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This is a continuation of my family’s immigration story as told by my dad. If you have missed the previous posts they are here:
Fifteen Years in America — An Introduction
Fifteen Years in America - Chapter 1: The Struggle Before the Reunion by Jian (Part 1)
Fifteen Years in America - Chapter 1: The Struggle Before the Reunion by Jian (Part 2)
Fifteen Years in America - Chapter 1: The Struggle Before the Reunion by Jian (Part 3)
Fifteen Years in America - Chapter 1: The Struggle Before the Reunion by Jian (End)
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After we moved to Popo’s house, I sent my daughter to the nearby Queen Liliuokalani Elementary for school. I walked into a Chinese restaurant because I have often heard in China that Chinese students worked in restaurants. Even if my English were poor I could still wash dishes and earn a bit of money for tuition.

When I walked into the restaurant I met a Chinese host. I asked him if they needed people to help with the dishwashing. He sized me up from head to toe and knew that I was probably a student from mainland China. He said that they did not need anyone at the moment, and if I were a student I would need a work permit from the school. I was disappointed and wallowed a bit at home. I thought to myself even though our family is reunited, I did not have a job or money for school. In fact, it is hard for me to get any job at all. What should I do?

Helen has a friend who works as a saleswoman at the world renowned International Marketplace in Waikiki. She suggested that I try my luck there. So on the third day of arriving in Hawaii, I took the bus to Waikiki. Waikiki means “spouting water”, and indicates that the rivers and waterfalls flow into the ocean. It is an extremely popular white sand beach that is more than one mile long. Along the beach there are many expensive hotels such as Hilton,Sheraton, and Hyatt.

Waikiki is also surrounded by a forest of restaurants and shops. In the center of it all there is a massive attraction called the International Marketplace. This place has many small shops where tourists can buy souvenirs. Additionally there is a food court where people can taste foods from all around the world. In this marketplace there is a small lane that is approximately 150 meters, and it is known as “Duke’s Lane”. On both sides of the lane there are small shops that sold souvenirs. These souvenirs included gold and silver jewelry, crystal, wood carvings, and other random knick knacks associated with Hawaii. For example, there are little toy hula girls. Additionally there are shops that sell exclusively T-shirts or beach towels. Basically it is a market full of small time entrepreneurs.

Because Duke’s Lane is directly in the path from several large hotels to the beach, the business from tourists is usually red hot. In this lane most of the shop owners are Korean. Korean women are very diligent and outgoing and many of them spoke Japanese because Japan occupied them for a fairly long time. Besides Korean people, about 1/5 of the store owners were Chinese. Most of them were Vietnamese Chinese or Taiwanese with the exception of one mainland Chinese man who came to Hawaii in the early 80s as an international student.

I stepped off the bus and walked into this narrow lane. The Koreans on both sides thought that I was Japanese and started hollering in Japanese.

“Misetekudasai. Ima, 非常 yasui!” (Please take a look, right now it’s very cheap!) (Note: My dad wrote the Japanese part phonetically in Chinese. He took Japanese for a while in China so he understood these saleswomen. I only took Japanese for a year so I’m not sure if I transliterated it back correctly. Please correct us if you could. This is the original Chinese transliteration of the Japanese my dad wrote “米晒带,库达撒以. 以码,一持旁压始以!”)

“Umiyagi takusan arimasu” (There are a lot of souvenirs!)

These Korean girls would yell as they pulled you towards their stores. At that time I did not have the heart or money to buy any travel souvenirs. Even though I understood them I pretended that I didn’t, and kept on walking as I shook my head. A Korean girl still wanted me to go to her store, and I suddenly said in Chinese, “I don’t want to!” Now they knew that I was not a rich Japanese tourist, and stopped their yelling. That was in the early 90s, but now things have changed. Recently I heard from friends in Hawaii that now many Chinese people are spending fists full of money in Hawaii. Now I think perhaps these Korean women are learning Chinese.

To be continued!

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This is a continuation of my family’s immigration story. If you have missed the first three posts they are here:
Fifteen Years in America — An Introduction
Fifteen Years in America - Chapter 1: The Struggle Before the Reunion by Jian (Part 1)
Fifteen Years in America - Chapter 1: The Struggle Before the Reunion by Jian (Part 2)
Fifteen Years in America - Chapter 1: The Struggle Before the Reunion by Jian (Part 3)
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The plane landed at Tokyo International Airport for a transfer, and then flew directly to Honolulu International Airport. We left Shanghai on the morning of August 15th, but because of the time difference we landed in Honolulu in the afternoon of August 15th after flying for fourteen hours. The reunion of our family on August 15th has finally arrived! At the airport, we saw Helen, the person we have been missing day and night for over a year. She was wearing a sky blue dress decorated with large pink flowers that my old classmate An Lang’s wife made for her. Because Hawaii’s sun, she was tanned, and she seemed a bit slimmer than I last saw her, but she was quite energetic. When she saw us she hugged our daughter tight and repeated over and over, “Xin-head, mommy missed you so much! Mommy missed you so much! Do you miss mommy?” Xin nodded her head, but she was really thinking of her new Game Boy.

When we exited the airport, Helen’s landlady Lory drove our entire family onto the highway with her Mazda. For the first time I saw a highway several lanes wide with cars flying through it. It is a scene I have only seen in movies, and it finally hit me that I was in an unfamiliar country. Even though this was Hawaii, one of the famed scenic spots in the world, I did not have the appetite to enjoy the scenery. When we arrived at Lory’s home, Helen took us to a nearby McDonalds for a meal. It was Xin’s first time eating at McDonalds, and she enjoyed it very much, but I was not used to eating raw vegetables between bread. More importantly, I thought about how I had no way to go back, and I did not know what lies ahead, and I wondered how I was going to survive.

Now, I must give everyone a few basic facts about Hawaii. Hawaii is a group of islands including the four main islands of Hawaii (also known as the Big Island because it has the largest area), O’ahu, Maui, and Kauai. Additionally there are hundreds of smaller atolls and islands. Honolulu is the state capital of Hawaii, and it is on O’ahu. At that time Honolulu had over 800,000 inhabitants. Hawaii is the 50th state of the United States, and it is also the last state to enter the union in year 1959. Hawaii has three main industries in its economy: tourism, tropical agriculture, and the United States military.  When I arrived in Hawaii, it was in the midst of a serious recession.  Since the Cold War  just ended, America reduced its troops in Hawaii and that caused quite a bit of unemployment.  Additionally, because of the rising costs of agricultural wages in Hawaii and the increase supply of tropical fruits from South America, the competitiveness of Hawaiian agricultural products was drastically falling.  Even though at the beginning of the 90s Japan’s economy was weakening, the Japanese yen was still quite strong against the dollar.  Almost half of the tourists that came to Hawaii were Japanese, and thus most of Hawaii’s economy was supported by tourism.

Since our entire family arrived in Hawaii, we were not able to fit in Lory’s home.  However, a friend from school introduced Helen to another live in situation.  This time, we were to live with a 93 year old  Chinese lady.  We called her “popo”, which means grandma in Chinese.  She had a huge house near the foot of Diamond Head.  Popo came to Hawaii as a child bride in the early 1900s.  Her husband died quite early, and she worked as a housekeeper and raised five children by herself.  Two of her children are engineers, one is a shop keeper, one is a real estate agent, and another is a teacher.  Popo had a bad temper, and often yelled at her children.  Even though her children were very filial, they were also terrified by her.  Even though she had quite a full house of descendants, none of them wanted to live with her.  She gave our family a very large bedroom and did not charge us rent.  In exchange, we cleaned the house and maintained the yard.  When we cooked dinner we also shared food with her.  Thus we were able to settle down in Hawaii.

Stay tuned for chapter 2!!  

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This is a continuation of my family’s immigration story. If you have missed the first three posts they are here:
Fifteen Years in America — An Introduction
Fifteen Years in America - Chapter 1: The Struggle Before the Reunion by Jian (Part 1)
Fifteen Years in America - Chapter 1: The Struggle Before the Reunion by Jian (Part 2)
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We did not receive our visa. I relayed the bad news to Helen via mail. She knew that the main reason we failed to be approved was her economic situation. The American Consulate did not believe that Helen could support an entire family in an expensive place like Hawaii with her part time job. Helen felt that she already put in a lot of effort but still failed, and she was disappointed, but she did not give up. She wrote to me and encouraged me to study English in the six months while she tries to get a better scholarship package. As I said before, there are not many grants given to humanities students and there is a small pool of money that is being eyed by many students. The competition is fierce and it is like a bunch of monks fighting for a little bit of porridge. In Helen’s department there are three full scholarships with stipend and they are all taken by other students. One of them was about to graduate and quite a few PhD candidates in the department were competing for this scholarship.

Because Helen was extremely diligent in her studies, her professors all liked her very much. Her graduate adviser is an Asian Theatre professor who has performed as Concubine Yang (Yang Guifei) in Beijing Operas in China. She definitely wanted Helen to get the scholarship and offered her support. Another important fact is that this particular scholarship was set up for the Kennedy Theatre’s costumes and stage department, where Helen happens to be working. Because of this, Helen had support from her professors and coworkers, and when the scholarship committee convened to bestow the last scholarship, Helen received the most votes. After the decision was made, Helen went to work as usual after attending class. Her boss Linda, also the director of the costume shop told Helen that she has been granted the department’s last full scholarship and stipend package. Later Helen wrote to me that she didn’t know whether she was excited or joyous, but she hugged Linda and cried out loud. With this grant, our family can be reunited! How difficult it was for Helen!

With the grant we had a chance of getting our visas. However, the stipend was only $1050 per month. Using the standards of Americans, this bit of money is barely enough for one person. Additionally, rent and other necessities in Hawaii are all more expensive than the mainland. Helen felt that once we arrive in America the living expenses may be suffocating.

Thus she started to look in the paper for a possible live in situation where a family would exchange rent for some household chores. Finally she found an advertisement for a live in situation with a handicapped woman. The deal is that the family of the handicapped woman is willing to provide a room free of charge, but Helen must live there and take care of the woman at night. Helen wanted to save rent money and thought that if she had to endure some hardship it doesn’t matter much. She thought that if she could save some money maybe I could go to school once I am in America. She went to the family for an interview and the family was delighted and hired her. So Helen said goodbye to Lory and Dane. Lory and Dane were hesitant to let her go because Dane loved spending time with Helen on Friday nights when she told stories and played games with him. Lory told Helen that it is very difficult to take care of a handicapped senior citizen, and if Helen can’t take it anymore then just give Lory a call.

Helen moved to the home of the handicapped lady. In the day time she would go to school and return home to take care of the lady at night. Since Helen has never taken care of a handicapped person before she did not know how hard it is. When Helen gets home she needed to help the lady clean her body. Then later at night the lady would incessantly call Helen to help her get water and go to the bathroom. When she gets her feces and urine all over her bed, Helen needed to clean it up. After two nights, Helen was exhausted, and did not have energy for school. Helen thought about the situation and figured that she couldn’t handle it any longer. So she called Lory and asked to be taken back. After this incident, everytime Helen thinks about it she would get a bit emotional.

Because of Helen’s tireless efforts, we got our visa and we were able to leave the country. At that time, the policy allowed us to keep our jobs for a while and visit our relatives in another country. However, the leaders of the university I worked for were qutie heartless, and believed that I should give up my position and apartment to visit my wife. (Our apartment was supplied by the school).I thought about how I started working at a steel factory at age 15, and then spent more than 10 years teaching in the university. I practically spent my entire life for the building of my country. Now I, a person who has been educated by the Communists and used to eating the “big pot of rice”* was forced to give up my job. I did not have any other skills and I was going to a country where I didn’t know the language. I was extremely angry. However, if I did not quit my job and give up the apartment, my employer was not willing to give approval for me and my daughter to leave the country. For Chinese people of this day and age, quitting a job is not a big deal, but at that time it was an end to everything I had. A common proverb says, ” a man’s tears should not be shed carelessly”. However, right before I left I really cried. I’m not sure the sadness in my tears was towards the helplessness I felt towards giving up everything, or towards the fear of an unknown world. The feelings I felt at that moment are really hard to describe with words.

For the reunion of our family, I resigned to my fate, and signed my name on the form to quit my job and give up our apartment. Now when I think about it, if the university didn’t cut off my job as my fallback plan, perhaps I wouldn’t have had the courage to survive in America and endure all the hardships. My situation reminded me of the battle technique described by Sima Qian in The Records of the Grand Historian (Shiji) where troops sank their own ships once they reached enemy territory so that they have no choice but to fight and “live after they are in the land of death”. Another quote I have read is that “hardship is the ladder to the improvement of life”. After I have had this experience, I truly understood what these writers meant.

To be continued…

Translator’s note: “big pot of rice” is a moniker given to how Chinese workers were paid regardless of how much work they did under the Communist government. Before we left China practically everyone was employed by the government and there was very little private industry. So basically everyone was eating the “big pot of rice”. China is no longer like this and a lot of people wish the “big pot of rice” could come back.

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This is a continuation of my family’s immigration story. If you have missed the first two posts they are here:
Fifteen Years in America — An Introduction
Fifteen Years in America - Chapter 1: The Struggle Before the Reunion by Jian (Part 1)
Enjoy!

The church is located just across the street from the University of Hawaii’s business school. Because of its proximity to the University, this church has many programs that aid international students, and thus they have a good relationship with the Internation Student Services. When they received Jennie’s call for help, they sent someone to bring Helen to the church.

Later, Helen told us that the first three nights she was in Hawaii she slept on the ping pong table of the church’s library. In those three nights there were no one present in the church, and it is hard to imagine how she survived those nights in the pitch darkness of the church surrounded by cockroaches and mosquitoes. In order to save money, she only ate one hamburger in those three days.

In America the grants given to students in humanities majors like theatre arts is much less than those given to science majors. Thus Helen did not get much money from her department. When she just arrived she only received a tuition waiver, and had to work for her living expenses. This is a very common occurence. Hawaii’s main economy is tourism and is also one of the highest cost of living areas in the United States. Because of these reasons, Helen desperately needed to save money.

God always opens a path for those who tries to find it. Three days later, the people at the church managed to use their connections and found a place for Helen to stay. They found a single mother named Lory. She is a hapa (half Japanese, half Caucasian) in her mid thirties and she is quite beautiful. She has a four year old boy named Dane, and she wanted to find a student who could babysit her son on Friday nights when she went out on dates. When she saw that Helen was about her age and has experience in raising a child she was very satisfied. She offered Helen a room in her house for $150 per month and asked for free babysitting on Friday nights. With this deal, Helen was able to have an affordable roof over her head.

After she settled down in Lory’s home, Helen really wanted me and Xin to come to America. However, she did not have enough economic capacity to bring us to America so she had to work. She found a job at the Kennedy Theatre at the University of Hawaii making sets and costumes. It is not easy to make costumes. When she just started she was not familiar with sewing and often stabbed herself with the needle. When she was making sets she often had to do heavy labor and lift things to high places. Even though it is hardwork, she silently endured it to realize her goal of reunion. In addition to working at school she also did some part time jobs on the side.

Helen worked hard at earning money in order to bring us to America, but she also had the difficult task of exceling at school. Getting a PhD in America is not a simple feat.  With each lecture there are tons of reading materials and research to go through and papers to write.  Everyday Helen worked 16 to 18 hours to finish work and school. After a few months Helen was able to save a bit of money and went to Jennie at the international student service  to obtain an I-20 form for us to come to America.  Because she did not have enough money she asked for the help of a few classmates.  She borrowed some money and put it into her account and then obtained a certificate from the bank stating that she has enough money.

At that time there was a student from Shanghai named Hu Leping who helped Helen greatly.  This man majored in library sciences and loved to help other students from China.  In UH, he had a great reputation of “Hu Leping, loves to help others”. He found two to three classmates who were willing to help and collected a bit over $8000 for Helen’s account.  With this help Helen’s assets qualified for an I-20.

Helen took her bank’s certificate to the international student service to Jennie for an I-20.  Jennie is a very experienced officer and is very sympathetic and understanding to the situation of international students.  She was very responsible and tried to talk Helen out of bringing us to America because the living expenses are high and it would be very hard for Helen to support us on her wage of $6.50 per hour.  She asked Helen to wait a while before making the decision, but Helen was adamant, and Jennie had no choice but to issue the I-20.  When Helen left the office Jennie told her that even if she had an I-20 there was no guarantee that the Consulate would give us a visa because Helen did not have enough money to support us.

Jennie turned out to be right.   I took Xin and the I-20 Helen sent us  and went to the U.S. Consulate in Shanghai for a visa. An officer looked at our documents and did not say much.  He wrote a date for six months later on my and my daughter’s passports, which meant that the visa is denied and we may reapply in six months.

To be continued…

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My dad started a blog on Yahoo China around the same time as I started The Baglady and wrote about our life in America for the past fifteen years. The series got extremely popular and he has gathered many readers in China. Recently he started a blog for our family on Yahoo China’s Global Channel. He keeps calling me and asking me to submit articles for him in Chinese and English and I tried to do a few, but I write Chinese very slowly. So I proposed that we trade articles and I can translate his articles for The Baglady and he can either post my articles in English or translate them as he pleases. So here is the first chapter in this real story written by my dad where a family came from Communist China with absolutely nothing, and chased the American Dream with hard work and determination. I am a witness to his words because I lived through it, too. He has written about ten or so chapters so far and it has been quite entertaining.

Fifteen Years in America by Jian — Introduction

The day after tomorrow is August 15th, and that is the 15th anniversary of my arrival in America. I have been through many storms and felt complex mixtures of emotions in these fifteen years, and only those who have walked my path can taste what I have experienced. My friends, including some of my American friends suggested that I should write down my story. However, I always thought that my life in America is very unremarkable and I have not accomplished anything truly great. I guess there really is a limit to how many extraordinary people there are and the world is really composed of countless common and plain people. In my early years I learned Marx’s theory of “historic materialism”, and I still remember Chairman Mao’s words, “People, only people are the power behind the creation of world history”. I still believe that real history is truly created by common people like you and me. The crux is that most people like us did not record the roads we have traveled.

Recently, a couple events that prompted me to write down my experience in America are the encouragement of my online friends and the request from an ex-coworker . My ex-coworker’s daughter Wenjing is current living in my home because she is interning in a San Francisco accounting firm. I spoke to Wenjing about my life here in America and she also thinks that I should write it all down so that young people like her can objectively and truly learn about American society.

I remember before I left China fifteen years ago I read an article in the newspaper entitled “Ten Situations Where You Should Not Go To America”. Even now I can remember the top three items in the article. They were:

1. If you’re old, don’t go to America. “America is the battleground of the young and the purgatory of the old”.
2. If your English is shabby, don’t go to America. If you go you will be deaf and mute.
3. If you studied humanities, don’t go to America. You will not find a job.

I qualified for all three of these conditions. First of all, if we talk about age, I was already 37 years old. I joined the workforce when I was fifteen and I have had more than ten years of work experience. I see a lot young undergraduate international students here and I was more than twice their age. Second, if we talk about English skills, my background was very poor. Because of the Cultural Revolution, I lost the ability to go to school at a young age. I started learning the ABCs in my twenties when I attended college. Later on because I was a professor in a university I was able to learn more English, but when I came to America I really felt deaf and mute. Third, when it comes to my college major, I graduated with a degree in agricultural management. I also had courses in history and legal studies, but they were all humanities. At that time I already had a good career in China. At the end of the 80s I was already promoted to be the university’s youngest department head and had a good track record at my job. Because of these reasons, my wife gave me repeated advice in her letters that if I want to independently go to America I would face many obstacles and I would need to prepare for the ordeals mentally. At that time I figured I have already experienced the Cultural Revolution and America cannot compare to that ordeal. During that time my father was imprisoned and humiliated on the streets and I was sent to a steel factory and hauled molten steel and made steel molds. I have experienced all kinds of psychological and physical torment, and I figured the worst that can happen is that I will “eat bitterness” a second time.

It’s easy for me to say “I will endure torment a second time” right now, but to actually go through it was not easy. At that time there was a saying within the international students community about the path to take in America: first go to school and earn a degree; after receiving the degree, find a job; after finding a job, get a green card; after getting a green card the cars and houses will come, and that would be the crowning achievement. In all honesty, I did follow this path, and along the way I faced many obstacles. These obstacles include the difficulty in getting a foreign degree, the hardship in working minimum wage jobs, the roundabout craziness of getting a greencard, and my later midlife crisis. As I conquered these obstacles and accepted these battles I learned many lessons.

One thing worth mentioning is that I have met many friends from China, America, and all around the world in these fifteen years. When I was in trouble, many of these friends helped me. So as a Chinese proverb says, one should repay a droplet of kindness with a flood of goodness. I love to help people and I derive enjoyment from it. So here I will also write about the people that have helped me. Life is like a book, and time is the best teacher. Hopefully my friends everywhere can get some benefit from the lessons I learned in the past fifteen years in America.

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