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A Partial and Personal Timeline of Asian American Men on Stage and Screen
Teahouse of the August Moon (1979)
I’m dressed in a long dyed-purple tunic that comes down to my knees, with a wide white sailor collar. I am in third grade in Roseville, California. My dad Taku has refused to let the costuming department dye my hair. My hair is still auburn, though I’m supposed to be an Okinawan child in the late 1940s. Together my dad and I are in a college production of Teahouse of the August Moon at California State, Sacramento.
In my memory, I have two lines penciled into the script: “Wasureta,” and “Kita yo.” I forgot. Here they c…
