never say you’ll never steer someone wrong. but know that this is subjective-when dream hampton speaks, i usually listen. i put this on my list when she tweeted about it in the fall (i think), and it was an absolute pleasure to read this family history at a moment when i was considering my motivations around honouring tradition while questioning inheritance for my character development for the musical. during this time, i saw the whistleblower and was inspired to contact an old women studies’ prof who is involved in the fight against global trafficking of humans, and we had a great email exchange about the pros and cons of that movie. i’m on hold for the book at the library (yes, i’ve re-activated my holds list) and the very first reading i ever did for her class was one complicating the idea of welcoming tourists and outsiders (like dole) in hawaii, which brings us back to this book; a leitmotif of which is tongues in cheeks, and quite a few teeth.
“Can’t even talk to ‘feminist’ professors…the ones who see local women as ‘minority women,’ abstracts. Never ask us about our rage. How we manage to get through the day without killing. Where do we live, how do we eat? And breathe? Come on home, bitch. I will show you things. I begin to cultivate a who-can-I-knock-down-look. I begin to understand oppression….” (194)
“We shared a life, a magnificent tapestry made up of scraps. When you’re only allowed the scraps, life burns deep into your soul, every word, every curve of light you see, is a sacrament. He was my life. The father of your mothers. I broke all the laws, risked everything, health, prison, dogging submarine torpedoes going to him in the war. He was my destination. He is still my destination. Where I go each month…” (331)