My need to think about Blackness in Asia goes far beyond the fact of my father being an African-American soldier stationed in Japan during the Korean War. It goes beyond anti-Black attitudes among Asians that I have experienced, and the anti-Asian attitude I have experienced among African-Americans today. I knew that a superficial and very American notion of anti-black racism in the United States would not do to understand my own place in history and the languages I would use to uncover and do my part to undo its power in the world.
My book: Dream of the Water Children: Memory and Mourning in the Black Pacific, is slated to be out in late spring 2016, in June. All is on schedule so far.
We are working on the layout and design right now, including the placement of the photos. I am also editing the Afterword section after the editor worked with it.
The Layout is beautiful! I thank Gabrielle David and the folks at 2Leaf Press for their very very hard work, their tenacity and dedication.
They walk their talk. A press dedicated to multicultural literature and education is rare! I am so happy with our work together, although as usual, it’s not all easy.
Within Every Woman . . . . . There is a Story. Yes.
This is a very important film. I am glad that it is made.
One of the best Asian-American literary journals in the United States is The Kartika Review.
It is a poem dedicated to my mother, who just passed away this past September.
The Chinese government and its corporations and trade industries, along with elites of many African nations (not all), have had relations for decades and centuries.
Kiyoko Kakinami Cloyd, born in 1929 in Suzhou (Soochow, China). Her mother was mixed-race / heritage of the aristocratic Wu Culture of Suzhou (Soochow), China who’s father was an Austrian missionary in China.
Lou Jing 娄婧, entered a nationally televised talent contest. She caused a sensation because she was the first Black-Chinese woman to be featured so prominently for all to see, out of the shadows of the nation of China.
Letter to Myself as a Newborn
by Kenji Liu
Thirty-two years ago. 4:12 pm. A forest, river and hospital.