My Jesuit Volunteer Corps Northwest blog post

The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.
– Mahatma Gandhi, leader of the Indian independence movement in British-ruled India

Not very many people know that after graduating from the University of California at Davis, I joined the Jesuit Volunteer Corps for two years. In 1986-87, I was a math tutor and librarian for a boarding school run by the Order of the Jesuits in St. Mary’s, Alaska, which is in the rural part of Western Alaska. The following year, I served as a newspaper editor for a prisoners rights union run by a Jesuit priest in San Francisco. Those two years widened my view of the world on so many levels.

Jesuit Volunteers get ready for the school year at St. Mary's, AK, Fall 1986.

Jesuit Volunteers get ready for the school year at St. Mary’s, AK, Fall 1986.

Sled dog race on the Andreafski River, Winter 1987.

Sled dog race on the Andreafski River, Winter 1987.

Tutoring my students in math.

Tutoring my students in math.

A stunning sunset over the Andreafski River in the dead of winter, 4pm local time.

A stunning sunset over the Andreafski River in the dead of winter, 4pm local time.

When I reached out to the JVC: Northwest to let them know about my novel, they kindly asked me to write a blog about how my book and my life today were informed by my years in the JVC. The blog got published this month, and I wanted to share it.

You can read the blog post here.

Fundraising with my JVC colleague, Susan Brown, and our director, Paul Kominsky, a Jesuit priest at the time and defense attorney, San Francisco, Spring 1988.

Fundraising with my JVC colleague, Susan Brown, and our director, Paul Kominsky, a Jesuit priest at the time and defense attorney, San Francisco, Spring 1988.

My protesting days....

My protesting days….

I leave you with this: Small acts, when multiplied by millions of people, can transform the world. – Howard Zinn, historian, playwright, and social activist.

Shortlisted for the Saroyan Prize for Writing

Good people are good because they’ve come to wisdom through failure. We get very little wisdom from success, you know.
 – William Saroyan, Armenian-American dramatist and author

Armenian-American writer William Saroyan (photo credit: Stanford Library).

Armenian-American writer William Saroyan (photo credit: Stanford Library).

Just a short message to say that the Stanford University Libraries sent a press release last Tuesday, May 3rd, announcing the shortlist for the Seventh William Saroyan International Prize for Writing. The biannual prize listed 15 books in the fiction category and 15 books in the nonfiction category. My novel, A Village in the Fields, was among the shortlisted novels.

Especially given the company of critically acclaimed and lauded writers whose books were also shortlisted, I am nothing but honored and humbled. Saroyan was born, raised, and passed away in Fresno, Calif., which was about an hour north of where I grew up in Terra Bella. So we share the immigrant experience in the rich agricultural Central Valley. In fact, his generation was my father’s generation, and I grew up reading a little bit of Saroyan in college. It was just enough to feel that he captured that immigrant life – one of immediacy and of hope – so well. And though the world he painted was right in my neighborhood, so to speak, he wrote in a style that was at once dreamy and ethereal but grounded and tangible.

According to the press release, “the awards are intended to encourage new or emerging writers and honor the Saroyan literary legacy of originality, vitality and stylistic innovation. The Saroyan Prize recognizes newly published works of both fiction and non-fiction.”

This year’s judging panel for fiction consists of award-winning authors Sumbul Ali-Karamali, Heidi Durrow, and Elizabeth McKenzie. The winner and finalists will be announced in late summer. I can honestly say that in my heart, it is enough for me to be shortlisted. I’ve made great strides getting my book noticed in the Filipino-American community and in Asian American Studies programs in a handful of universities. But I admit that it has been somewhat difficult breaking through into the literary fiction world – getting noticed and being taken seriously. Being shortlisted for this prestigious prize is validating for me, though some may argue that prizes ought not to be what validates a writer. If you have been published by a small, independent press, you would understand where I’m coming from. The prize nomination opens doors and eyes – rightly or wrongly. And the point of being a writer is to be read and to engage readers.

So whatever happens come late summer, I am pleased to just be shortlisted. Open doors. Open windows. The next step is to go forward. And keep Saroyan’s spirit in my pocket: In the time of your life, live – so that in that good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself or for any life your life touches.

A pictorial of LUNAFEST East Bay’s film festival

I do not wish women to have power over men; but over themselves.
– By Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, English novelist, short story writer, dramatist, essayist, biographer, and travel writer

It’s been a week since the LUNAFEST East Bay event. While the final numbers aren’t in yet, the East Bay Committee met its goal of increasing our audience and increasing how much money we raised for the Breast Cancer Fund and El Cerrito High School’s Information Technology Academy (ITA), our beneficiaries. More than 300 watched the films “by, for, about women,” with nary an empty seat in the main part of the theater. Just as important, our aim of a 20-percent increase in funds raised after expenses is definitely within reach.

Some 175 cities or organizations have hosted a LUNAFEST film festival, and some of them are within the San Francisco East Bay. But one of the things that I feel distinguishes LUNAFEST East Bay for our audience is the sense of community that people enjoy. Anna Schumacher, filmmaker of Finding June, told me after the event: “El Cerrito is always there to support. I saw parents of old friends I haven’t seen in a half a decade or more – old friends who live on the other coast even. But those parents, and those alumni, come because the community has shaped them, their families, and El Cerrito folks will always pay that forward.”

A good friend, Wendy Johnson, came for the first time with her daughter, Lindsay, who is in high school. She sent me an email the following week, and she enthusiastically let me know: “I’ve been saying for months that this was the year I wasn’t going to miss it, and I’m so glad we went!  Lindsay and I really enjoyed ourselves. It felt like the events in El Cerrito that remind you that it is a small town. I saw people we knew from soccer, scouts, and Harding Elementary School (of course).” That’s what is unique about LUNAFEST East Bay.

And now, what better way to tell the story of LUNAFEST 2016 than through pictures. Here we go:

Isabella, Wyatt, and Dylan - ready to sell, sell, sell those raffle tickets at the VIP event.

Isabella, Wyatt, and Dylan – ready to sell, sell, sell those raffle tickets at the VIP event.

Chair Joann Steck-Bayat, Peggy Murphy, and Laurie Schumacher, whose daughter is one of the filmmakers this year, share a toast before the VIP guests arrive.

Chair Joann Steck-Bayat, Peggy Murphy, and Laurie Schumacher, whose daughter is one of the filmmakers this year, share a toast before the VIP guests arrive.

The finger food is on the tables....

The finger food is on the table….

Our bartenders are ready to pour wine and beer....

Our bartenders are ready to pour wine and beer….

Our two piano players playing for tips....

Our two piano players playing for tips….

Our second piano player tickling the ivories.

Our second piano player tickling the ivories.

Me, Joann, Laurie, and Joann's husband, Hossain.

Me, Joann, Laurie, and Joann’s husband, Hossain.

Raising money for good causes across the country.

Raising money for good causes across the country.

El Cerrito High School Information Technology Academy students volunteer to help serve food at the VIP event.

El Cerrito High School Information Technology Academy students volunteer to help serve food at the VIP event.

The weather was nice enough to hang out in the backyard of Joann's lovely home.

The weather was nice enough to hang out in the backyard of Joann’s lovely home.

Peggy engages filmmaker Meg Smaker in conversation at the VIP event.

Peggy engages filmmaker Meg Smaker in conversation at the VIP event.

Dylan killin' it with raffle ticket sales.

Dylan killin’ it with raffle ticket sales.

Committee members Jeannine Pagan and Anja Hakoshima enjoying the VIP event.

Committee members Jeannine Pagan and Anja Hakoshima share a moment at the VIP event.

Filmmaker Anna Schumacher enjoying the food at the VIP event.

Filmmaker Anna Schumacher enjoying the food at the VIP event.

Yummy sliders, anyone?

Yummy sliders, anyone? Our ITA students were fabulous ambassadors for El Cerrito High School.

Enjoying the food and being outside on a lovely mid-March evening.

Enjoying the food and wine, and being outside on a lovely mid-March evening.

A reminder of why we're here.

A reminder of why we’re here.

The GoPro team, distinguished by their sport jackets, pose before on the move capturing the evening on camera.

The GoPro team, distinguished by their sport jackets, pose with one of the ITA students before going on the move capturing the evening on camera.

East Bay Committee member Peggy did a smashing job as emcee of the evening.

East Bay Committee member Peggy did a smashing job as emcee of the film festival at the El Cerrito High School Performing Arts Theater.

I asked the filmmakers to talk about the inspiration for their film. Meg Smaker, filmmaker of Boxeadora, discusses finding the story that nobody is telling but that needs to be told.

At the on-stage interview before the screening, I asked the filmmakers to talk about the inspiration for their film. Meg Smaker, filmmaker of Boxeadora, discusses finding the story that nobody is telling but that needs to be told.

Anna Schumacher and Matt Takimoto discuss the inspiration for Finding June - the movie and the score.

Anna Schumacher and Matt Takimoto discuss the inspiration for Finding June – the movie and the score, respectively.

Filmamkers Meg Smaker and Anna Schumacher, Finding June composer Matt Takimoto, and yours truly as interviewer and author.

Filmmakers Meg Smaker and Anna Schumacher, Finding June composer Matt Takimoto, and yours truly as interviewer and author.

LUNAFEST filmmakers hamming it up at the photo booth.

LUNAFEST filmmakers hamming it up at the photo booth, from left to right, Ruan Du Plessis (director of photography for Finding June), Anna, Matt, and Meg.

Artist Lauren Ari and her daughter make LUNAFEST an annual mother/daughter tradition.

Artist Lauren Ari and her daughter make LUNAFEST an annual mother/daughter tradition.

A group of friends sharing a memory at the photo booth.

A group of friends sharing a memory at the photo booth.

Good friend Wendy Johnson and her daughter Lindsay at the photo booth.

Good friend Wendy Johnson and her daughter Lindsay at the photo booth.

Raffle prizes on display!

Raffle prizes on display!

We had a successful raffle, with a GoPro camera and several themed baskets of goodies.

We had a successful raffle, with a GoPro camera and several themed baskets of goodies.

Just another successful LUNAFEST with the East Bay Committee members - sans Beth, Rebecca, and Laurie. Until next year....

Just another successful LUNAFEST with the East Bay Committee members – sans Beth, Rebecca, and Laurie. Until next year….

 

Ringing in the New Year, welcome 2016

The beginning is the most important part of the work.
– Plato, philosopher and mathematician

Looking back
When 2015 began, I would never have guessed how the year would turn out. I would not have anticipated that I would find a home for my novel, A Village in the Fields. A friend’s kindness in trying to help find that home became the seed that led to meeting people who would be instrumental in and champions of getting the novel published. Revising the novel, squeezing an eight-month process of publishing it into a three-month window, and learning how to market and promote pretty much summed up most of my energies for the year. Along the way, I have met amazing people, and so many doors and windows were opened. The novel couldn’t have been released at a more appropriate time – the 50th Anniversary of the Delano Grape Strike.

In Delano, September 6th, where the novel had its welcome into the world.

In Delano, September 6th, where the novel had its welcome into the world.

Of course, other milestones were welcomed – I turned 53, David turned 50, Isabella turned 13, and Jacob turned 15 (in Naples, so he gets the prize for having spent his birthday in the most desirable place among the four of us). As part of the LUNAFEST East Bay Committee, we put on a wonderful film festival, which included having Jeanne Rizzo, CEO of the Breast Cancer Fund, give a rousing and inspiring talk about being strong and resilient. Jacob got his braces removed and finally got his black belt in tae kwondo. Isabella got promoted from elementary school and is now in middle school. Our family established a needs-based scholarship at Jacob’s high school and awarded two deserving young women financial support to follow their dreams, which will help make the world a better and more inclusive place to be. After one year on the high school’s Investing in Academic Excellence committee, I assumed co-chair duties in the fall. We had an amazing summer vacation in Italy and shared memories with our friends, Raissa and Mike, and their kids along the way. We adopt two rabbits for Isabella, named Pudding and Maybelline, and sadly, we lost our beloved 15-year-old dog, Rex, before Thanksgiving.

Family portrait on our gondola.

Family portrait on our gondola.

Rex's last night with us.

Rex’s last night with us.

Looking forward
It was an incredibly busy year for me, and when you have too many things on your plate and not enough time, things fall by the wayside. That happened to be my blog this past year. I’m amazed that I posted three times a week for quite some time. Posting once or twice a month became the norm. And while I like recording my thoughts on a regular basis because it became a diary of sorts, which I used to keep faithfully in my early years, I am content to check in twice a month. Life is short and time keeps slipping through my fingers. It’s time to look forward to 2016 and what to imagine and make real in the coming year. I’m excited.

After Christmas, we went down to Porterville for a little visit, and we ended up having an evening of singing with our cousin Debi.

After Christmas, we went down to Porterville for a little visit, and we ended up having an evening of singing with our cousin Debi.

New Year’s Day and New Year’s Day weekend
In order to set up the year for wonder and magic, you have to begin the New Year in good stead, which we did. We kept our tradition of having my cousin Janet and her husband, Tim, come up for a visit. They have this enormous avocado tree and it’s a tradition for them to bring up a laundry basket full of avocados. David makes a bowl of guacamole to bring to the New Year’s Eve and birthday party of our friends Raissa and Mike. On New Year’s Day we have gone to Point Reyes for a long hike the last two years. But this year, being a year older, and having slept in, we decided to stay local and hike in Tilden Park, up to Inspiration Point, where it was clear enough this New Year’s Day to see the Golden Gate Bridge, the Bay Bridge and Treasure Island, and San Francisco.

On a clear day, you can see forever - Inspiration Point's view of the bridges, Treasure Island, and the City.

On a clear day, you can see forever – Inspiration Point’s view of the bridges, Treasure Island, and the City.

At Inspiration Point.

At Inspiration Point.

Janet and Tim at Inspiration Point.

Janet and Tim at Inspiration Point.

A good beginning to the New Year: the San Pablo reservoir is full behind the tree and hills.

A good beginning to the New Year: the San Pablo reservoir is full behind the tree and hills.

This exhibit closes January 9th.

This exhibit closes January 9th.

The next day we ventured into San Francisco to see the WWII in the Philippines exhibit at the San Francisco Public Library. The exhibit is ending next weekend, and for months I’d been meaning to see it before it closed. I missed the all-day symposium that was held in October because I was in Los Angeles at the time. One of the panels included a photo of the First Filipino Infantry Regiment, of which my father was a member. I pored over the photo, but I didn’t see him. We also spent time in the Filipino American Center, which is a room dedicated to Filipino American books and the brainchild of retired San Francisco Public Library librarian Estella Marina. I found books helpful for my next novel, and Janet found some information about her hometown of Ketchikan, Alaska.

The Filipino American Center at the San Francisco Public Library.

The Filipino American Center at the San Francisco Public Library.

After lunch at the recently reopened Sam Wo restaurant in Chinatown, we trekked to the I-Hotel on Kearney Street, but it was closed. We did appreciate the mural, painted by Johanna Poethig in 2010, which commemorates “the history of the International Hotel’s decades-long struggle for low-income housing at this site, honoring the Filipino and Chinese elders and all those who lived, worked, fought and created a home together in the I-Hotel. Annually, on August 4th, the night of the eviction in 1977, this story is passed on from one generation to the next.”

The I Hotel mural with the TransAmerica Pyramid in the background.

The I Hotel mural with the Transamerica Pyramid in the background.

A close-up of the mural.

A close-up of the mural.

When we got home, we continued our Filipino American heritage weekend and watched the documentary Harana, the “search for the lost art of serenade” in the Philippines. It’s a wonderful documentary with beautiful music and endearing haranistas. We had a last dinner of turkey and mashed potatoes, and so we concluded a wonderful long weekend celebrating the New Year with Janet and Tim. What better way to welcome than to continue to explore my heritage with my family, immediate and extended, in 2016.

There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind – C.S. Lewis. Here’s to 2016: Scatter joy, sow peace, and love big.

Family - in front of the mural.

Family – in front of the mural.

Positively Filipino book review of A Village in the Fields

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
– Anais Nin, French-born novelist and short story writer

Elaine Elinson, coauthor with Stan Yogi of Wherever There’s a Fight: How Runaway Slaves, Suffragists, Immigrants, Strikers and Poets Shaped Civil Liberties in California and the United Farm Workers representative for the grape boycott in Europe, wrote a “thorough and insightful” – quoting my good friend Kimi – review, which was posted on Positively Filipino, “the premier digital native magazine celebrating the story of Filipinos in the diaspora of nearly 13 million expatriates.”

Village postcard marketing regular size

 

You can read the review here. Elinson originally wrote it for the AmerAsia Journal, which is published by the Center Press out of UCLA and is the leading interdisciplinary journal in Asian American Studies. The review will appear in AmerAsia Journal’s upcoming Winter 2015-2016 issue. Stay tuned for that.

Elinson brought up a couple of issues in her review, which I’m grateful for her pointing out. I erroneously stated that Larry Itliong’s hometown province was Ilocos Norte, which is unforgiving, given the amount of painstaking research I conducted. While embarrassing, the error can be (and will be) easily fixed in the next edition.

Reading at the Fremont library during Filipino American History Month in October.

Reading at the Fremont library during Filipino American History Month in October.

The other issue she brought up, which is just as critical if not more critical to fix, is my not using the real name of a Yemeni farm worker who was an important picket captain in the union. As it was my first novel, I was unsure of how to approach real people in a fictional world. Initially, I wasn’t comfortable characterizing the famous people of the era, but somehow their very status helped me overcome the discomfort. I fictionalized in name and characterization these two other characters because I didn’t know much about their personal lives and I also wasn’t sure what my liability was if I did use their real names. But Elinson provides a compelling argument for using the Yemeni’s real name. The novel celebrates the “little people” of the grape strike, the ones who sacrificed and lost so much, and whose lives the world knows little about. So in the next edition, I will include information in the Notes section about who he was and his contributions. While I am deeply grateful for Elinson’s kind words about my novel, I am most grateful for her pointing out areas that need to be addressed because it means the novel will get better.

Where it all started on Labor Day Weekend in Delano for the 50th Anniversary of the Delano grape strike.

Where it all started on Labor Day Weekend in Delano for the 50th Anniversary of the Delano grape strike.

 

FAEAC Conference: Incorporating FilAm contributions to California history in our schools

As you can see, there are quite a number of things taught in school that one has to unlearn or at least correct.
– Ambeth R. Ocampo, Filipino historian, academic, journalist, and author, from Rizal without the Overcoat

On October 30th and 31st, I attended the Filipino American Educators Association of California (FAEAC) Conference, held at the Citizens Hotel in downtown Sacramento. While I am not an educator, one of the subjects of the biannual conference for 2015 was relevant for me – how to implement AB123, a bill authored by Assemblyman Rob Bonta (D-Alameda) that requires California schools to include Filipino-American contributions to the farm labor movement in their social-sciences curriculum.

Patricio Urbi, FAEAC President noted in his welcome to fellow educators: “In order for us to teach for our future, we must continue to learn about the past and the many accomplishments our forefathers and foremothers contributed to history. As Educators, we must answer the call to action, remember, tell, and write the stories.” That was an important goal of the conference.

Mona Pasquil giving a stirring opening keynote address.

Mona Pasquil giving a stirring opening keynote address.

Happily, I got to hear Mona Pasquil, Appointments Secretary under Gov. Brown, speak for the second evening in a row. She was the keynote speaker at the Philippine National Day Association’s 25th Anniversary Gala on October 29th. At the FAEAC conference, she was the opening keynote speaker. Before the evening officially began, I gave her a copy of my novel, which was exciting for me because she was genuinely excited and made sure that I autographed the copy for her. She told me she had left her speech notes in her car and didn’t think she had time to retrieve them. We got on this discussion of being accepted by a new group of Filipinos who aren’t the community you grew up with. She agreed that as a Filipino American community we oftentimes don’t come together because we stick to our immediate community or group, defined by our dialect, geographic location, and even recent immigrant versus second and third generation Filipino American! So that became the backbone of her keynote speech.

Mona Pasquil’s keynote speech: Come together
Mona grew up in nearby Walnut Grove as a third-generation Filipino American. The manongs lived on the second floor of her home. Her grandmother not only picked in the fields but was also the cook for the farm laborers. As an infant, Mona was in a box next to her family in the fields while they worked. Growing up, Mona understood from an early age that her family’s sacrifices were done so she could go to college. She faced discrimination as a child. When she told her father about being bullied, his response to her was: “Tell them who you are. Remain true to who you are.” She did; she reported that she got beaten up, but that was a small price to pay for standing up for herself. Mona went to college in the Midwest, where her mother went to school. Even there, in the 1980s, she faced discrimination and ignorance; when students asked who she was and she responded that she was Filipino, they demanded to know what that was.

When she returned to California, she said she joined every Filipino organization that she could, but she related that she still didn’t belong. She was told that she was born here and didn’t have the right accent; therefore, she wasn’t really Filipino. Mona entreated us all to put our differences aside and come together. There’s a reason, according to Mona, that we are “absent” from the table – be it in politics and other powerful positions: “Our community never came together,” she revealed. We need to “take care of each other, share our stories, and appreciate the differences in our stories,” she pointed out. She invoked the spirit of the manongs and told us to “stand up for yourself and remember who came before us – the manongs – who couldn’t speak up for themselves.”

Mona related an “ah-ha moment” she encountered when she was working on the Clinton campaign. She was at the White House and one of the valets came up to her. He was an older Filipino man. He told her how they have always been “behind the curtain.” “Nobody knew our name,” he explained to her. His mandate to her: “Make us proud.” Mona took that to heart. When the Los Angeles Jewish Community shooting occurred on August 10th, 1999, and then-Vice President Al Gore was preparing a statement to make to the press, Mona had an important request. She asked that Gore say the name of the USPS mailman who was fatally shot nine times by a white supremacist and that he was Filipino American. The killer had told authorities he shot Ileto because he “looked Latino or Asian” and was a federal employee. Gore asked her if it was important, and Mona, who told us that “this is personal,” gave him a resounding yes. When she watched him on the television monitor mention Joseph Ileto‘s name and his ethnicity, she realized what an “amazing opportunity” she had to “make a difference.” No longer did she want Filipino Americans to be invisible, to be “behind the curtain.”

But in order to do that as a community, she stressed, we have to work together. We have to “understand our story and understand the richness of our community.” She entreated all of us to “push our people forward every day.” “We will only grow in numbers if we work together,” she told us. She pointed out that there are 2,700 positions on boards and commissions and 300-500 staff positions. Few are women, few are minorities. Mona ended her inspiring keynote address with a challenge to us all: “My commitment is if you want to participate, I will help you get there.” Mona Pasquil is my new hero!

A lunchtime panel discusses Filipino American Studies challenges and opportunities: Mel Orpilla, president of the Filipino American National Historical Society; Joi Barrios, professor, UC Berkeley; Mary Rose Peralta, CTFLC; Pyxie Cstillo, MA student, Asian American Studies, SFSU; and Robyn Magalit Rodriquez, professor at UC Davis.

A lunchtime panel discusses Filipino American Studies challenges and opportunities: Mel Orpilla, president of the Filipino American National Historical Society; Joi Barrios, professor, UC Berkeley; Mary Rose Peralta, CTFLC; Pyxie Cstillo, MA student, Asian American Studies, SFSU; and Robyn Magalit Rodriquez, professor at UC Davis.

Project Welga! and AB123
FAEAC’s Saturday agenda was full and I didn’t get to attend all the afternoon breakout sessions that were of interest to me. Thankfully the morning sessions, which were under the umbrella theme of “building shared knowledge,” did not compete. Dr. Amanda Solomon Amorao, who is a professor at the University of California, San Diego, gave a workshop on the Kuya Ate Mentorship Program (KAMP), which helps mentor San Diego middle school and high school students on Filipino American culture, identity, and history. The goal is to empower students in their own learning and bring ethnic studies analyses of race, class, gender, and other issues of social different into secondary education. (It turns out that my cousin Leila Eleccion Pereira knows Amanda and her family well.) Glenn Phillip Martinez Aquino, who is a student at San Francisco State University, gave a talk on The Moving Filipino Image: Cinema and Education, the seemingly invisibility of Filipinos in mainstream American media.

Robyn presents Welga! to the audience of educators.

Robyn presents Welga! to the audience of educators.

What was most relevant for me was the session on AB123 and Project Welga! led by Project Welga’s Director, Dr. Robyn Magalit Rodriguez, of the University of California at Davis. Robyn read my novel pre-publication and wrote a very nice blurb for my book. As we crossed paths in the women’s bathroom before her talk, she jokingly told her newborn son that he’s seen a lot of me in his short life! So true – in Delano for Bold Step: the 50th Anniversary of the Delano Grape Strike and in San Francisco for the 3rd Filipino American International Book Festival! Robyn introduced the educators to a resource guide that draws from the materials in the digital archive that she created to support the grassroots implementation of AB123, the bill that Assemblyman Rob Bonta (D-Alameda) authored and was signed into law in 2013.

I can't tell you what an honor it is to be next to Philip Vera Cruz's name. His memoir was one of the primary texts I used for research for my novel.

I can’t tell you what an honor it is to be next to Carlos Bulosan’s name. And on the same page as Philip Vera Cruz. His memoir was one of the primary texts I used for research for my novel.

As Robyn pointed out, the language of AB123 states that “this act shall not be implemented unless funds are appropriated by the Legislature in the annual Budget Act.” There’s the rub! AB123 is an unfunded bill. So it is up to educators to incorporate it into their teachings. No small feat! Thanks to Robyn’s hard work, the Welga! Digital Archive aims to bring Filipinos’ leadership and engagement in the 1965 Delano grape strike to light through the acquisition and digital archiving of strike-related material, as well as the collection of oral histories of strike participants and supporters. I stumbled upon the website while searching for photos for my book cover, and I am happy to say that the two photos are from Welga! A fortuitous find for me. In turn, I donated to Welga! a letter labor leader Andy Imutan wrote to me and other materials related to the grape strike.

I am added to the schedule at the last minute, speaking before the closing keynote. Before reading an excerpt, I let everyone know how important taking Asian American Studies classes was for me when I was at UC Davis. It literally changed my life. (Photo courtesy of Linda Canlas)

I was added to the schedule and spoke before the closing keynote. Before reading an excerpt, I let everyone know how important taking Asian American Studies classes was for me when I was at UC Davis. It literally changed my life. (Photo courtesy of Linda Canlas)

When Robyn brought up brainstorming, how to incorporate AB123 and cultural competency into the classroom, she cited my novel as sample literature to use. She pointed me out in the audience and generously gave a plug for my book. I was very honored that she recommended my novel for the classroom and tied it in with AB123. Perhaps this helped with the late addition of my reading an excerpt from my novel before the closing keynote by West Sacramento Mayor Christopher Cabaldon that evening. At any rate, I welcome the possibility of my novel being read at the high-school level. I always knew I would be working to get the book into Asian American Studies courses at the college/university level. Given the anecdotal stories of college professors highlighting the fact that their Filipino American freshmen haven’t read any Filipino-American authors before coming to their classrooms, I welcome the opportunity and challenge. An additional goal is to make inroads with high-school students. Now that would be very exciting.

A stirring closing keynote by West Sacramento Mayor Christopher Cabaldon, who turned his city around and made its residents proud. Cabaldon is half Filipino.

A stirring closing keynote by West Sacramento Mayor Christopher Cabaldon, who turned his city around and made its residents proud. Cabaldon is half Filipino.

I met some great educators while at the conference. An elementary school teacher at San Francisco Unified School District asked if I would be willing to give a talk at her school. Of course! A professor from the Ethnic Studies Department at Cal Berkeley let me know that she would use my novel in her Asian American Studies class. Great! People were kind and enthusiastic as they bought my book.

Not everyone stayed for the closing keynote and dinner Saturday evening, but for those of us who did, it was group picture time!

Not everyone stayed for the closing keynote and dinner Saturday evening, but for those of us who did, it was group picture time!

It was a long, exhausting day – fittingly ending the busy Filipino American History Month of October. For every person I met and meet, potential and possibility exist. Or not. I have no way of knowing until something comes of it. What I’ve been doing these last couple of months has been part of this journey. At times, it seems as if everything that occurred in September and October happened in a stretch of half a year – that’s how compressed everything had been these past two months. I logged a tremendous amount of work that is finally catching up with me in terms of energy to keep going and time to devote. This word-of-mouth journey is labor-intensive and so necessary when one has to do the job largely alone. Thank goodness I am finding my community, and one by one, my community members are embracing me and lifting me up as I continue my way.