Except for its deadly snakes, and the warmth of its blue-green ocean, Okinawa might as well be Ireland. It is a chain of emerald isles whose people lived for centuries under the boot of an oppressive empire. (Think Irish-English relations are complicated? Try Okinawan-Japanese.) Poverty drove generations of strivers from its shores — not to Boston or New York, but Hawaii, Peru, Brazil and beyond. They carried a rich and distinct folk music, a love of dance and merriment, and the emigrant ache, lodged deep in the heart. As in this song, whose melody you probably know, though not with these words:
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 08:48:28 +0000
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