A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
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Japanese, Korean, Portuguese, Filipino, dark, tan, yellow, so many hues. I didn’t<br />
know how happy I was, how secure, locked in the bosom of this large, rollicking,<br />
feverish, high-strung clan (281).<br />
Insecure about her identity, she moved to New York City. Alternately trying to pass for<br />
white and hiding out in an YWCA filled with multiethnic residents waiting for “green<br />
cards, a husband, a job, degrees” (282), she later admits to having “spent years ignoring<br />
my native blood, but ignoring the Southern blood, too. It seemed I’d spent years of my<br />
life denying all of me, trying to run my genes off, like fat” (289). Perhaps it is such<br />
formative years of “making ourselves up as we go along” that makes the hapa person a<br />
born storyteller, just like the migrant. In accordance with Salman Rushdie, the narrator’s<br />
black friend from South Africa thinks so:<br />
In my country when whites stare at me, there’s no ambiguity, it’s pure hate. I<br />
always know who I am. You are different. Mixed blood, mixed cultures. You have<br />
to improvise, hide, take sides. […] We’re all hybrids of the new world. […] This<br />
is why we write, juggling our little flames. One burns through the muck to find the<br />
core (289).<br />
Thus, Davenport has chosen to write herself as a mixed person, an Island woman, and yet<br />
she is claiming primarily her Hawaiian side: She recounts how she had asked her mother<br />
once if she was “Hawaiian or Caucasian. Both, she says. What am I, first? I ask. She<br />
doesn’t hesitate. Hawaiian. But I don’t look Hawaiian. You will, she promises. It works<br />
its way out from the blood” (280).<br />
Similarly, Nanea Hoffman’s biographical sketch “All-American Family” explores<br />
the reverberations of her multiethnic heritage, recalling that she has felt a part of neither<br />
group, and realizing that none of the ‘parts’ can contain her.<br />
I was a mixture of Okinawan, Hawaiian, Chinese, and German. Did that mean I<br />
was impure? […] I could have been Hawaiian. Like the infamous One-Drop rule<br />
in the old South, which meant that anyone with even a hint of African blood was<br />
considered black, regardless of their skin, a drop of Hawaiian blood, however<br />
small, meant the Hawaiians would gladly claim you as one of their own. I am just<br />
a little over a quarter of Hawaiian, 5/16ths to be exact, […] but somehow, I felt<br />
we were too mainstream to be really Hawaiian. 455<br />
455 Nanea Hoffman, “All-American Family,” in Hara/Keller 1999: 301-12, here 302-3.<br />
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