Growing up Japanese American was a privilege. I was teased as a little kid for simply being different. And even years later, there were racial digs I took for years. A thousand miles away, working in Japan, I’m watching what’s happening in my NYC and my Cali, I’m watching the great divide. Tears run down my cheeks, because when you grow up bi-racial, all you know is love. I see no difference in the way anyone looks. We have to take a stand against all the hate, the violence + the great divide.
The simplest thing you can do? Be kind to one another. Love more, open your eyes to new cultures, new places, new people! Embrace your differences. When I first started writing books, I was told, “Don’t write Asian books,...