Yim (1889-1977) was born to a well-off Christian family in Kumsan,
Korea. After the Japanese Empire annexed Korea in 1910, Yim became
of a rising generation who bitterly resented the brutal manner in
the new rulers imposed their culture upon her homeland. Yim
studied in the United States, receiving several advanced degrees
returning to Korea. After independence, Yim served in the South
government, represented her country in the United Nations, and was
president of Chung Ang University. In her memoir, she described
school days under Japanese rule and the ways in which she and her
classmates resisted their policies.
on the Japanese Occupation of Korea
day we demanded that our teachers give us courses in Korean
When they refused, I called three of my closest friends. "Let us
Korean history book and each night copy a few pages. It will be
work, but in time we will have in our possession the treasured
I went alone
to Pastor Kim's house and told him what I wanted to do. He looked
at me for a few minutes and then smiled.
are really determined to save Korea, aren't you? I will take a
But remember, you are taking a chance too. If the Japanese should
find you with this book in your possession, they will chop off
told him I was not frightened, but I was, and he knew it.
he went to a secret hiding place and took out a beautiful
book on which were written the words Dongkook Yuksa.
Translated literally, this means "Oriental History." but the book
the work of Korean historians writing mainly about our country. He
handed the book to me, saying, "Here is your heritage. Love it.
Cherish it. Protect it."
wrapped the book in the folds of my sigachima
and returned to school. That night, my friends and I began our
laborious task. We could light no lamps and we had to keep our
carefully shaded. At times our eyes felt as though they were going
we kept on working, month after month. As soon as we finished a
we smuggled it out of the school grounds and pastor Kim helped us
it into the hands of a patriotic young men and spiritual leaders
were forming secret study circles that would some day become
the resistance movement.
morning, Miss Golden and a few of the teachers came to our class.
faces were white. Miss Golden spoke, but she did not look at us.
something is happening here that is not good for the school or for
of us. If I do not tell the Japanese police about it and they find
by themselves, the school will be closed and all of you will be
possibly beaten, perhaps even killed. You all know to what I
discussed a new rule that had been made in school which forced us
sing the Japanese national anthem each morning and to bow down
photograph of the Japanese Emperor.
decided neither to sing nor to bow. We refused to yield and after
mornings of helpless rage the Japanese teachers surrendered to
The morning routine of bowing and singing became a mere memory…..
day we became bolder. Pictures of the Japanese Emperor hung in
classroom. Before class began, a few of us slipped through the
sharpened pencils and punctured the eyes in all the pictures.
time the Jap teachers were not to be quieted. With anger in their
hearts they burst into Miss Golden's office. Just a corner behind
I followed until, when the doors slammed shut, my ear was at the
"Now you must
find the troublemaker!"
reply came in a fluttery voice. "Er… I will do all I can. After
all, we can't force the
girls to speak."
"For such a
crime, the Japanese police know how to force and answer… even from
ran away before they came out and reported what I had heard to my
classmates. Soon after, Miss Golden walked into our classroom. The
Japanese teachers trailed behind her like monkeys. Girls, you must
me. The latest incident-- the insult to the Japanese emperor-- was
really too much. If you are honest Christian girls, believers in
truth, then the one among you who is responsible will speak up."
We all stood
up. We all cried out, "I did it! I did it! I did it!" Each tried
to shriek louder than the other.
rapped her ruler on the desk.
Order! Order! Now I'm going to leave this classroom. No one will
permitted to walk out-- for any reason-- until the guilty party
left and lock the door. Luncheon hour passed. We sat perfectly
the classroom. No one even whispered. No one even smiled. The sun
and it became dark.
Hourly Miss Golden poked her head through
the door, asking, "Which one of you committed the crime?" the
was always the same - a host of "I dids." And then the door would
shut and we would resume our silence. Finally the supper hour
and Miss Golden came in-- a beaten woman. She had thought she knew
about Koreans. Now she learned another fact, one which many others
since learned: We are a very stubborn people….
were changing. During my two years at [school at] Chunju, I had
been fully aware of it. But returning this summer in 1916 I could
what this tenth year of the Japanese occupation meant. Every where
could see the ugly little islanders and their ill-fitting
Many Japanese civilians were coming over from the "homeland" and
settling in Korean homes. Where a Japanese now resided, a Korean
once lived. The side streets were beginning to show signs of these
evictions, as families encamped temporarily in rude shacks near
homes they once owned. Many were dazed. Their new rulers kept
they were here to" help" them. But what strange ways they had of
Source: Louise Yim. My Forty Year Fight for Korea. New York: A. A.
Wyne, Inc. 1951, pp. 60-61, 66-68, 78.