![]() ![]() They accompany us they don’t disappear from our lives. “Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.” - Emily Dickinson.“Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.” -Arthur Schopenhauer.It bring us together again and again.” - Maya Angelou "A great soul serves everyone all the time A great soul never dies.All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.” - Helen Keller “What we have once enjoyed we can never lose.“Grief is the price we pay for love.” - Queen Elizabeth II.Or perhaps, if you're here to find comfort after a loss of your own, let these words remind you that you're not alone. If you're not sure what to write in a sympathy card, use these quotes as inspiration - or better yet, copy them word for word. Below, read sympathy quotes from authors, activists and famous figures that combine the sorrow of what's lost with the beauty of what once was. I am the dream and the hope of the slave.In these moments of profound sadness, turn to the wise words of those who've experienced loss themselves because, as painful as it may be, grief is a universal human experience. ![]() All this was decided unconsciously.”īringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, Their eyes, language and customs belied the white skin and proved to their dark successors that since they didn't have to be feared, neither did they have to be considered. Who could expect this man to share his new and dizzying importance with concern for a race that he had never known to exist? Another reason for his indifference to the Japanese removal was more subtle but was more profoundly felt. A completely alien yet very pleasant position for him to experience. The shipyards and ammunition plants brought to booming life by the war let him know that he was needed and even appreciated. the dry cleaners, taxi drivers, waitresses, etc. He was able to pay other people to work for him, i.e. For the first time he could think of himself as a Boss, a Spender. The chance to live in two-or three-story apartment buildings (which became instant slums), and to earn two-and even three-figured weekly checks, was blinding. The Black newcomer had been recruited on the desiccated farm lands of Georgia and Mississippi by war-plant labor scouts. But the sensations of common relationship were missing. Especially in view of the fact that they (the Blacks) had themselves undergone concentration-camp living for centuries in slavery's plantations and later in sharecroppers' cabins. A person unaware of all the factors that make up oppression might have expected sympathy or even support from the Negro newcomers for the dislodged Japanese. The Japanese area became San Francisco's Harlem in a matter of months. As the Japanese disappeared, soundlessly and without protest, the Negroes entered with their loud jukeboxes, their just-released animosities and the relief of escape from Southern bonds. I was unable to tell the Japanese from the Chinese and as yet found no real difference in the national origin of such sounds as Ching and Chan or Moto and Kano. The Asian population dwindled before my eyes. Where the odors of tempura, raw fish and cha had dominated, the aroma of chitlings, greens and ham hocks now prevailed. The Japanese shops which sold products to Nisei customers were taken over by enterprising Negro businessmen, and in less than a year became permanent homes away from home for the newly arrived Southern Blacks. ![]() Yashigira's Hardware metamorphosed into La Salon de Beauté owned by Miss Clorinda Jackson. On the surface it appeared to be totally peaceful and almost a refutation of the term “revolution.” The Yakamoto Sea Food Market quietly became Sammy's Shoe Shine Parlor and Smoke Shop. “In the early months of World War II, San Francisco's Fill-more district, or the Western Addition, experienced a visible revolution. ![]()
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