#jamp

Okinawa. Beautiful, beloved, and… complicated.

We will take a brief dive into the elements surrounding this incredible unique land, people, and culture through the the lenses of authors Akemi Johnson, Night in the American Village, and Elizabeth Miki Brina, Speak, Okinawa, in a conversation moderated by Mariko Middleton of the Ichariba Choodee: Okinawan Voices and Stories Podcast. We’ll talk about identity, inspiration, history, and inquire into the future of Okinawa, concluding with hopes and dreams. 

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To learn more about our moderator and panelists, check out the following websites: 

Akemi Johnson: https://akemijohnson.com/ 

Night in the American Village: https://janmstore.com/products/night-... 

Elizabeth Miki Brina: https://www.goodlifeproject.com/podca... 

Speak, Okinawa: https://www.amazon.com/Speak-Okinawa-... 

Mariko Middleton: https://www.marikomiddleton.com/ 

Ichariba Choodee: Okinawan Voices & Stories Podcast: https://www.shimanchupodcast.com/ 

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Our purpose is to create a centralized website that promotes pilgrimages and educates people about the WWII Japanese American incarceration camps. As a resource for all the pilgrimages, we provide pertinent information on traveling including dates, costs, registration and lodging. We will conduct interviews to share the pilgrimage experience in order to encourage the younger generations to attend and learn more about their families’ legacies. The interviews will be presented in short documentaries designed to express the importance of pilgrimage as a way to learn about this piece of America’s history. Our stories will not only focus on survivors, but also how the incarceration continues to impacts their descendants and our society as a whole.

You guys it's not Halloween yet haha ❤️

They got some costumes for the Halloween party and are wearing them to school for fun 💀

Sentada em uma cadeira, com um livro em minhas mãos, de repente olho para fora, a janela estava aberta, o vento soprava os galhos da árvore, um cheiro incrível vinha com o balançar do vento, ao certo não sei dizer o que era, mas me lembrava muito o cheiro do jardim da casa de minha avó. E as lembranças viam em minha mente, como se tudo estivesse acontecendo naquele exato momento, tudo era tão incrível e mágico, mas lá no fundo do meu peito eu sabia que aquilo que imaginei era apenas boas lembranças, que meu subconsciente estava-me fazendo reviver.

[J.A.M.P]