. . . a use of history that severs its connection to memory, its metaphysical and anthropological model, and constructs a counter-memory-a trans-formation of history into a totally different form of time.
This is the story of the conference that my mother wouldn't attend. Her name is June Yuriko Aoki. She was supposed to be there-or at least I supposed that she would be there. When I learned about the York University conference on mothers and sons, I called her long-distance to ask if she would like to go and speak with me about our relationship as nisei (second-generation Japanese-Canadian) mother and sansei (third-generation) son. I hoped that she would say yes, mostly because this would have been a rare chance for us to share my professional world. I also thought, with some self-satisfaction, that we might embody a celebration of mother and son. She did indeed agree; she said she was happy to do so. She could visit with