Did you know...

Fortune cookies are an American invention. They originated in California, but who the actual inventor was, and which city in California is the true home of the fortune cookie, has continued to be a matter of debate.

One history of the fortune cookie claims that David Jung, a Chinese immigrant living in Los Angeles and founder of the Hong Kong Noodle Company, invented the cookie in 1918. Concerned about the poor he saw wandering near his shop, he created the cookie and passed them out free on the streets. Each cookie contained a strip of paper with an inspirational Bible scripture on it.

Another history claims that the fortune cookie was invented in San Francisco by a Japanese immigrant named Makoto Hagiwara. Hagiwara was a gardener who designed the famous Japanese Tea Garden in Golden Gate Park. An anti-Japanese mayor fired him from his job around the turn of the century, but later a new mayor reinstated him. Grateful to those who had stood by him during his period of hardship, Hagiwara created a cookie in 1914 that included a thank you note inside. He passed them out at the Japanese Tea Garden, and began serving them there regularly. In 1915, they were displayed at the Panama-Pacific Exhibition, San Francisco's world fair.

Other interesting facts:

• Fortune cookies became common in Chinese restaurants after World War II. Desserts were not traditionally part of Chinese cuisine, and the cookies thus offered Americans something familiar with an exotic flair.
  
• Fortune cookies were originally made by hand using chopsticks. In 1964, Edward Louie of San Francisco's Lotus Fortune Cookie Company, automated the process by creating a machine that folds the dough and slips in the fortune. Today, the world's largest fortune cookie manufacturer, Wonton Food Inc. of Long Island CIty, Queens ships out 60 million cookies a month.

Dear Editor...

Dear Editor,

As a young girl I always dreamed of coming to America- the "land of the free." I learned all about the culture, listened to all the American music I could get my hands on, and secretly learned the latest American dances from my older brother. Finally my dream came true. When I was 19, my boyfriend was awarded a fully paid scholarship to a San Fransisco university, and then asked me to accompany him to America (right after he proposed!). I went with, sad to leave my family, but excited to live out my dreams.

When I first got to America, it was just as amazing as I expected. We landed in San Fransisco an dI was in my glory. My high, however, did not last too long. on my 3rd day in America, an older woman gave me a death glare and spit at my feet. I tried to brush it off by telling myself that she was just angry b ecause she had to walk around with a walker and I had 2 healthy legs. but after a while, the truth set in- there were a lot of people who were angry towards me just because of my origin.

I normally don't let these people's behavior bother me, because I know that they are just living with their eyes closed. This time, however, it has gone too far. I can take dirty glances, but I will not stand for being fired because of my ethnic origin. That is considered institutionalized racism and that is illegal. And the laws of this country apply for me, because I, too, am an American citizen- something I worked long and hard for. I have just as many rights as those who discriminate against me.

But what I find worst of all, is that this is just one small point on a line of institutionalized racism that extends far back into history and will continue on into the future. This case will just land itself a spot on a classroom timeline right after Japanese internment, the murder of Vincent Chin, and the beating of Rodney King. We need to work together to open the eyes of our country so we can stop this colored hatred. We need to fight to stop this endless timeline of unjust tragedy, and turn America into the true American Dream of prosperity, liberty, and justice.

Sincerely,
Rachel Kim

Dear diary...

Dear diary,
I am so lost and confused! These big men in uniforms came to our door, told us we had a half an hour to pack, and then shoved us in a big, smelly truck. Mama was calm and told us to pack our backpacks with a toothbrush and some clean clothes. I didn't even have time to pack Teddy. They shoved us in their truck and I was so scared. I held on to Mama, and she told me to be a big girl and not cry. But, diary, I was so scared. I didn't know what I'd done wrong to make the big men so angry. I'd been such a good girl lately- eaten all of my veggies, even if I didn't want to, and going to bed when Mama said. We rode in the big, dirty truck for what felt like days. I don't know how long it really was, but it seemed like forever. And I was SO hungry! And thirsty! But Mama told me to hush and not complain. I didn't dare make the big men even more angry. After an eternity the truck finally stopped. They shoved us out and I gripped onto Mama so I wouldn't lose her. I finally looked at the area around me. Ther were tall barbed wire fences and even angrier looking men than those driving the truck. And they had long guns. I tried not to cry and grabbed onto Mama. They herded us like sheep towards little wooden houses. Except they weren't real houses, just 4 walls made of wood, a roof, and a few sets of bunk beds. Mama set me down on a bed and told me to go to sleep next to Margaret. But I was too scared to sleep. So I wrote to you, dear diary. Oh, I'm so scared. I don't understand what's happening...