On the other side of the fence is the American who's been force-fed articles from the '90s and '80s on how Japanese discriminate against returnees. They take for granted that my daughter will be enrolled in an International School in an English bubble, insulated from that arduous, unforgiving system that tolerates only robotic memorization and conformity.
Adult returnees find themselves spurned by co-workers and neighbors for acting "too foreign." Their children are often harassed by schoolmates for being "too individualistic."
"They look at my background in Chicago and then they look at me and they say, 「
もう日本人じゃない。 」 ('You are no longer Japanese.')," says the 29-year-old Muranaka, a professional jazz pianist, composer and arranger. "Then I usually don't get hired."
Excuse me? Is the author of this article trying to imply that acting different (and by "different," I mean "foreign different," not "look at me! I'm a wild and crazy American but that's okay because I'm an in-duh-vidual!" different) in the United States is greeted with open arms? In what jazz club in the world would a musician be turned down because of individualism? Most likely this musician was turned down because he had a music background and was applying for a non-music related professional. But he can't be doing too badly, because he usually doesn't get hired. Which means he sometimes does gets hired. Newsflash, folks, getting hired is tough everywhere, in every country… even if you're qualified.
I'd like the author of the above judgmental article to don a cloak of invisibility and watch what happens on an American public elementary school playground. Kids assimilate and act like the rest of their classmates if they want to play and be accepted. Those that don't sit alone during recess with a toy or shoveling sand by themselves.
I'm not saying it's right. I'd love a society where all cultures could interact seamlessly without compromise. But it doesn't happen. Not in Japan — though it's getting much better. And certainly not in the United States — which is better than most countries, but is certainly no shining model for other countries to emulate.
Many of the U.S. based articles I've read usually contain three themes:
- The parents/children complain that their behavior in the U.S. is not accepted carte blanche in Japan.
- Their U.S. behavior is universally acceptable in all cultures and situations, because the U.S. is global and U.S. individualism is an international standard.
- Japan is a stifling society where the slightest hint of indivuality is met with scorn and everyone else acts like robots. The adage "Japanese say 'The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.'" is particularly popular in these articles.
Every non-American kid that grows up in the U.S. suburbia knows that if you want friends, you better Act American. Parents raising their Asian-American children fret on how difficult it is to get their teenage children to accept their parents culture. I've heard first-generation mothers of Asian-American kids use terms such as "banana" and "twinkie" (yellow on the outside, white on the inside) amongst their peers when complaining about how their child refuses to learn their language or eat their food.
As a child, I had many, many friends who were Asian-American. Asian-Americans comprised of close to 15% of the population of my suburban junior and senior high schools. I'm sure many Americans who live in metropolises like L.A. and N.Y.C. will laugh at that low percentage, but considering that I could count that number of black kids in my high school on one hand, Asian-Americans represented the largest contingent of non-white kids.
For the most part, there were little to no incidents of racial non-harmony during my days. And that's probably because, aside from their skin color and last name, it was really difficult to put your finger on anything that was not "American" about our largest minority. No special lunches brought to school. No special (read: non-Christian) religions. No special customs or clothes. And definitely no non-English conversation — even among a group of all-Chinese or all-Korean or all-Japanese. Sometimes when we went over to their houses, their mother or father would bark something to them in their mother tongue. The Asian-American kid would often either pretend he/she didn't hear them, feign (were they faking? I don't know) minimal comprehension ("I think she wants me to clean my room.") or if acknowledgment was mandatory, they'd reply back to the CJKV in English. Sure, the Asian-American kids studied and got good grades like the stereotype … but this didn't stand out in our school district, which was for the most part affluent and the vast majority of the kids were college-bound.
Even the 1.5 generation kids kids had the high-school survival smarts to know that displaying your heritage at home is one thing, but it is something to best be left at home before going to the cruel and judgmental world of high school, where clique rule. When you compare the hours spent amongst those of your own heritage compared to the hours spent with your friends surrounded by Americana, it's easy to see which part of ones culture gets the most enriching and emphasis.
It's this reason that I made sure my American-born daughter who lived the first five years of her life in the American South was immersed in as deep of a Japanese environment as possible:
- Only Japanese in the house (and that includes me, even though it's not my native language). And Japanese customs in the house. A
炬燵 (a low table with an electric heater underneath and a comforter blanket around the perimeter) in the living room (finding one that works on 120V electricity was a challenge). No shoes in the house. Though my extended family seems to think the "five-second rule" applies: if you forget something on the way out, it's okay to dash in the house with shoes to retrieve it so long as your feet are in contact with the floor for five seconds or less. - Only Japanese food in the house. That meant buying lots of equipment that was relatively "exotic" in North Carolina: hot water pots and fancy rice cookers to
鉄板焼 (large hot plates for grilling thin sliced meats and vegetables) andたこ焼器 (fried octopus ball grill). Even though RTP has only one Japanese grocery, our pantry was stocked almost exclusively with Japanese ingredients. Except for one jar of peanut butter. Which nobody ate. I think it was a gift. - My daughter had a fairly large collection of Japanese story books for bedtime. Because I read Japanese at about 50% of the speed of a native and I too had bedtime reading duties, the other 50% of her collection was in English. If she picked a Japanese book at bedtime: Mom's turn to read. If she picked an English book: Dad's turn. When we pampered/spoiled our kid with treats, it was Japanese treats: Pocky.
- Japanese television. We invested a lot of money in a specialized satellite dish to get exactly the only Japanese channel in North America. Because the channel tended to be heavily on educational and public programming, we'd supplement with videotapes rented from the Japanese grocery and Japanese-import DVDs and games that we'd play on our special region-free DVD player and mod-chipped Playstation 2. The heavy diet of Japanese TV caused my daughter to identify heavily with Japanese pop-culture, preferring characters and toys which the kids in her preschool were unfamiliar with. She most likely would have found little common ground if it weren't for Disney and Pixar.
It certainly would have been a lot easier for as to give her the "Japan light" experience. That is, raise her as a "Japanese-American" or the generic "Asian-American." Americans love a little dash of internationalism in their friends. Fusion foods like California rolls are okay. Real Japanese sushi, other than tuna, is raw and dangerous and gross. "Did you really live in country for χ years?" the cocktail party crowd will ask. They will want an amusing fifteen to thirty second anecdote summarizing your life-changing experience. Anything international longer than 30 seconds is tolerated only by the crowd that regularly watches movies with subtitles. In the United States, that's not a lot of people.