10 Million Against Me

I still remember the eyes of the belligerent, old lady piercing through me with disgust. “Go back to your country, you Japanese bitch.” She called me a bitch in front of strangers passing by in the street. Listening to the tsunami of such vulgar words, I stood frozen in time, seared with an embarrassment that I had never felt in my life. I wanted to scream back at her. Tell her I was doing the right thing for my own country. But not a single word escaped my mouth as the lady continued to look down on me, with cold condescension. Soon, I tasted the salty tears streaming down my cheeks, lowered my head to avoid the weird stares people were giving me, and grasped my picket sign with a firmer grip. It was one of those unusual days of August, 2015, the day when over 10 million people of Seoul, the city I truly love, turned back against me. It was the day I declared with an unwavering voice: “I am Korean, and I love Japanese people.”

Kota called me on the day he came back to Korea for summer. He asked me to meet him at a café nearby to chat as usual. Kota was one of the few people with whom I could openly share my stories, not just because he was a nice person in nature, but also because he had been my friend for 12 solid years, since my childhood in Chiba, Japan. He was always there for me back in Japan when I was one of the few foreigners in town, and even in Korea where I had a hard time finding my true identity between the two distinct cultures. Just like me, with my Japanese grandmother, Kota also had a family with members from both. There was so much common in our lives. That day when he arrived in Seoul, I soon found myself excitedly heading to our rendez-vous, wondering about just how much time we would be able to spend together, for we had so much to catch up. As I took a step into the café, I found Kota right away, and our animated conversation began immediately. In the middle of the hour-long talk, Kota took a pause with a slightly serious look and changed the subject. “You know what, Jimin. I was wondering if people like you and me could do something to make a change.” He continued, “You know—to improve relations between Korea and Japan.” While I gave him a confused look, he started to explain what he had realized through a number of encounters with people from both places. Both Korea and Japan suffer from anti-Japanese and anti-Korean sentiments respectively that stem from decades-long political disputes. Since the Japanese colonization in Korea during WW2, Korea has argued that the Japanese government needs to apologize for its wrongdoings such as drastically massacring the majority of population and forcing a number of Korean women called ‘comfort women’ into sex slavery for the Japanese army. However, the Japanese government did not make any official apology for its wartime atrocities. Such irresponsibility outraged the Korean public, creating a sense of hatred that has been passed down through generations. Even now, a majority of Koreans hold prejudices against Japan and rule out any effort to start a conversation between the two nations.

Just as what Kota told me, I have experienced the seemingly unbreakable wall of prejudices between the two countries. As a quarter-Japanese Korean, I have had numerous moments in which I had to confront people caught up in the distorted images of the two countries. In 8th grade, a boy in my history class publicly humiliated me in front of the whole class by calling me a Japanese monkey when discussing the imperialist period. There was also a professor from a prestigious university in Seoul who argued that the Japanese were all merely trying to bury their faults in the past, without any evidence to support his theory, at a famous conference I participated in. My closest neighbor in Japan unconsciously implied that most Koreans are radical extremists who never make any effort to solve the political disagreement between the two countries. All these first-hand experiences as a person with dual backgrounds made me nod to Kota’s story without thinking twice. I knew that someone had to take the initiative to spread the idea that we should stop judging others by their nationalities and move past the prejudice that hinders true development. I knew that the closed attitudes we have towards each other do not better the situation, making it much more unlikely to recover from the various conflicts that ought to be resolved for the better future. The in-depth conversation with Kota blew a sense of courage into me. I realized that I was not the only one who felt the serious need for a difference. I felt the responsibility to serve as the bridge between the people from the two different places as someone well aware of both cultures, and I realized that I should be the one to take the first step for a positive change. So after nodding my head once again, I said to Kota, “Let’s do this.”

For the next few weeks, the I contemplated ways to effectively increase awareness of the prejudices prevalent in our society. After days of organizing ideas we had conjured up, we came up with the idea to join the ‘AND Project’ on Facebook, a social media movement that aims to bridge people from Korea and Japan. It was a brand new movement that was originally founded by Ackey and Yumiko, two graduate students in Japan, and I was able to join them as a co-organizer. The basic idea was to create an online page in which people from both countries could build friendships by posting images of themselves holding signs that say, “I am Korean, and I love Japanese people.” or “I am Japanese, and I love Korean people.” We believed that genuine cultural exchanges occurred in the process of developing true friendships with others with an open mind, and hoped that our online page could create a platform through which true understanding between the two cultures could bloom. I still remember the click I made to officially publish the post online for the very first time, full of anticipation, wondering what responses would return.

It was more interesting than expected to see how people reacted to posts and messages on the AND project. One day, I found myself looking at our Facebook page and yelping out of pure disbelief that we had reached more than 200 likes in a month. Not only did we attract attention worldwide, but we also got messages from a variety of people, transcending generations and nationalities, ranging from a Korean high school student eager to make Japanese friends to a Polish businessman impressed by the social movement happening on the other side of the world. A college student from Israel even sent us a message asking if he could benchmark our idea for his program for rehabilitating the bilateral relationship between Israel and Palestine. I could hardly believe what was happening, for just one month had passed since the launch of the project. Watching people trying to become more engaged in our project and communicating with others, people whom they would have not befriended otherwise, I started to realize what people really needed: a chance to get to know each other and become true friends through constant interaction. Until then, I was confident that our project was making a positive difference.

After months of continuing our efforts online, Kota and I decided to organize an off-line campaign in Myeong-dong, a popular place for tourists in Seoul. We planned to create a booth with posters and pickets that say, “I’m Korean, and I love Japanese people”, along the street where hundreds of people passed by. Our goal was to voice our opinions in a public place where various people got together so that we could share our stories and ideas in person. Days flew by, and we prepared pamphlets and postcards beautifully decorated by Korean and Japanese high school students willing to support our project. Finally, the day came. We first arrived at our booth, carefully laid our posters on a single leg table covered with a banner, and prepared to start our new campaign. As our project had gone viral online, I was confident that our campaign at Myeong-dong would also become popular, and that there would be quite a number of people who would be willing to tear down xenophobia barriers. However, it did not take long for me to face the most insulting, disparaging moment of my short life. Hundreds…Thousands of people all seemed to be busily heading to their destinations, without any interest in the teenage girl holding pickets and posters in her hand. “Does anyone want to be friends with people in the other parts of the world?” I shouted. All that answered me was the buzzing sound of a nearby construction site. Hardly anyone gave me a single glance, except for several kids who seemed intrigued by our childish logo and postcards.

Soon, I found an old lady approaching us, strutting toward our booth. She grabbed one of our pamphlets, skimmed through our posters, and frowned. In a few seconds, she screeched, “Do you guys ever read the news?” She shouted, “Well, you must know how we’ve suffered for centuries because of Japan. No matter what, Japan is bad. We must not forget what they have done to us.” As she finished, I tried to explain to her that we should still move on from the past. I added a tiny voice. “But I mean…”

“Aren’t you shameful of what you are doing? Go back to your country, you Japanese bitch.” She completely cut me off without giving me a chance to persuade her. And there I was, tongue-tied, deeply hurt by her striking words. The campaign was an obvious failure. I left right away, crying all the way back home. I kept wondering why it had seemed impossible to confront the old lady at the moment. It was not the threat of her forceful words, nor the mere humiliation I experienced in front of hundreds of strangers. It was rather due to the genuine fear that the majority of people in the world were refusing to embrace others, to get to truly know each other, and to listen to the voices of people who try to enact a change. Just as how 10 million population of Seoul rejected me, people do not always listen to the voices of the few, and it is definitely more than difficult to influence the mindset of people who have already lived with bias embedded in their lives. However, someone needs the courage to shout out loud, “Listen.”

It took me months to acknowledge the fact that I needed the courage to stand up to people, even if they refused to listen to me. I needed to reassure myself that although it is certainly difficult to become the true activist who imposes a change on the society, I could definitely become that activist if I could confront every possible obstacle, even if all 10 million inhabitants of Seoul I love rejected me. I opened my laptop again, logged into Facebook, skimmed through our posts, and convinced myself once more to keep trying. For I believe with all my heart that there will come a time when Koreans and Japanese become true friends and proudly say, “We love each other.”

Sendai, the city of harmony and nature

Probably the best part of speaking four languages at an advanced to native level is that I am able to be involved in a variety of activities that connect one culture to another. One of such opportunities was to translate a Japanese website into Korean and introduce Japanese cultural heritages and history to Korean web-users. Since a few months ago, I’ve been proofreading Korean translations of Sendai Tourism Website.

Sendai is an economic and cultural center of Japan. Located in the Tohoku (northeastern) region, Sendai is one of the most famous modern cities that has the perfect harmony with nature. Hirose river that runs through central Sendai and lush Zelkova trees that line the city represent amazing scenery of the city. Every year, a number of tourists visit Sendai, intrigued by Jozenji street full of Zelkova street and Jogi Noyorai that embodies the history of Japan. Sendai is also famous for its hot springs such as Akiu and Sakunami resorting near downtown Sendai. Hotels and Japanese traditional inns (Ryokan) offer comfortable big baths along with beautiful scenery.

Want to get to know more about Sendai? Please take a look at Sendai Tourism Website!

“It’s not the Sea of Japan. It’s the East Sea.”

“As you guys can see on the map, the Korean peninsula here was divided between a Soviet-blacked government in the North and an American-blacked government in the South…” It was another typical day at Episcopal, and I was sitting in my AP US History class, gazing at the map on the screen. Mr. Reynolds was pointing at a map that shows the Korean peninsula, the place where I come from, while explaining the containment policy during the Cold War. I was a bit zoning out at first, but something caught up my attention right away. The map on the screen said the body of water besides the Korean peninsula is the ‘Sea of Japan’, not the ‘East Sea’. It is one of the ongoing geopolitical disputes between Korea and Japan that has been continued since the world wars in the 20th century in the wake of Japanese imperialism. I clearly knew that the map was misrepresenting the name of the hotly disputed region. Soon followed the moment I raised my hand and shouted out loud in the middle of the class, “It’s not the Sea of Japan. It’s the East Sea.”

There is a decades-long history behind the high-stake struggle between the two Asian powers over the names of the body of water located between Korea and Japan. The Korean government has asserted that Koreans have used the name ‘East Sea’ for over two thousand years, even 700 years before Japan was officially adopted as a country name. It is also claimed that the body of water was started to be referred to the ‘Sea of Japan’ since the Japanese annexation of Korea in the early 20th century. Despite of the Korean government’s claim that its name has a greater historical legitimacy than that of Japan, the region has been known internationally as the Sea of Japan since the 17th century with most international bodies, including the United Nations, using the name today. The government and grassroots organizations, aiming for redressing misrepresentation of history, have endeavored to persuade the international community to recognize the name ‘East Sea’ as the official nomenclature of the sea area. The effort did make a change in some places, such as Virginia. In April 2014, the Virginia House of Delegates passed legislation that requires textbooks to include both names by a wide margin. This change was finally made due to the endless effort of Korean Americans in the state to push state legislatures to rename the sea. Yet, official publications produced by a number of  international communities are still in need of reform.

I started to wonder how many more times I would encounter such misrepresentation of Korean territory and history and how many of those I could redress. It has only been a few years since the Smithsonian museum started to indicate ‘East Sea’ and ‘Dokdo’ in its map, and prep schools in America still teach Asian history according to the imperialism ideology that rose in the 20th century. I’m sure there still are hundreds of schools that use the wrong map in class, hundreds of museums that misname the sea, and probably hundreds of people in the world who know the Sea of Japan, but not the East Sea. The problem is, not all of those would be accepting like my history teacher who gladly corrected the map after I gave him my opinion. Most of them may be like, “Well, why don’t you go by what everyone else in the world says?” Would I be able to bravely voice out even when surrounded by a hundred of people who have been taught the inaccurate version of history?

I soon realized that it is my responsibility to stand up and correct the sanitized version of history with sufficient historical evidence that backs up my argument. It is not because of the mere fact that I’m Korean. In fact, I’m a person who has dual backgrounds of both Korea and Japan as a quarter-Japanese Korean who grew up in both Tokyo and Seoul, and I definitely understand the stances of both countries. This is a problem that should not be viewed in a simplistic nationalism framework, but rather a larger issue that all of us are supposed to care about with the responsibility to resolve geopolitical disputes that have been deeply rooted in human history. What we have to do is to reach out to spread the truth, listen to others who try to correct the misconception, and try to be aware of disputes that are still ongoing around the world.

After what happened in my history class, two new files of documents were placed on my laptop: articles about the East Sea and geopolitical disputes present in and out of Asia. I came to realize that I should be fully aware of the historical evidence of why the East Sea is a legitimate name of the sea region and of information about a variety of issues regarding territorial conflicts all across the world. Yes, it is not easy at all to resolve the centuries-long conflicts that our predecessors have passed down to later generations. But if every one of us tries to take a step forward and spread the truth, there will be a change.