My grandfather, Satoru Nishita, and my mentor Bert Tom died last
week. I sent a text to a Korean American pastor friend of mine saying, “All
these old guys are leaving us.”
This, of course, was not meant to be a theological
statement.
This was a statement that was perfectly me: a bit dramatic.
I am struggling with the passing of a generation of Asian Americans who faced
racism and the assorted foibles of their professions with dignity. The
generation of my grandparents, born in the U.S. but imprisoned by its own
government for being of Japanese descent during World War II, is a generation
that left a profound imprint on my generation and my mother’s generation, and
it is slipping away before we get a chance to hear all the stories.
Both of these men were Presbyterian. Bert served as the
Associate Executive Presbyter of the Presbytery of San Francisco, among many
other functions of ministry. My grandfather was a long-time member of First
Presbyterian Church, Berkeley. They were both Asian American. They were both
fans of good liquor and great food. And they both taught me by example to be really
good at whatever it is I do, make trouble when it is necessary or maybe just fun,
and spend time engaging and encouraging young people.
I met Bert a decade ago, after he had retired from
officially working in the PC(USA). He kept working in the church up through
this year, when he was diagnosed with acute leukemia. It is my understanding
that he came through the ministry of the Presbyterian Church in Chinatown – San Francisco and its neighborhood ministry, Cameron House. Those of us who were younger Asian American
ministers and seminarians who got to hang out with Bert found he could be
blunt, teased us plenty, and was a softie underneath it all. He knew the church
inside and out, and I always had the feeling he had seen more than his fair
share of the church’s racism and other ridiculous unchristian behaviors, but he
had seen the church be faithful, too.
My grandfather was proud of his five daughters and six
grandchildren. He was a well-regarded
landscape architect, accepted as a Fellow of the American Society of Landscape
Architects in 1989. He was committed to beautiful design and the natural environment.
He was proud of his Japanese American identity and loved the music of Nat King
Cole. You can read his extensive biography here: http://bit.ly/1bcJ0Pg
What is not included in his official biography is his
argument with an Italian border guard, who asked him, “Are you American?” My
grandfather said, “Japanese American.” The guard asked him, exasperated: “Are
you Japanese or American?” My grandfather said, “Japanese American.” It does
not include how he tried to take some photos on the sly when his plane was
hijacked to Cuba (they all came out blurry). What I remember best about him in
his later years was how each time I came to visit, he bought too much Japanese
food, and encouraged me to eat it all in total disregard of my actual capacity.
In his book, Accompany
Them With Singing: The Christian Funeral, homiletician and theologian Tom
Long distinguishes between Death and death. Death, capital “D” is destructive.
It is the ultimate enemy. It is dehumanization (p. 39). Death, lower-case “d”
is simply the fact of our human mortality (p. 38). These old guys. While death
claimed my grandfather and my mentor, in very different ways their lives taught
me to struggle against Death, against powers and principalities, against
environmental destruction and racism. They leave us with a legacy of commitment
to justice, and a desire that the beauty of the world be revealed.
The poet Janice Mirikitani writes:
Footsteps lead to destiny.
We dance honoring ancestors
who claim our home,
and freedom to pursue our dreams.
Our voices carve a path for
justice:
Equal rights for all
Mirikitani poem quoted in Jane Naomi Iwamura’s chapter
“Ancestral Returns” in Off the Menu:
Asian and Asian North American Women’s Religion & Theology, eds Rita
Nakashima Brock, Jung Ha Kim, Kwok Pui-Lan, Seung Ai Yang. Westminster John
Knox Press.
Accompany Them With
Singing: The Christian Funeral, by Thomas Long. Westminster John Knox
Press.
http://bit.ly/1c6CffN
My grandfather's obituary was published by the San Francisco Chronicle on July 28th.
My grandfather's obituary was published by the San Francisco Chronicle on July 28th.
Lovely, thoughtful. I grieved the loss of my mentor, too soon after my father. My second dad, boisterous and unapologetic and hilarious and so full of life. Thank God for their lives so well lived. We should all aspire to be as much.
ReplyDeleteI hadn't heard about the death of your mentor/second dad. I'm so sorry to hear it.
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ReplyDeleteI give thanks for your grandfather and for Bert. I give thanks for all they taught you. I give thanks for their life and love and witness.
I give thanks that through you, I encountered your grandfather and got to know Bert better.
Thanks be for our mentors. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading. We have many giants who have led the way for us. Complex and beautiful people.
DeleteYes. Thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading. :-)
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