Wendy Cheng previews my upcoming book: Dream of the Water Children

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A Black-Japanese Amerasian reflects on life in the present, with the traces of wars and their aftermaths. 2Leaf Press is pleased to announce the publication of Fredrick D. Kakinami Cloyd’s first book, DREAM OF THE WATER CHILDREN, MEMORY AND MOURNING IN THE BLACK PACIFIC, in June 2016. In Dream of the Water Children, Fredrick Kakinami Cloyd delineates the ways imperialism and war are experienced across and between generations and leave lasting and often excruciating legacies in the mind, body, and relationships.

READ The Preview Here:   http://2leafpress.org/online/preview-dream-of-the-water-children-wendy-cheng/

BOOK Release Date Changed!!


My book — Dream of the Water Children: Memory and Mourning in the Black Pacific— is slightly delayed and will be released in Spring 2016.

For those anticipating, please forgive the delay.  Publishing a book is a very intense task between publishers and authors. There are many facets that, along with everyday life matters, keeps things changing and moving and needing work to make it right.

The book is in the “proof” stage so it is in the final stages.

Be on the look out for announcements and other fun things regarding the release!

MY BOOK – Coming Fall 2014

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My Book will be released this Fall 2014, by 2Leaf Press!!

Introduction by Gerald Horne

Foreword by Velina Hasu Houston

Cover Art by Kenji Chienshu Liu

Here are just a few preview comments about the book:

Fredrick Douglas Kakinami Cloyd has written a profoundly moving and thought-provoking book. He courageously challenges our neat categories of identity, going beyond broadening our understanding of mixed race to touch what is human in all of us. This book will shift readers’ perceptions and assumptions and may change many lives. Above all, Cloyd is a master story-teller who honors and respects memory.

–Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz, historian and writer

This is a mature book that moves fluidly, as the mind moves, untroubled by traditional distinctions between writing considered to be academic vs. creative, memoir vs. personal essay, sure-footed in unexpected ways. This genre-bending book is not “experimental writing.” The author knows what he wants to say and he knows how he wants to say it, seeking, in his own words, “restoration and reclamation” for silenced voices and histories never erased because they have not yet been written. Dream of the Water Children demands that its reader rigorously consider the constructed nature of memory, identities, and historical narrative. And it is also an enormously kind and passionate chronicle of a son’’s long journey with his mother. To read it is to marvel, to learn, and to discover anew what surrealist poet Paul Éluard said: “There is another world, but it is in this one.”

–Patricia Mushim Ikeda
    Buddhist teacher / activist
    Oakland, California

Can be read as a ghost story, a meditation on how to disassemble the heartbreak machines; a catalog of copious tears and small comforts. This is a challenging example of personal bravery and filial love. It puts the “more” in memory.

–Leonard Rifas, Ph.D
   Communications, University of Washington

2Leaf Press Book LINK: http://2leafpress.org/online/dream-water-children/

Upcoming Presentations I’m doing!

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October 26, 2013

8:00 pm

Reveries and Rage: On Colonization and Survival

Presenting with other Queer and Trans people against colonization

‘Dream of the Water Children’ Reading

at Audre Lorde Room, Women’s Building, Mission District, San Francisco

Tickets: $10-15  (Click here)



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November 2013

1:00 pm

Generation Nexus: Peace in the Postwar

Artists’ Exhibition and Panel Discussion

National Japanese American Historical Society, Building 640 Learning Center

(at Controversial Military Intelligence Learning Center)

Presidio, San Francisco, CA

November 17: Exhibit Opening (I will have a kiosk with other artists)

November 23: Artists’ Panel Discussion on Peace in the Postwar

My Poem published in KARTIKA REVIEW!

Kartika Review is one of the best literary journals dedicated to Asian-Americans.

The current issue– the Spring 2012 issue has just come out.

My first poem has been published in it (page 54).

It is entitled: For Kiyoko, Epitaph/Chikai – which is dedicated to my mother who recently passed, just this past September.

March 10: US Military, Race & Sex in Japan

CRG Thursday Forum Series presents…



Imaginging Japan and the Self through Race & Sex

Thursday, March 10, 2011

4:00 pm – 5:30 pm

691 Barrows Hall

UC Berkeley


We Call It ‘The Rock’:

Circulating the Imaginary of Okinawa in the Military Diaspora

Mitzi Uehara Carter, Anthropology

My paper will explore how U.S. military personnel and their families, currently or formerly based in Okinawa (re)create and circulate narratives of Okinawa within military communities both in and outside Okinawa.  I will focus on how those narratives are shaped against their own identities as US soldiers, veterans, racialized/gendered citizens, spouses, and tourists within Okinawa.  Michael Taussig described the cultural productions of fear and the processes of sustaining Otherness in his work on colonial Colombia as a mix of  “Indian understandings of white understandings of Indians to white understandings of Indian understandings of whites.”  Likewise, I argue that Okinawan militarized and transnational space is a mix of military understandings of Okinawan understandings of US/mainland Japanese understandings to Okinawan understandings of military understandings of Okinawans.

This presentation will point to some of my general findings thus far, focusing on the framing of Okinawan difference.  For instance, I argue that local Okinawan difference from mainland Japan is emphasized and celebrated within military literature and welcome videos/blogs about Okinawa for military newcomers to Okinawa, a long used political and cultural tactic that was so effectively encouraged and orchestrated by US military administrators directly following WWII to try to quiet Okinawan dissent and slow the popular momentum to revert to mainland Japan.  However, when military and Okinawan relations are enflamed, the framing of difference is erased and the discourse shifts to a more global scale and fits in more with the US-Japan power bloc configuration of power.


Being a Black MP in Postwar Japan:

Memory and Identity through Resistance and Accommodation

as a Subaltern Occupier

Fredrick Cloyd, California Institute of Integral Studies, Anthropology

The positioning of the US as a victorious occupier over the subordinate and pliant people of Japan as the defeated was a carefully choreographed affair after WWII with its precursors in imperialism, colonialism, and neo-liberal capitalist expansionisms. In Japan and Okinawa, during and following the official occupation, steady anti-US violence by the Japanese was barred from being reported in the strictly controlled military and civilian media while the different racial groups in the Allied and US military were also living in violent relations with one another on and off bases in Japan, Okinawa and Korea. In this atmosphere of the occupation, my father re-imagined himself from poor African-American man to occupying military police. My mother wanted desperately to escape the ruins of Japan, both imaginatively and literally. In researching for a book on my family’s life and legacies, in thinking/writing nation, culture and race–colliding together through war and re(de)-construction, how has my father viewed himself through the lens of race and nation/husband and father? What becomes prioritized? What becomes linked with frames and thoughts previously unrelated? What becomes new forms of dominance and resistance that continue or resist certain forms of justice and survival?

Delicious refreshments served!

More info: http://crg.berkeley.edu/content/deployment-bases

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Poem: Who is Hiroshima?

Photo: Osaka from the air after bombings


It was no mushroom cloud. It wasn’t

When I speak……… WHO is Hiroshima? WHO owns its name?

What does its memory confront or continue?

The heavy boots of US American navy men, running off of their American boats onto the shores of Naha in Uchina, Yokohama, Tachikawa or Yokosuka—into the bars where the so-called ORIENTAL girls are there, ripe for their pickin’s and choosin’s. Attractions, games, bribes, collusions, rapes. The pliable and obedient oriental slaves. The imperial Japanese……watching, planning, bribing, stealing, Starved for food, comfort, defeated, wanting, Starving flesh.

No rule of law in Japan can touch Americans there. This started BEFORE Hiroshima was on the maps of any American. Before anyone else existed, all others are inferior.

What is Hiroshima? Who carries its name? Hiroshima overcrowds the real story, the real picture, the BIG picture.

Month after month //////// daily fire-bombings///// Tokyo, rubbles, stench……….. One month of the torture-fires at night came to Osaka where my mother was a child, forgotten now even in history books. It’s only a shadow of Hiroshima if that. Screams. Screams. Burnt flesh. Shanghai, Nanking Chinese cries under Japanese bombs. Now Tokyo under Americans.

Sirens, burning flesh, screaming, running, sweating/////// Quivering lips in bomb shelters…… Limb-flying explosions. The limbs without bodies….the end…the beginnings.

My mother the little girl—a nameless black-haired girl under flying, released, BOMBSsssssss /////

Her life supposedly never happened for neither the Japanese nor the Americans. Bone-rattling///Poundings, chemical-fires of the inside-out…….

Little GIRL survived…………the rats she ate in poverty, the hanging skin of her friends’ burnt flesh, the plea for food and water…..scrap metal roofs and trash for walls………never happened except in a warbride diary of someone else’s land. SHE was in OSAKA, Tokyo—NOT Hiroshima. And yet……..IT was Hiroshima we only utter….and remember. But as what?

It was another war////////// different from what Japanese say……….. Americans say……….burning.

I knew my mother as KIYOKO. She signed her name on her checks in the stucco red desert house……..Albuquerque. and there it was on her ID card: KIYOKO ……… written carefully, slowly, with flare by her aging hands. American military jeeps in her eyes and splinters of her friends’ bodies in her skin.

She practiced for three months everyday for one hour, to write her name in English.

Why did my FATHER, her husband, and my mother’s brother TERUO, call her EMIKO?

Over genmai-cha and osembe……I asked her at 27 /////////

She tells: Kiyoko is my sister’s name. She died in Hiroshima.

Our family papers were disappeared on AUGUST 6—you know—the JIGEN BAKUDAN. To marry your father, I needed papers.

She marries an American occupation soldier—a military policeman, just 16 years old, faking it so he can fight for the country that hates him in his own land–African-American, almost proud to be an American but this American…..is a promise and a hope, not real. Even as he was an occupation policeman with gun in hand, the lynching of black prisoners in the US military jails in Japan haunted him. He bears the only truth he knows.

I, as a son of the victor and the defeated ////////// Hiroshima is unending. Hiroshima covers all issues. Hiroshima was a wall of fire and 3000 degrees Celsius.

It was not a mushroom cloud. Blood. Scream. Flying. Death…..wall of fire.

I, the son of a Black and Yellow. I, must now…… Articulate this Place, in my body, everywhere.

Ghosts passed onto lands and dreams.

Soochow….Osaka…Tokyo…Yokohama…Tuskeegee…Nashville….Detroit….San Francisco Peace Treaty signed…then….A-bomb…Pyongyang….DaNang …Albuquerque….Stop. Listen.

When I speak………….. WHO is HIROSHIMA now?

Afro-Japanese Historical Project: a call to participate

I am beginning an outreach for persons of African-American, Japanese, or Afro-Japanese mixed descent, for three different purposes.  I am especially interested in those of the above heritages who have experience, or are a child of those who experienced living during  the US/Allied Occupation of Japan in the post-World War II period or were raised by people who were.

I am also interested in meeting people who have had friendships and relationships with those who are from that heritage/background and history.

I am interested in putting out this call for two purposes:  1) To connect with others, like myself, who are of the heritages mentioned and who have experienced life in Japan during the post-WWII Allied Occupation, or who are children of those who have, to share stories and concerns and memories; 2) To find those willing to participate either as interview subjects, or would like to participate in a research project on Afro-Asians and their relations from that time-period.  This research project will become aspects of a book(s) and also possible multimedia projects on the history of Afro-Asians, Blackness, and Asian-ness in the Asia-Pacific experience and impacts on social justice and history.  This project is only in its infancy and will be crafted as I go along in the coming months with other Afro-Asians in the San Francisco Bay Area.

This project is just beginning, in the idea stage.  It will unfold more in the coming months and into years.

At present, there have been no volunteers (as of March 27, 2012).  I have made this part of a larger project I am concentrating on, entitled:  The Black Pacific Project.

Please see my blog and videos at: http://waterchildren.wordpress.com/

Youtube videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/BlackPacificMemory?feature=watch

For information/connection, you can EMAIL:  blackpacificmemory@gmail.com

RE-POST – Hiroshima/Nagasaki 広島と長崎: the Unending Allied Occupation of Japan

Hiroshima is remembered, and perhaps will always remain a reminder of the Atomic bomb dropped.  No one speaks of Nagasaki, where a second bomb was dropped in 1945.  As horrific as these actions and effects were and are today, we do not think of the daily bombings of civilians all over some of the major cities of Japan during WW II.   I’ve talked with so many people who think that Hiroshima was the only thing done to the Japanese and that was a victory for the allies.  This is all that is in the imagination.  When people speak of victims, it is the atomic bomb survivors that they may refer to for stories and memory.

My mother’s older sister died in Hiroshima that day on August 6, 1945.  My mother herself experienced the  horrific, searing, blood-letting by the US firebombs dropped on Osaka everyday for two years.  She and her family endured these.  The aftermath of the bombings, made Japan a vast cesspool of destruction, horrific sights of humans and animals, stenches unbelievable to comprehend for most people, and the resulting effects that never go away.  After long periods of time, as people forget, people such as my mother, do not.  Even as she forgets details brought to her through the eyes and ears and nose, her night shivers and insomnia and moments of freezing upon hearing a siren, attest to the body-memory of war.  And it is not only the war caused by those bombs.

My mother, was one of the youngest medical students in Japan to enter a prestigious medical school.  She remembers that the Western doctors would humiliate the Japanese doctors in front of the students and replace Japanese ways of healing and medicine, with the Western.  This was part and parcel of the ‘re-education’ – the civilizing of the Oriental.

Most people think that the westernization of Japan began then.  This isn’t so.  If you read my earlier piece on tempura, you will understand that westerners have been in Japan for centuries, building coalitions of those who believed in the western way of doing things; struggling with those who opposed in one way or another.  The Dutch were in Japan for perhaps the longest time as far as foreigners are concerned.  They taught the math and sciences to a select group of Japanese.  This helped this select group in the Japanese civil wars over centuries, where the small island experienced multitudes of massacres, take-overs and subterfuge to unify the diverse people on the islands into a nation.  Today, people think that there is a natural Japanese or Chinese or American, and that they are born this way. The forgetting continues.

I am pointing here, to a series of violent take-overs of the mind through political and militaristic endeavors which create culture and cultures.  A national culture is created through centuries, in the case of Japan.  The strategies of western nations in their civilizing, colonial exploitation and violence over vast areas of the planet, is not even thought of now.  We are the living result.

I am the son of a Japanese woman and an African-American US serviceman.  My mother is a Japanese national.  However, her mother was mixed race.  My mother was born in Soochow, then moving to Manchuria when the Japanese began their imperial conquest of China through the making of Manchuria.  This  is often considered completely evil by Westerners, but the bombing of Tokyo Bay by Commodore Perry http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commodore_Matthew_Perry is not looked upon with horror by most people.  It was a part of manifest destiny.  And to take this further, what are the psycho-cultural effects on a people when going through this? Although it seems as if they willingly complied….. well, of course!  The so-called ‘democracy’ of the western nations is very easy with a gun.  In the case of colonialism, sometimes they were cannons and bombs.

My father is African-American man who joined the Air Force to help his family survive.  They had experienced bitter racism in the US and him and his brothers had been raised in separate families separated by several states and their family was fragmented by poverty, US laws, discrimination, and the disappearance of the father when he was very young.  This forced his mother to work several jobs.  He joined the military to empower himself as a man.  In the US during the 50s, there was very little room for a Black man to be empowered.  The racist attitudes were not sequestered in the southern US.  The racism in the other parts of the US (my father’s side of the family moving to Detroit from Nashville for more opportunities for work) were done in different forms.  His joining the military offered travel, the G.I. bill, and a way to help his mother and brothers.

My parents’ relationship was contentious throughout, even as they showed many moments of affection and friendship. They divorced in the 80s.  My mother’s experiences as a Japanese woman are only memory.  Her siblings are gone. She often questions the meaning of the war and the US Occupation. She is both happy and enraged about the Occupation.  She felt that the Japanese military needed to be stopped and the hardline policies of the schools and the poverty needed to change and perhaps the Americans could change this.  She also felt that many of the American soldiers she met were too arrogant and condescending.  She questions the meaning of her life, complete with the night shivers, insomnia, occasional flurries of outburst and hostility, then bursts of charm and grace.  She is a wise woman, tangled in our history.  I, born in Japan as a mixed-race black child in Japan, experienced harsh and near-death experiences due to racism in Japan and in the US, where our family moved in 1962.

The Atomic bombings of Japan created craters inside of people’s memory and lives.  The survivors are virtually ignored and their more extreme views are kept hushed.  If they were to say certain things, there would be consequences.  Their appeals for peace are now tamed.  My mother’s rage and loneliness, is not from her inner psychology.  Neither are anyone else’s who have experienced war.  And who has experienced war in the world?  Mostly all of our grandparents at least.  Even if we were not being bombed, perhaps we were at the factories doing our share of helping our soldiers.  Or following our presidents and ministers and emperors to slim down on our consumption and save.  This is also a part of being in war.

There are scars for the victor in a different way.  As these are not looked at carefully, and while societies carry on; doing the business of living by rules that are outmoded or unconcerned, the scars are invisible.  Soon, they are not scars anymore.  They are further privileges and pride for victorious national citizens.  This allows for further wealth and further ignoring of what had been done to them and others.  The others – the heathens, the unwanted.  Pearl Harbor’s revenge, in the case of the Japanese.  But if one were to read and investigate how World War II developed, over a long period of time, you will find that nothing is as you were taught.  The textbooks are filled with propaganda, on all sides of all oceans and mountains.  But it is a deep and wide issue in normal life today.

The Occupation of Japan that started in 1945, was supposedly ended in 1947.  Most of the US air bases stayed in Japan until the 1980s and 90s.  The constitution of Japan was written by the allied powers, especially the United States. With an increasing strategy of using Japan, Korea, Taiwan and the Philippines as a buffer to the rising Communist states, the allies needed Japan to be occupied.  It couldn’t fully control.  It had to assimilate as well as accommodate aspects of the Japanese society.  It was easier through the strict controls, censorship and dictates of the US military.  When I was a boy in 1959, 1960 to when we left to America in 1962, American military jeeps, tanks, and weaponry drove freely around Japan.  The military bases were off-limits to the locals without permission.  There were places the Japanese could not go (in their own land – or was it ‘their own land?’).  Whose land was it?  There was no ‘Japanese.’  There were divisions divided by loyalty and position in Japan.  Those who wanted to wrestle power away from the traditional, so that they could ally with Americans, British, Australian and the French, were able to rise further to the top of Japanese industrialization.  Japan today, is a neo-colonized state with openings for difference.  Much like the US state, it is now hybrid in time and values, cultural modes.  But traditional Japanese life has become a museum and the young Japanese increasingly wanted American things that are Japan-ized.

I encounter people – young people who did not experience World War II, who tell me that more atomic bombs should’ve been dropped in Japan.  I have received emails responding to other posts elsewhere, telling me to die.  Even as I speak for peace for all of us, it doesn’t seem to be what people want.  Or put another way, ‘peace‘ for some people is such a connection to trauma and pain passed on to them from their relations and their own histories, it intensifies  the pain and is mixed with the idea of retribution and revenge as a natural outcome of such pain.  This legacy will be hard to cut, unless we begin to look at the way we structure our education, our learning, our systems of life.   Healing, mourning, and thinking ability need to be included. If one thinks it is impossible, it is because we wait for others to do it.  We ourselves need to position ourselves as makers of new societies.  We have gotten here through centuries.  Changes take place in an instant or over the course of decades.  Change is happening all the time.  First we must look at our priorities as persons and as citizens.

We are national citizens.  Citizens of nations that increasingly only want peace for the people that rule and to maintain that system. Many of us do not see our own obedience in this picture.  Railing against it will get us killed.  Thinking of creative ways other than the known, is a start, I think.  At any moment now, we may be on the margins.

Photo of a joyful and hopeful Colonel Paul Tibbits, Jr.  – junior pilot of the B-29 named “Enola Gay” that would drop the Atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, August 6, 1945.  Courtesy of historicalresources.org

PEACE – thoughts #1

Photo courtesy of http://www.stuckincustoms.com


I was born in Japan.  As a way for me to begin seeing through my boiling sadness and calm rage, and coming to terms with understanding how I needed to be in the world, I began a spiritual search.  It ended at a Zen Center in Colorado, then in Upstate New York.  I do not know if I wanted ‘Peace’ as they say.  But I wanted some of the turmoil to not hinder me, to nail me down, to mangle me towards failure and discontent.  There were some things that I had told myself over and over and over.  They had come to pass.  Where did I get them?

Growing up in my era, as a hapa, a mixed race Black /Japanese, a kurombo (nigger) and ‘slant-eye’ who spoke Japanese as a first language and being scorned as the other and being beaten unconscious for it, teased mercilessly, to bleed from rocks being thrown by the neighbor kids–all played their part in my puzzlement at life.  It did not matter how nice I was, how thoughtful I was, how kind I was, how unobtrusive I was, or how vocal I was. I bled.  I cried.   Smiles by others didn’t mean much, as you may know from a previous posting in my blog.  Did the neighborhood kids understand why they were having fun in tormenting?  They were legitimized in doing so by the culture.  How?  And even if we say this was the past, we must stop ourselves.  Look around.  Constantly we are reminded that the boundaries of violence just change places, shift, move.  It is extremely mobile and it is legitimized.

So after Zen training, I did a turn-around.  Zen literally made my life into life itself.  I could no longer hide from myself.  Such is Zen training.

As I began teaching English to Japanese students in exchange student organizations in New York and in Seattle, and in speaking with so many people interested in Japan, I became puzzled at how many people thought of Japanese spirituality and people as ‘peaceful.’ Teachers, businesspeople, maintenance workers, etc. — ‘aren’t the Japanese nice and peaceful?’

And as I went through a Bachelors Degree program at Antioch University in Seattle in the 90s, then a masters’ program at California Institute of Integral Studies in San Francisco from 1999 to 2001, I was also struck at how Asian cultures were deemed ‘spiritual’ and ‘peaceful.’

People in the US, and also with some Europeans I met in the Netherlands, Germany, and Turkey, think of the Asians in a very non-historical and un-thoughtful way.

How can there be nations without genocide, torture, civil war, violence, imprisonment, exclusion, isolation, marginalization, fire, explosions, death, killing machines?

I bled from the actions of Japanese hands and mouths.  I bled.  Then even now, as times have changed, people think it is different.  We can speak of other kinds of violence.  Do people know that Japan has the highest number of murders of teachers by students?  Do people know that there is a ‘syndrome’ in Japan where people just silently drop dead at their workplace?  It is called “Kuroshi.’

Yes, as in most nations, there are wonderful and peaceful qualities.  All cultures and nations have these aspects.  But it is not the only aspect.  Also, what is beautiful and peaceful?  I choose to think that everything is both beautiful and ugly.  Things we enjoy may not be so joyous later.  Everything has a history.  In this sense, our views of Asia, and especially Japan with their kimono-clad women and their Zen gardens and their smiling public, has a veil of western exoticization in it through which we might be projecting.  In academics, a serious study of the practice of Orientalism, would be helpful to understand.

The building up of, gathering proof of, and the various methods of creating division and difference, to make OUR OWN culture or self different by DEFINING the other, is something we must pay attention to as a strategy.  Edward Said, who first coined the term Orientalism, and has written one of the most famous and oft-read social science and cultural studies works in the world, has given us a wonderful set of tools through which we may examine how our ideas of other peoples and cultures are linked to how we  OURSELVES think we LACK and what THE OTHER POSSESSES.  Our social worlds did not just happen.  We are all constantly creating where we are.  It is beautiful.  Sometimes not so beautiful.  Something is peaceful.  But sometimes not.  Sometimes something or someone is peaceful but the peacefulness comes from violence, and therefore peace represents violence in many ways.

Watching the videos of the atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, is mesmerizing.  The pilots themselves, speak of the amazing beauty of the explosion.  But it does not take away from what it did to my ancestors, my mother, and of course, to me.  It is both.

I do NOT advocate being depressed and sad and angry about everything.  What I advocate is thinking, awareness.  In this way, we may honor a fuller experience of people and life, and a wider repertoire of choices toward justice-making, change-making, ethics, and alliance-building.  A person who divides the world continually into two moral poles of beauty/ugly; good/bad; peaceful/violent, etc.  will only make their worlds very tiny and limited and will miss important avenues for change.   I don’t care and am not invested in all of the readers of my blog, to believe me or be concerned about what I write.  I am speaking to those who want to think with me, engage in reflection, give some time for experimentation, and who care about the state-of-the-world beyond wanting to ‘win’ people over to ‘our’ side or be gone.  Those things to me, are old and tired and boring, but nevertheless, people will continue with those parameters and definitions of the world.  I want more thought, creativity, possibilities.

In the picture above, we see a wonderful, beautiful picture of Hakone, a famous resort location in Japan.  Many warrior leaders prayed for victory at the shrine of these grounds.  Many people, who planned and executed massacres and battles, came here to rejuvenate themselves.  The shinto shrine here, animated their needs to fight.  I am not saying it is ‘tainted.’  If you recall what I have said earlier, it does not take away from the beauty and the peace.  Peace and violence are one.  That is why we must continually resist.  There is no rest.  There is no pure place we arrive.  If we do, it’s a fantasy.  Or if only for a moment.  It’s gone.

The question, then becomes an aspect of the deconstruction I’ve mentioned before.  Our emotions and views become more complex, more real.  Until then, I think we live in a fantasy world and we live out the fantasies of our leaders for them.