what to say, and I was on my way.

I liked working in the campaign office, it was simple enough. The knocking on doors part was, well, a little more of an eye opener.

A lot of people weren’t home or didn’t answer, so I just pushed a leaflet through the mail slot. Easy. And of the ones who did answer the door, most were polite and at least took my leaflet.

But then there were the ones who had to, let’s just say “share” their ideas about the election and the candidates. There were a few who called me nasty names. And there were those who basically just slammed the door in my face. Yep, sometimes it’s rough out there for volunteers.

As I was growing up, whenever my my extended family got together for some occasion, the adult’s conversations would almost always centre around politics and current events. I can still hear the voices of my uncles rising and interjecting, not so much in anger, but maybe in small disagreement and definitely with passion.

One of my uncles ended up being an Associate Professor of Political Science at UBC, so it certainly ran in our blood.

That influence always encouraged me to vote, starting with the first election I was old enough to vote in. In my family there was nothing more important than filling out that ballot and stuffing it in the box. Even if you weren’t particularly inspired to do so, you just did it.

It almost feels like an understatement to say that this federal election has felt like no other in my lifetime. In our lifetimes. A couple of people I know have been volunteering for the first time ever. Here’s a toast to all of you election volunteers, by the way. You’re the best.

The advanced polls actually had line ups where I voted last Friday. I’ve never, ever seen that. There was a higher turnout for advanced voting than has ever been recorded in our country. That’s saying a lot.

Because of all of the unpredictable moves and threats from our neighbour to the south, suddenly Canada is united in a way that we’ve never experienced before. I see lots of people checking the labels in the grocery stores for Canadian products. Or Mexican or Italian. Anything but you-know-who.

“Elbows Up” t-shirts and “Proudly Made In Canada” signs are all over the place. The Canadian flag is flying everywhere while the American wine section in my local liquor store is proudly empty.

I’ve always felt the good fortune of being Canadian. Sure, we have our faults (sorry), and we don’t always agree. But that’s the whole point of being a democracy! We’re ALLOWED to disagree!

And, most importantly, we’re allowed to vote. Just imagine if we couldn’t do that.

There are a lot of other countries in the world rooting for us, supporting us, flying our flag. So on April 28th, as Canadians, all we have to do is one simple little thing: if you haven’t already done so, go and vote. Hop on this momentum and take it to the polls.

Because now, more than ever, it means everything.

Let’s put the ballot in the box, eh?

IJ