Interracial Love, the World Child, and Pearl Buck

The name Josui Sakai sounds lovely; it rolls nicely on the tongue, JOH SOOEY  SAH  KAI.  Josui left the United States with her parents during WWII to avoid being placed into the Japanese American internment camps, a decision her father made. American born and raised for 15 years of her life, Josui was American in a Japanese body. As a young woman in Japan, she fell in love with an officer named Allen Kennedy whose wealthy Virginian mother denied their marriage. The mother found support for her refusal in the law, because it was illegal to marry a ‘non-white’ and lawyers interpreted Japanese as ‘non-white’ in that state.

Pearl Buck’s writing is beautiful and powerful, drawn from the culture of her childhood spent in China where her parents were missionaries. The first American woman to receive the Nobel Prize for Literature, Buck was also “the first person to make China accessible to the West.”  (Pearl Buck in China, Hilary Spurling) When I think of Buck, I have flashbacks to sophomore English class with a toad of a teacher who sucked away the joy in her prose. But this book, The Hidden Flower, changed that impression with its story, its authenticity, and its insights.  Buck published the book in 1952, so the war and its wounds were still raw. It’s easy to forget just how much has changed in 60 years, but the Civil Rights Act wasn’t passed yet and interracial marriage was not fully legalized until 1967!

Interracial marriage was illegal in most states, and it was socially taboo. Think of this, only a third of Americans even viewed it as acceptable in 1986 (NYTimes Pew Study -Interracial Marriage Seen Gaining Wide Acceptance).  Buck makes it painfully clear how pervasive racism was. Here the commander struggles with Allen Kennedy’s love for Josui.

He had put a lot into Kennedy, time and advice and liking. He was angry that it might all be wasted on a Japanese girl. . . . He didn’t believe in mixing the races. Already there were thousands of half-American Japanese babies, thousands of half-American Chinese babies, just as in India there were thousands of thousands of half-English Indian babies. It was one of the accursed accompaniments of war and even the Pentagon could not lick the problem. While they were trying to keep America safe for the Americans, the men themselves were undermining the whole idea. Even Kennedy! Lust he could understand, when men were in a foreign country, but marriage! (Part I, p. 103)

Virginia did not recognize the Japanese Buddhist marriage and Josui, an American by birth, could not remain Kennedy’s wife in Virginia. Plus her mother-in-law refused to see her or acknowledge her existence. So the young couple chose to live in New York City.

SPOILER ALERT  

And then there was a pregnancy, though Allen never knew of it, and Josui was desperate for many reasons. Allen’s mother rejected her, the law rejected her, society rejected her, and there were no options.

It was too late. Also he [the doctor] did not do that sort of thing. She was almost glad, after all. It was not fair to the child to destroy him before he was born. It was not his fault that he was a world child. This was his destiny. (Part III, p. 175)

There are a few plot twists and other key characters, including Josui’s family and a friend, as well as a Jewish doctor who helps deliver the unwanted child. Buck showed us Kyoto and the simple Japanese life as well as Virginia and its society in this era, both closed and endogamous, two cultures as distant and complex as its inhabitants.

Josui left Allen and when the time came for her child’s birth, Josui sought help from a child welfare organization. Miss Bray received her and began a file.

“Miss Sakai, I was about to say it will be very difficult to place your children in any home. Adoption, you know, is almost impossible. No one wants to adopt a child of mixed blood. I have tried it before, and it just cannot be done. Neither side wants the child.” (Part IV, p. 202)

So began the end of this sad story. But Buck, the writer, had a heart and the doctor who delivered the baby, a woman who described herself as “one-eighth Jewish” but a “whole Jew” to Hitler, fell in love with the infant and Josui’s beauty and refinement. Dr. Steiner adopted the baby.

He would be extraordinary, this child, a world child she had begun to call him, and adventurer, born in spite of all laws and hatreds, a bold child, creator of a new world. (Part IV, p. 209)

All the forces in this novel acted against Josui and Allen’s love. Provincial attitudes were ingrained even in the most generous. We expect small thoughts from small people, but we’re surprised and disappointed when we see such actions among the broad-minded who have not the strength or the desire to fight.

It’s easy to forget this, but Buck won’t let you.

The Dust of Life

As a child born in the 1960s to an American father and a Vietnamese mother, I found authenticity and understanding in Buck’s words. It also hurt. The Vietnamese had a name for mixed race children and I did not learn of it until my twenties.

When the last U.S. military personnel fled Saigon on April 29 and 30, 1975, they left behind a country scarred by war, a people uncertain about their future and thousands of their own children. These children — some half-black, some half-white — came from liaisons with bar girls, “hooch” maids, laundry workers and the laborers who filled sandbags that protected American bases.

They are approaching middle age with stories as complicated as the two countries that gave them life. Growing up with the face of the enemy, they were spat on, ridiculed, beaten. They were abandoned, given away to relatives or sold as cheap labor. The families that kept them often had to hide them or shear off their telltale blond or curly locks. Some were sent to reeducation or work camps, or ended up homeless and living on the streets.

They were called “bui doi,” which means “the dust of life.” (Legacies of War, Washington Post 2015)

 bụi đời

The dust of life.

I realized something about myself when I came across this epithet. I was lucky. My father married my mother who, like Josui, came from a powerful family whose patriarch refused to let them marry. They did so anyway and they CHOSE me.

At a party today, a woman asked me what kind of name I have. I told her that MyLinh is Vietnamese. On other days and in other places, I’ve not been so generous. My feelings on the subject are as mixed as my heritage. In my New England town, a couple of older women had asked about my name and I said, “It’s the one my mother gave me.” They were visibly taken aback.

I reserve that answer for grocery line check-outs and encounters when I don’t like the prying. I know, it’s small of me.

For years now when folks question me further, asking how to spell it and waiting for more after I do, I tell them this.

“I’m a child of the world.”

And Pearl Buck makes me feel good about that.

Aug 22, 2015

3 Comments

  1. Michelle Robin La

    Thanks for sharing this. I’m so glad things have changed. I’m a Caucasian married to a man born in Vietnam. My husband lived in Vietnam during the war and four years after the communist takeover. He escaped by boat in 1979 and came to America in 1980. We have three children. Fortunately they have had positive experiences being accepted by both sides of the family.

    I asked my husband about the term “bụi đời” and he said it meant hobo. He had no idea about the racial connotation. I looked it up and it seems that the use of this to describe the children left behind by American servicemen comes from the musical Miss Saigon. In Vietnam it doesn’t have a racial meaning. (You can see the history of the term on Wikipedia.) The only terms my husband knows for mixed race children are con lai or mỹ lai for Amerasians. Mixed-race children were treated very poorly, though, especially after the end of the war.

    Thank you for your touching article. I read “The Good Earth” and was struck by how well Pearl Buck wrote about Chinese culture and families. I wasn’t aware of “The Hidden Flower.” I look forward to reading it.

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  2. mylinhshattan

    Michelle, It’s good to hear about your children’s positive experience. My mother and my American father who spoke fluent Vietnamese said the mixed American children were often referred to as Mỹ as well, and readers can learn more about bui doi at Wiki. I believe you are right, those left behind were treated worse than the typical vagrants, or dust of life. My own experience is more like your children and I’m grateful to my parents for that. I’m glad you will read The Hidden Flower, it will by turns, infuriate you and touch you.

    My own name contains the same word, Mỹ Linh, and though I’ve been tempted to change it to make life simpler, it’s my name. It means ‘beautiful spirit’ but because of the reference you mention, I share that it means “Amercan spirit” as well. Thank you for reading the treehouseletter.

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  3. Michelle Robin La

    It’s nice to hear your story, and I’m so glad that you had two wonderful parents. You have a beautiful name. My husband’s sister’s name is Mỹ and because of the dual meaning you pointed out when they were planning to leave for America they started to say that’s what her name meant. My daughter’s middle name is Linh, so I like that name a lot! I look forward to reading future editions of treehouseletter.

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Mylinh Shattan is a writer who has lived on three continents, served in the Army, worked in corporate America, and taught in college. She loves adventures, in the world and in the mind. Literature is relevant and learning is a lifelong pursuit, so you might as well have a bit of fun along the way.

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