Det første jeg husker forståelse for, at der var en “forskel” mellem de japanske folk og de “English” blev overhører debatten raser om den forestående ægteskab en “hvid” boy and a Japanese girl.

Han var søn af den lokale bager, og hun var datter af en syerske. (min hukommelse tænker – Jeg var kun omkring lønklasse 4) De syntes meget glad for mig. He smiled at her a lot and his parents and her parents seemed to be friends.

Jeg husker min mor forsvare denne lykkelige par’ beslutning. She was outraged that there were some people who would glare at the couple or turn away when they walked by.

I know that they did marry and my wish is that they had a wonderful rich and happy life together.

Jeg er evigt taknemmelig for min mor, der, gennem handling og kloge ord, gave me a life long gift of the ability to honour diversity.

- Marilyn i BC