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In Brazil’s multicultural melting pot, Japanese ‘nikkei’ left out of the mix

AP

The sumo wrestler brothers send up belly laughs from behind the counter of their hole-in-the-wall bar in the Asian-flavored Liberdade district. Next to woodblock prints of Japan’s quintessential sport hang green-and-yellow Brazilian flags, and the raucous babble of conversation tosses up sprays of Japanese and Portuguese.

William Takahiro Higuchi and Wagner Yoshihiro Higuchi, second-generation Japanese-Brazilians who teach sumo by day, keep the atmosphere hopping at Sao Paulo’s Bar Kintaro with rivers of sake and caipirinhas, Brazil’s national cocktail.

“Since we were kids we were taught you’re not just Brazilian, you’re Japanese as well,” said William Takahiro, the elder brother. But he leaves no doubt about where his loyalties lie, with both Japan and Brazil in the World Cup: “I want Brazil to win.”

Astride two worlds

Brazil is home to the world’s largest ethnic Japanese population outside Japan — 1.5 million, or half of the roughly 3 million scattered around the globe. The first wave arrived in the early 20th century to work as farm laborers. Many “nikkei” like the Higuchi brothers have forged vibrant hybrid identities where sumo meets samba. But scratch the surface and a tale of alienation emerges.

In interviews with some two dozen Japanese-Brazilians, from trendy 20-somethings to distinguished septuagenarians, one message emerges clearly: While cherishing our roots, we are first and foremost Brazilian; yet other Brazilians don’t accept us as one of their own, even though Brazil is a nation built on a hybrid identity.

Sipping Japanese “shochu” (distilled liquor) in a corner of Kintaro, the Sao Paulo region’s former Miss Okinawa, Lais Miwa Higa, says that at home she eats traditional Japanese “gohan” rice smothered with Brazilian “feijoada,” the national bean dish.

Beauty pageants are famously part of Latin American culture, but Higa entered one out of a very Japanese sense of filial duty: “When I was a child my grandfather was always telling me he would really like me to participate,” she said. “Then he died and my grandmother said she wouldn’t die happy if I didn’t do the pageant.”

Higa, 27, says Brazil is home for her, but that Brazilians don’t always see things that way: “When someone looks at me . . . it’s always, are you Japanese? Are you Chinese?”

That means they create barriers, right?

“Noooooo,” she laughed. “They WANT me! Japanese women are fetishized. It’s disgusting!”

The Sao Paulo University master’s degree student in anthropology has trouble being perceived among Brazilian peers as more than a Japanese geisha doll.Brazilian eyes

Yudi Rafael Koike, a 28-year-old artist, reflects on such stereotyping while sipping espresso and nibbling on a pastry in a cafe off Paulista Avenue — Sao Paulo’s Fifth Avenue. “In the beginning I was very angry,” he said. Now he’s found peace, “mainly through art.”

One of Koike’s works is a wooden easel mounted with a mirror. Below the mirror is written: “This is the shape of the Brazilian eyes.”

“Any shape of eyes,” Koike says, “is the shape of Brazilian eyes.”

The work is a jab at the way Asians are caricatured in Brazilian culture in everything from television, where Fu Manchu-like portrayals that disappeared from the U.S. decades ago are common, to ordinary social life, where Brazilians sprinkle conversations with “Japa” without imagining they might be giving offense.

A recent article in Brazil’s respected Folha de Sao Paulo newspaper earnestly explained how Brazilian actor Rodrigo Pandolfo prepares for his TV role as a Korean gossip columnist: “The characterization includes . . . a special tape that gives the actor the effect of slanted eyes.”

“If you talk about people of Asian descent, it’s like they don’t have a history,” said Koike, known as Yudi Raphael in the art world. “It’s like they came from nowhere. Every generation of Japanese is the first generation.”

Brazilians talk about everyone being mixed, but Koike feels excluded: “In Brazil there’s this thing that’s we’re a mix of everything — except Asians.”

Jeffrey Lesser, an Emory University historian who is one of the world’s foremost authorities on immigration in Brazil, explains things this way: “A black person in Brazil is called a black Brazilian but a Japanese-Brazilian is called a Japones. . . . There is always a separation, the assumption that they like sushi, not feijoada.”

The gritty streets of Indaiatuba, about a two-hour drive from Sao Paulo, are a world away from the leafy upper-class boulevard where Koike spoke. In a lizard-green concrete block called the “Origami Perfumeria,” George Norio Tawara broods from his upstairs office decorated with a red Japanese “chochin” paper lantern over a domain filled with 1960s-style mannequin heads topped with wigs, bright nail varnish and everyday toiletries.

Tawara has come a long way from the grunt work he performed as one of the hundreds of thousands of laborers known as “dekasagui” that Japan imported from Brazil as part of a reverse wave of immigration — the “yen rush” that took off as the ancestral homeland became rich.

Japanese-Brazilians carried out kinds of work the Japanese called “the three K’s” — “kiken,” “kitsui,” and “kitanai” — or dangerous, tough and dirty. Tawara himself worked a series of backbreaking jobs.

Like many nikkei, Tawara went to Japan hoping to reconnect with roots, only to find himself treated like a Brazilian for the first time “It’s tough for nikkei people. In Brazil, people treat us like ‘Japanese! Japanese!’ and when we go to Japan it’s ‘Gaijin! Gaijin!’ ” said Tawara, using Japan’s pejorative term for foreigner.

The 44-year-old has settled into a comfortable life with his wife, Erika Hitomi, and two children since opening his shop 20 years ago.

Every Sunday, Tawara plays on a local amateur soccer team with a group of middle-aged buddies, a few of them nikkei. He admires Brazilian superstar Neymar and hopes his country goes all the way in the World Cup, while harboring a soft spot for Japan.

Such harmony may not be so easy for the Kagajous, who live in the town of Sorocaba, just outside of Indaiatuba. “If Brazil and Japan end up meeting in the tournament there’ll be trouble,” chortled retired teacher Lais Kagajou. “My husband is a first-generation immigrant, so he supports Japan. But since this is my country, I’ll support Brazil. . . . It’ll all end up in divorce!”

The view from the top

When Anselmo Nakatani retired as CEO of Furukawa Industrial SA Produtos Eletricos — the Brazilian subsidiary of a major Japanese electronics maker — his company had 1,500 employees with annual revenue of about $600 million.

“I’m Brazilian. I was born here,” he said, then adds: “I’m Japanese in the eyes of Brazilians, but I’m not Japanese for Japanese.”

The 72-year-old achieved spectacular success as one of eight children of immigrants from Hiroshima who toiled on a coffee plantation. “My parents . . . worked as almost slaves,” he said. “They suffered a lot.”

Eventually they were able to acquire their own land and create a successful farming operation.

Nakatani’s father forced the children to learn Japanese instead of Portuguese. He eventually mastered the language and entered prestigious Sao Paulo University.

“I said to my son:’Don’t learn Japanese. You study Portuguese and English, and if one day you need Japanese you can go to school,’ ” Nakatani recalled.

He and many other Japanese-Brazilians say what’s important is to transmit the values of Japan — not the language.

“My mother country is Brazil, but the country of my heart is Japan,” said 67-year-old retired pharmacist Augusto Sakamoto. “So I need to have two hearts. . . . If Brazil had to play against Japan, who would I root for? That’s a tough one. But of course, in the end, I’ll root for Brazil — it’s my mother country.”

Then he added wistfully: “But heart is important as well.”

  • Lori

    It would be nice if Japan would start realizing that its’ population is no longer 100% Japanese. There are thousand of mixed race children born and raised here every year yet in the eyes of Japanese they do not 100% belong here. Time to open your eyes and arms to accept that the country is changing.

  • Guest

    In my experience the only people here struggling with dual identities are those who (profess to be) single-race, not those of mixed heritage who have already have an entire lifetime of experience with the matter.

  • Sarsa

    I’d like to not take as granted the argument of this article. They don’t claim to represent the voice of Japanese community in Brazil, but the text implies so. As a non Japanese descent yet a very close friend of many families with a Japanese family name, I made my way into their inner circles. If you ask any person non Japanese descent, they will say how hard is to become part of their “pot”. Families that still don’t accept their sons and daughters to date a non descent person, (specially old parents that live in the countryside). My mother was maid of several Japanese descent families here, and we watched a very distinct behaviour in the way of handling non descent people. They like to point out how much more honest they are because they are “Japanese”. And also non descent will say the same, “look, that Japanese is a tough pal to deal with, but he is honest as hell. Hard worker as hell, disciplined as hell.” And they seem to like this part of being “foreigner” here. Just check in the cram schools in Sao Paulo, and you will see. Those “Japanese” youngs are hontouni much more intelligent than Brazilian(!).
    Of course, as the article, this is an isolated case. My wife that was born in Tokyo and lives in Brazil for 2 years now, just said: “I don’t feel foreigner here. Brazilian take me as Brazilian”. Again, this is her very own experience. I just don’t think we believe Japanese descents are foreigner in their own country. We may think they have an aura of being better citizens than the average.