Chapters (76)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Mauna Loa: November 21, 1935
- 1. Mangoes
- 2. Watching Over Him
- 3. Rising Winds
- 4. The Okawa Fish Market
- 5. Beauty and the Beast
- 6. Homecoming
- 7. Waiting
- 8. In the Quiet
- Ghost Voices
- Carrying On: November 23–25, 1935
- 9. Sanctuary
- 10. Fire and Ice
- 11. The Sugar Train
- 12. The Green Bungalow
- 13. The House Call
- 14. The House on the Hill
- Island Voices
- The Past, the Present: November 25–26, 1935
- 15. Island Boys
- 16. Hide-and-Seek
- 17. The Bulletin Board
- Ghost Voices
- You Can’t Hide: November 27–December 4, 1935
- 18. A New Direction
- 19. One Step Forward
- 20. Awakening
- 21. Puli Plantation
- Island Voices
- Lost and Found: December 6–8, 1935
- 22. Ashes
- 23. The Surprise
- 24. The Scenic Express
- Ghost Voices
- And Then . . .: December 11–16, 1935
- 25. Restless
- 26. Collecting
- 27. Sugarcane
- 28. A Visitor
- 29. Run
- 30. Nightmares
- 31. Packing
- Ghost Voices
- Secrets: December 17–18, 1935
- 32. Town Boy
- 33. Nori
- 34. Naupaka
- Ghost Voices
- Answers: December 18–20, 1935
- 35. Lava
- 36. Uncle Koji
- 37. The Truth of It
- Ghost Voices
- Waiting: December 22–26, 1935
- 38. Revelations
- 39. Safe Places
- 40. Mele Kalikimaka
- Ghost Voices
- Shooting the Moon: December 27–31, 1935
- 41. Blackbirds
- 42. Mosquitoes
- 43. Faith
- 44. The River
- Ghost Voices
- A New Year: January 1–2, 1936
- 45. The Beating Heart
- 46. January 2, 1936
- 47. The Living
- Ghost Voices
- Hilo: July 28, 1936
- 48. The Mango Tree
- Acknowledgments
- About the Publisher
What I did learn in the fields was to listen. Me listening, eh, what a surprise, but the workers’ whispers don’t stop, they keep growing louder, angrier, yeah. It doesn’t take long for me to see my real talent is in recruiting for the unions, fighting for higher wages and better working hours for the workers. Who would have thought, eh? After I attended my first union meeting with a handful of other men, I found my inspiration. I began recruiting workers on the hush-hush to continue our fight against the owners. Over the years, I moved up in the ranks to being the right-hand man to Hideki Sato, our labor leader here at Puli. He’s a smart guy, yeah, who reads and reads and always carries a book in his hands. He’s from a family of scholars back in Japan and teaches at the plantation school. The owners have no idea he’s our labor leader and we plan to keep it that way, on the hush-hush.
We’ve kept close track of earlier strikes on the other islands and why they’ve failed. I’ve begun to recruit from outside Kazoku village, hoping other plantations will do the same. “The only way we can make headway is to keep recruiting, yeah, and combining forces with our Chinese and Filipino brothers.” Most of the workers assembled tonight are Japanese, but I look around the room to see two or three Chinese and double the Filipino men from our last meeting. I’m overjoyed, knowing it’s a start, and I’m hopeful others will follow. We can only fight the owners as a collective. It seems so simple, yeah, but it’s anything but. It’s taken me a few months to recruit forty-eight new men, bringing us into the hundreds.
The room is hot and crowded. Just thankful the cloud of cigarette smoke covers up the foul odors. Workers squeeze in, standing two-deep against the walls, while still others spill into a smaller room in back and out the front door by the time I step from behind the curtain. We’re all sweating, breathing the hot, smoky air. Up front are a wood table and three chairs. I sit down in the chair to the right of Hideki. To his left sits Aoki, our secretary and treasurer, who calls the meeting to order.
Hideki speaks up. “Thank you all for coming.”