Friday, November 6, 2009
Weedflower
Weedflower and The Bracelet
Like Sumiko, I was teased in school for being different. Sumiko was teased for her race, and I was teased because my family was poor. I grew up with many good friends in my neighborhood, but I did not know what a good friend really was until I met Ginni. If the Japanese would not have bombed Pearl Harbor, Sumiko would not have met an Indian boy named Frank, and if Katrina would not have hit, I would not have met Ginni. We both had to say goodbye to our friends in the end.
Emi reminded me of my friend, Sahara. She lived in my neighborhood, and we were really good friends. One day September 11th happened and idiots started to harass Sahara and her family. Sahara's family constantly had to pick trash off their lawn. Even though Sahara did not move to a concentration camp, her parents would not let her out play. They were afraid someone would try to hurt her. She was a prisoner in her own home. Eventually, her family could not take the abuse anymore and sold their house.
I never really understood what the Japanese-Americans' went through until now. I grew up knowing that the United States had concentration camps for the Japanese-Americans, but I did not care. They were not slaughtered like the Jews. I went through Katrina, so I know what type of mental toll it takes to be forced to leave everything behind. At least people were nice to the evacuees; Japanese-Americans faced a ton of racism.
Weedflower
The Party
Her blue dress rustled as she stepped onto the street.
She breathed deeply of the scent from her beautiful bunch of peach stock.
The maid looked surprised to see Sumiko but took her present and flowers.
Something kind of rolled across the room,
Silence.
Marsha’s mother was staring right at Sumiko.
She put out her hand. “I’m Marsha’s mother,” she said.
Sumiko smiled with relief.
She gushed, “Your house is beautiful!”
Marsha’s mother put her arm around Sumiko and moved her onto the front porch.
She’d scarcely had a chance to see the house.
Her eyes were kind.
She smiled so warmly,
Sumiko couldn’t help smiling even harder than she already was.
“Marsha didn’t tell me you were in her class.”
“It’s not me, dear, but my husband…”
“I just want you to understand that if it were up to me…”
And Sumiko realized that she was being uninvited.
She understood,
Sumiko stood on the porch with the cake.
The ballerina,
The music,
The door.
She was Humiliated Sumiko.
This is what it felt like to be lonely.
Weedflower
Weedflower
WeedFlower
Weedflower Response
The book Weedflower portrays Japanese Americans around the time of World War II in an accurate way. Many children, as well as adults, are unaware of how Japanese Americans were treated during this time. The book is a great work of historical fiction to be used in the classroom. Sumiko makes the most of her situations in life and finds outlets through flowers and a garden. The book focuses on her garden a lot when she is at the Japanese internment camp. Just like Sumiko’s flowers, she finds a hope in survival. She meets a Mohave boy and they develop a unique friendship. Weedflower is a great story to use as a read aloud in an upper elementary grades classroom. Fifth graders for example would love this book and feel a strong connection with Sumiko.
My favorite quote from Weedflower said by Sumiko’s cousin, Bull:
"In the world of change, you accept the changes that can't be helped. You suffer so you can learn, and you learn so you can be a better person in your next life."