Close to Home

Tonight my dad, mom, and I went to a play called Nothing Is The Same. It was amazing. It was about 4 friends in living in Hawaii in 1941, before Pearl Harbor and how that event changed their friendship and made them question so many things that they never thought about before. The friends were of all different races: one Japanese, two Koreans, and one Filipino. They didn't know if they could trust the Japanese boy or if he was a spy, what would happen to their families, and if the army even knew that they were not all Japanese.
The play was put on by 4 amazing actors from the Hawaii Youth Theater. They did a great job, although I feel for some of the audience the dialog was lost. All performers spoke in broken English, or "pidgin". Jokes that were made using words that were pidgin found only my mom and I laughing.
The reason I say it was close to home because of my Hawaiian connection. It was amazing to think that my tutu (grandma) and grandpa were there when it all happened. My dad said that many things that were happening in the play were things that he experienced or did himself. A couple of times I got caught up in the moment, wondering what I would have done if I was there and how scared would I have been. The crazy thing is that this play is still prevalent today with war going on in the Middle East. The only thing different is we are not turning on the Japanese we are turning on the Middle Easterners.
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