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Last Names

Published by O. YUNOMI | Sunday, September 28, 2014 6:06 PM


Trigger (and blurb): "but I knew better" (152 words)


It annoyed me that my parents always
wanted to know last names,
especially if the person I was talking about
was a potential date.
I knew it was their way
of categorizing people.
“Plantation days are over,
we don’t live in separate camps,
it doesn’t matter if he’s Oriental
or what kind Oriental he is!”

I stopped short of saying
it especially shouldn’t matter
if he’s haole.
And I tried to avoid answering if they
actually asked me about nationality
(which is what we called it then),
child of the ’60s that I was.
“He’s a Taurus, he’s really nice.”

In those days, it was more important
to know someone’s astrological sign
than ethnicity.
To me.

Little did I know that,
in the next century,
I would be able to look up
old friends on the Internet
and even sometimes reconnect—
but not if I only remember
first names
and star signs.



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