For months during the worst days, when we slept with cold cloths over our mouths and in the cracks of the windows, I promised myself I would leave California when it stopped burning, but it never did.
The summer I turned twenty-one was also the summer I spent readying myself to leave California. Perhaps most difficult was leaving the Pacific Ocean, the body of water I felt so certain I belonged to.
How the Creation of Social Stratification Between Japanese and Black Americans in Los Angeles After World War II Played a Role in the “Model Minority” Ideology
