Category Editorial

by John Endo Greenaway

a time to celebrate

So long ago – We lived inside that glory, local stars we were, shooting through the unseen dark fear clouds massing out beyond the field where we played ball, bright ball. excerpt from Shadow Catch as performed by Michael Mori…

When a war between nations is lost The loser we know pays the cost But even when Germany fell to your hands Consider dear lady, consider dear man You left them their pride and you left them their land And…

a vote for democracy

Given the lengths that previously-disenfranchised groups of people in Canada have gone through to get the right to vote, you’d think more people would cherish the right to have a say in who runs their city, their province and their country.

I was interviewed the other day and among the questions were two that spoke to the issue of identity. The questions struck me as rather odd but at the same time gave me pause for thought. The first was, “You…

When I took over as English editor of The Bulletin almost 19 years ago in the fall of 1993 my mother Fumiko Greenaway was managing editor, a role she had filled since the mid eighties, in the midst of the…

Regular (and discerning) Bulletin readers will notice an unusual heft to this issue. While some of this can be attributed to some weighty content, it is due in large part to the inclusion of a 16-page survey by the Nikkei…

This month we say goodbye to Gordon Hirabayashi, who passed away on January 2nd in Edmonton at the age of 93 after a long struggle with Alzheimer’s. I met Gordon only once, briefly. It was back in the late eighties, and I was travelling through Edmonton with Kokoro Dance, a dance company co-founded by Gordon’s son Jay.

As the year of the dragon prepares to pounce on an unsuspecting world, we look back in this issue of The Bulletin—not over the past year, but over the past seventy years and more. The decision by the University of…

beneath bare branches bagpipe and bugle, forlorn bracket the silence half circle of faces hands in pockets, cenotaph stands at attention scattering of red poppies, laid gently to rest on a bed of stone

Kirsten McAllister, this month’s community profile subject, has spent much of her adult life exploring the landscape, or terrain, of memory. It’s not always a benign or easily navigable landscape, as she makes clear in the interview. Still, for those…