At first, Weedflower was a slow read. I approached it more like a history textbook than a children’s fiction book. However, I began to identify with Sumiko after her awful experience with the birthday party. I felt so sad because she had no idea how racist her community was. I remember being that age and being very excited when I would get invited to someone’s birthday party. I would have been crushed if I arrived at a birthday party and could not stay because of a reason that did not make sense to me or one that I had completely no control over.
As I continued to read, I really admired the work ethic of her family and how she and her brother stuck together and helped each other through their parents’ death. I even enjoyed her grandfather. He reminded me of my grandmother – lovable, but a little bit cranky. I feel that almost any child can relate to this book because Sumiko’s family is very unique but still a family. This book would be excellent for children raised by family members who are not their blood parents or who had to immigrate and work very hard for what they have.
I have never really been exposed to much information regarding Pearl Harbor and how Japanese Americans were treated following that event. I felt ashamed when I began reading when Sumiko’s family was split up amongst internment camps. I did not know that these existed until I was in high school. It is ironic how the American curriculum exposes us to the genocide and hatred that filled concentration camps in Europe but did not teach us about how they wanted to concentrate and “keep an eye on” an entire ethnicity of people.
I was happy to see that Sumiko had adjusted to life in the concentration camp, but as I grew more attached to her, it broke my heart when she said she probably was never going to own her own flower shop and gave up on her dream. She was so determined before and still was determined with her garden, but lost her dream. I wanted to see her still have faith in herself and follow through with the flower shop. She began to feel inferior and like she couldn’t follow her dreams because of her race and how it was viewed, not because of her capabilities as a person. Because of the lack of respect that was shown to her and her family she lost respect for herself.
This book made me wonder what I would do if I was in Sumiko’s position. It would just about break me to be away from my family and be so unsure of what was to come. I’m not sure I could make do with my life at an internment camp. I would live in constant fear of being separated from family, again, and I don’t think I would be too quick to judge and make new friends. Who knows, soon after I might have to leave them behind too. I would definitely try to shield myself from all that hurt, and by doing so, complete exhaust myself. I could not be as strong as Sumiko was throughout this entire story.
Sumiko all in all was a very strong protagonist and great example for young readers. She takes something as horrible as a weed flower (the internment camp) and makes it into something beautiful. She goes through more than the average elementary reader does, but by reading this book children do not only receive a taste of American history but of a completely different perspective. I might not have children in my classroom that must work on a farm, take care of their grandfather, and basically be a parent to their little siblings, but this is a great book to expose them to how different life was then and how different everyone’s life can be.