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By Hiroshi Motomura My family came to America in 1957, when I was three years old. We lived in an apartment on Bush Street in San Francisco, a ten-minute walk from the traditional Japantown first settled by Japanese immigrants a half century before us. The 1950s were a time when not many immigrants came to America, at least as compared to today. My family arrived long after the early waves of Asian and European immigrants around the t...
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