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

Sezen Aksu: the Queen/Diva of Turkish Pop

Sezen Aksu (July 13, 1954 -) is the quintessential diva extraordinaire, of Turkish pop.  She is the indisputable queen diva of the Turkish pop music scene.  ‘Pop’ music, now worldwide, through the effects of American colonization, always mixes with its locales to create interesting hybrid music that also carries certain themes that repeats throughout the world.  Songs of falling in love, songs of loving what or who we cannot have, separation and longing, devastation and pride, sorrow and joy.  Also, to dance our butts off.  Sezen Aksu’s unique, rough voice carries emotions that many in the Mediterranean are attracted to.  She has influenced pop music in the mediterranean nations, the Balkans and changed the annual Eurovision Music Context with her protege, Ertab Serener.  From the 1970s through today, and continues to break barriers.

She is particularly attractive to me in other ways, making me like her music more.  Her life has not been comfortable, although her fame and fortune has helped her.  She has married and divorced several times, something Turkish society does not like and in some cultures within the Turkish nation, divorcing is a taboo that the woman pays for the rest of her life (although this is not unique just to Turkish sub-cultures).  She has also married an Armenian, works tirelessly and speaks out vigorously for women’s rights and gay rights, and for the rights of the Kurds.  She has been allowed to stay out of jail, even though she has sung songs in the ‘illegal’ language of the Kurdish people, Zaza cultures, and Armenian people  in Turkey, and has co-sung with some of these groups’ popular singers, raising the eyebrows and bringing much-needed discussions at Turkish dinner tables.  She dares the powers that be, to let democracy work, and to love who we love, and for singers and all artists, to express and to live.

I present a nice classical-tinged with a bit of Astor Piazzolla-esque ballad, and a rocking dance song by her.  The remixes of her dance music have been done by hundreds of different musicians.  The dance song ‘Rakkas’ has become a perennial classic in Turkish pop culture and also internationally it is one of the most ‘mixed’ songs in dance clubs by DJs from Spain, Greece, the UK, India, Germany, Hungary to Japan.

Sezen Aksu: wikipedia

Sezen Aksu official site

Kıran kırana

Rakkas

Nation & Person – Bullying & Difference: The Bully Project

I am a person who has been bullied.  As a child in both Japan and the United States, I was the target of bullying.  Both of my parents were also targeted.  The imagined ideal, given to us by our cultures and societies, in the context of certain times, when certain things are happening, allow bullying as a fabric of  legitimizing ‘survival of the fittest’ memes that circulate as universal natural sciences, masquerading as social science as well.

We handle being targeted differently, according to severity, our personalities, the communities we live in or transition into, the time period and circumstances, as well as an effect that anyone hardly mentions:  accumulation.  Bullying is not just about a person or group targeting someone for their looks and/or behavior or race and other factors perceived as ‘go’ lights to offend and abuse, maim and kill spirits.  It is mixed with national and cultural histories as well.  It is usually repetitive because it is the relationship between dominant and subordinate.

As an example; in my mother’s case, she was born in China, then her family fled to Japan when she was little.  Her mother was assassinated by national Japanese soldiers.  My mother’s mother was Chinese and Austrian.  All non-Japanese in Japan in the late 1930s and early 1940s, were suspect and were mostly accused of being spies.  In Japanese schools and neighborhoods, under the fascist dictatorship of Tojo, the police were basically terrorists.  In addition, some people in every neighborhood would be branded ‘good citizens’ by being the neighborhood watch, reporting to authorities and being free to hold people and situations they deemed ‘un-national’ and unpatriotic.  Of course.  As one can guess from this scenario, the racism intensifies, legitimizing very harsh penalties for Japanese who even socialize with or are seen with a non-Japanese, much less being free to marry or whose parents and relations were from different nations and cultures.  This scenario also legitimates all sorts of lies and stories that could be made as a tool of power if one simply doesn’t like someone.  Someone may invent a sordid story which suddenly becomes more true and believable at this point, legitimizing violence.  This scenario, is not too different from other areas and times around the world, when the building of a nation rests on certain intensifications of racism and other forms of marginalizations including local stigmas, legitimating superiorities and punishments.

In addition, my mother experienced being bombed by the Americans and having an older sister killed in Hiroshima.  Another older sister of my mother’s committed suicide after social stigmatization.  She had been kidnapped and made a comfort woman for the Japanese imperial army.  My mother was bullied in elementary and junior high school in Japan, for being non-pure Japanese.  In high school, my mother became a bully, belonging to a band of girls feared at her school.  It is not that one decides, necessarily.  The circumstances warrant some response.  In any case, violence does not just go away.  It always has effects.

One can imagine this tender beautiful, funny woman who is my mother, at certain times, would become an ugly and scary, violent woman.  I would sometimes fear her as much as love her as a mother and confidant.  The fabric of all of our lives are made of this.  Those people who experience non-violence in the home, have most likely been shielded from the exploitative violences that have shaped privilege.  Privilege is sometimes un-thought, unspoken.  For instance, a Japanese woman who has experienced fascist governments, suicides, daily humiliations by classmates, abuse and being ordered around by a stepmother and older brother and is bombed by the Americans everyday and a host of other things, cannot be told to be peaceful and quiet and good.  While that is true, many Americans think that they should, while their families were the ones building the bombs and making the American war effort succeed without bombs to run from or fascist government dictates.  They have been told that the Japanese were bugs that should be smashed off of the face of the earth and that Japanese knew nothing of democracy.  It was a sham, a propaganda, a way to be superior.  The Japanese would also make stories of the Americans and this would keep the violence at a high level in both countries.  Whether one was a soldier or not, it doesn’t matter.  The racist hate-mails I receive in the present day, are not from former US soldiers in the World War fighting the Japanese.  People calling me ‘Jap’ and slant-eye that should die, often come from young people.  Their grandparents have passed it down.  There is a certain worldview.  It is politically incorrect so it is not around on postcards and bugs bunny cartoon shows, or in magazines as they were regularlyduring  the war.  The hatred is kept private, and comes out towards people like myself, unseen to others.  It is often a surprise to classmates and friends and sometimes those racist-carrying people would be defended and I would be labeled a paranoid lunatic who is making it up.  This scenario is one such generalized example of the legacy of racism and legitimate bullying and how it is carried forward.  It looks differently according to climate and circumstance, etc. but it is still there.  Other people have gone through changes about this.  In my mother’s case, being told to be ‘good’  by people who are in a privileged position in relation to the history between the Japanese and the Americans, the being told is a furthering of the bullying.  It already establishes a positioning in relation to violence.  The privileged who carry out the violence, then continues to tell people how they should act in relation to the violence?  This is violence as well.  My mother did not invent fascism.  She was a little girl in a country that was ruled by fascist leaders.  It was not pretty.  But neither was what Woodrow Wilson and the other bankers and corporatists and the military leaders of the US and England did, continuing to fabricate reasons to amass finances and resource-power through militarization and superiority over the Asian nations, attempting to colonize before the World War.

Bullying has many faces.  The inter-personal bullying is a part of how nation-states can become strong.  Bullying is a way in which we may choose ‘the strong’ over the weak.  The CIA recruits people who do not have feelings and who can carry out orders with a smile.  They know how to smile and be charming.  Being detached from compassion is a part of smiling and being charming.  They don’t have to be mutually exclusive.  Some of the coldest and calculating people are the most charming.  Yet they are the quiet bullies.  Some are more overtly aggressive while others do it covertly.  Torturing is a learned thing.

In the movieThe Bully Project ( http://www.thebullyproject.com/_/Bully_Project_home.html) one notes in one of the stories that even after a youth kills himself, the bullies come to school wearing fake nooses around their necks as a furthering torment.  It is continuing fun.  It is not thought of as something bad or wrong.  There are smiles and laughter and joinings in. The school board continued to ignore it, because it was embarrassing to them.  They wanted it quiet.  The parents had fought long and hard and yet the school officials kept it hushed.  These parents, however, did not give up.  It is sad that so many of the parents of the other children (the majority), did nothing but listen to the speeches like it was entertainment, telling their children to stay away from the families of the bullied.  In this way, the institution, the school, condones the bullies.  It knew it was.

In doing anthropological/sociological research on prison systems, and the spread of US systems into Turkey and Japan, for instance, which I have done, it became clear how prison systems are related to bullying and the spread of military superiority.  Time and again, when interviewing prisoners and former prisoners as well as prison guards and interrogators, whether reading their accounts or interviewing them myself, that it was important that the military had those who are expert bullies who felt nothing in relation to perpetrating interrogations and torture.

Nowadays, in the television programs and the most popular movies, violent and malevolent speech and physical brutality as a way of communicating distaste and devaluing the other is commonplace.  Smartass comments are funny, even though it is often violent.  Often, nothing different can enter.  As much as we think that every individual makes their own decisions, every individual is in a different position in relation to violence, and depends on class, race, and behavior in relation to masculinity and femininity continuums, body motion techniques (do I walk right? eat right? talk right? etc.).  So the connection between violence, heterosexism and homophobia, patriarchy and militarism are very close in American society and most of the wealthier nations.  Most likely this is becoming more true as we speak, in a globalizing world, in the wannabe countries.  There is less diversity than ever before.  More violence in the world than ever before.  Why?

I want to applaud and support The Bully Project for being one of the strongest voices to speak to bullying and its connection to nation-state, masculinity and manhood, and the non-acceptance of difference.  If we cannot co-opt and/or recruit into our own fold, then we antagonize and destroy.  These are the only options increasingly in the globalizing system.  And we know there are most of us living, who fake it.  Then we wonder why we are depressed, seeing therapists, destroying our families, getting drunk and doing drugs all the time, having addictions, etc. etc.  I do not believe we need more drugs and therapists to cure.  These are social problems related to the violence that is our modern and postmodern cultures, constantly being created by either our actions or our inactions.

My mother turned to bullying for awhile, to combat being swallowed by bullies.  that aspect of her has not changed, even though she is no longer throwing her weight around in school hallways.  Others like myself, chose more silence.  However, later it caught up with me and I tried to take leave of this world.  It didn’t work. Suicide is an ultimate harm to oneself.  I chose other routes afterwards.  My father took the route of trying to assimilate.  As a Black man in the US, he wanted to be the fairest, well-spoken and educated, open-minded man and was truly a humanist.  But he gave up so much in order to be this.  And humanism has so many problems insofar as diversity is concerned.  And there are some things he does not understand because of it.  Short of accusing my father of being ‘white,’ how can we communicate through difference?  My father feels (at least the last few times we spoke) that all humans are alike with trivial differences.  His actions also speak to this philosophy.  My mother is the opposite.  She feels that people are very different and this cannot be reconciled and we have to live with it.

The Bully Project, which is a movie that shows the crisis in which US society shows itself in young people, yet is mostly ignored.  This Project addresses questions about what is legitimated socially and about community and nation.  How can a nation have nice and compassionate kids while everyday we know that bombs fall representing us, onto families who are not running governments, being killed as pawns of difference-equals-expendable?  All the moral preaching won’t work.  It is a lesson in hypocrisy and illegitimacy.  It is a lesson in the violent underpinning of Empire and nation-building.

The Bully Project is about all of us, whether we believe so or not.  Where do you stand? What do we do?

The Bully Project website:  http://www.thebullyproject.com/_/Bully_Project_home.html

No Bully website:  http://www.nobully.com/

Soldiers & an Educated Awakening

This speech tells it like it is.  War veterans have come to study, reflect, and understand their experience in light of what they know, what they’ve heard, what they’ve seen, and the contradictions between what was told to them and what the realities are.  Despite this, thousands of others choose to ignore–to REFUSE and to cling to blind patriotism (American nationalism) which is racist, sexist, and terribly misinformed to say the least.

This veteran’s speech  in this video is moving in its awakened and clear, reasoned and studied, angry and compassionate expression of a truth above propaganda, speaking truths.

Please visit Iraq Veterans Against War: http://www.ivaw.org/

Lauryn Hill – I Get Out

Lauryn Hill sings to freedom and anti-oppression.

My take on her great song and singing:    She sings to the institutions that are relentless in binding us to complacency and being normal or down;  She sings to the relationships that bind her down and keep her enslaved;  She sings to the ideas and imaginations that are limited; she sings to the emotions that disempower her anytime there is a chance of change and hope;  She sings to the depressions and misplaced anger that keep her inactive and immobile;  She sings to the comforts that distract her from her using her capacities for social justice and change; She sings to herself and those parts of her that have oppressed her self as well as others. She sings to the forces brought by people that oppress, kill, and bind us to believing that it is ‘natural’ this way.

TASHA – The Best Female Korean (Blasian) Rapper

There are many great rappers and hip-hop artists from Korea as well as of Korean ancestry who are living in other countries including the US and in the European countries.

“T” or Tasha is my personal favorite and she is also considered the best female rapper in Korea.  She is Black/Korean biracial–or, if you will: Blasian (black + asian) – or :  Blorean (black + korean).  Her Korean name is Yoon MiRae.

She, in her interviews, speaks of the prejudice of Korean society against people of mixed heritage, like moi‘s experience in Japan in the 50s and 60s.  Being Blackanese myself, I particularly love this song.  I wish I heard it when I was younger.  It would’ve been my only comfort.  Like her, my only comfort was music when I was growing up.

Tasha Reid / “T” / Tasha / Yoon Min Rae – wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tasha_Reid

This song is called “Black Happiness.’   It is a very touching song, especially made so by the voice of her real-life father speaking to her, encouraging her just after the middle of the song through toward the end.   I copied the lyrics from the YouTube site, posted by doolee10.

Black Happiness

My skin was dark from my past
People used to point at me
Even at my mom Even at my dad who was black, and in the army
People whisper behind my back
Said this and said that
I always had tears in my eyes
Although I was young
I saw my mother’s sadness

Everything
seemed like it was my fault
Because of my guilt
I washed my face everytime during the day
With my tears I melt the white soap
I always hated my dark skin
why O why
Does the world judge me
When I hate the world
I close my eyes

I put my soul into the music my father gave me
I feel the volume
And fly higher and higher
Far away
la musique

(When I hate the world)
(Music soothes me)
(you gotta hold on)
(and love yourself)
(When I hate the world)
(Music raises me up)
(so you gotta be strong)
(you gotta hold on)
(and love yourself)

Time passed and I was thirteen
My skin was dark brown
Music doesn’t judge color
They give me light
I lead my music
We lean on eachother
I don’t feel lonely
Then one day
I was given a chance
I held on to my microphone

And suddenly I was on stage
I say goodbye to music and ask it to come back
Then I became nineteen
I have to lie
I put white makeup over my face
They told me to wear a mask
They said my mom’s race was okay
But not my dad’s
Every year my age was nineteen
During times when time stopped

I felt like I was in jail
And I leaned on myself
I spent endless, painful days
I ignored their warnings
And because I missed music
I tried to escape
But no, I got caught
I prayed all night
And now I’m free

August 1945 – Hiroshima & Nagasaki 広島と長崎 : Politics/Memory/Reality

PHOTO:  Japanese girl praying at the Hiroshima Memorial Museum in Japan.  Courtesy of China Daily.

August 6 and August 9, 1945.   The Great Death occurred in Japan.

Everyone in the universe is an ancestor of the Atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima 広島 and Nagasaki 長崎, Japan in August of 1945.

What parts memory and apathy, ignorance and decadence play in our identities as world citizens would inform the level to which we may understand my opening statement.  It indicts and also informs new possibilities–to say: we are all ancestors of that horrific period.  The problem is that people think of war as an event.  War happens at such and such a time and the opponents are good or bad, one or the other.  Usually, all sides of the war play themselves out as ‘good.’  Also, many citizens of a region, community, ethnic group, religion, or nation-state, and other such divisions that foment conflict escalations into warfare, may think of themselves as ‘innocent’ in a war.  I do not blame any of these sides for their self-labels.  This is because the fog into which we are thrust when it comes to memory, and how memory is largely controlled by larger forces, is ignored or made too complex for understanding in the mainstream ways in which we have learned to think.  Indeed, I would challenge the fact that most people know how to ‘think’ because we have been taught to do our thinking within a framework that benefits the national dominant, in which we are citizens.

An aunt, whom I never knew, died in Hiroshima in the atomic bomb blast on August 6, 1945.  My mother’s older sister had gone from Osaka to Hiroshima that day, to pick up important documents concerning my mother and her father.  By 8:20 that morning, she was incinerated and blown through the atmosphere, gone forever.

When my mother and I were moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico by my father–who is an African-American man who met my soon-to-be mother when he served in the US Occupation of Japan on the Occupation police force, my mother was terrified to learn that the Los Alamos laboratory, just two hours away, was where the atomic bomb had been conceived and tested, then shipped to the Enola Gay.  I, being too young, did not know why she was upset, at the time.

As an adult, I learned about the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bomb.  It wasn’t until I was 19 years old, when I asked very innocently about my mother’s siblings, that I found out about her older sister that was killed.  Then my mother proceeded to tell me that she experienced one year of US bombings in Tokyo, then two months of bombings in Osaka.   Over the years, I began reflecting on why my mother was the way she was….always awake at night, falling asleep at 4 or 5 o’clock in the morning, then sleeping until 2 or 3 in the afternoon.  She would sometimes be sweating when she woke up, and would have to take a bath.  We lived on US Air Force Bases in Japan and in the US.  Whenever the noontime sirens would go off, my mother would become tense and she would become fidgety, sometimes cry out with some kind of sound.  I, found out, that the sirens bothered her.  The US bombings of Osaka were at NIGHT.   It all made sense to me then, at that moment I began to actually think about my mother, instead of myself.  She had come from a wealthy upper-class Japanese family, but she had spent much of the postwar time in poverty and their family had to have rationed rice and for a short time, she and her friend had survived on the streets eating rat’s legs sometimes.

Over the years, as I began doing public talks of my experiences in Japan in the early 1960s, and speaking about my mothers’ experiences to people; as well as doing research on the World War II Japanese experience, Hiroshima and Nagasaki loomed large and in most cases, most Americans only thought of this as World War II.  The other pictures Americans had in their minds were of the Japanese brutalities toward its Asian neighbors in China, the Philippines, Korea, and Southeast Asia.  No other images of Japanese/US relations or history, no other images of what was happening in Japan, or in the halls of the US Occupation forces along with their scientific laboratories, military bases, educational institutions, and economic institutions toward ‘re-building’ Japan, were known to anyone.  It really was true.  People’s prejudices and knowledges are formed by what they have encountered over and over and over.  There is no investigation or questioning.  Even with the nicest of people and friends, the most thoughtful, there was nothing I could do to surmount the defensiveness and ignorance.  In addition, there is aggression in regards to memory, by both the Japanese people by-in-large, and the Americans.

I became further traumatized and disheartened when I began speaking and writing about it in the US, and I would be met with “you should’ve all died in the bomb’ and ‘there weren’t enough atomic bombs dropped on you’ and ‘it’s even payback for Pearl Harbor and Nanking and Seoul.’  I would be the first to condemn the Japanese military and government’s brutalities.  I do not make them worse or better than the US.  If people would research how the US had treated Japan leading into the war, the knowledge of the US government about Pearl Harbor, the politics of building and using the bomb in relation to the Soviets, and the use of Japanese bodies to secure US imperial ambitions, etc. etc. etc……perhaps the story would be different.  Perhaps we can say that everyone needs to change directions and we can create something different.

I have also been aware of the tireless and depressing work that the atomic bomb survivors–the hibakusha 被爆者 have been doing, to enlighten people on the work and what their work means.  People have tended to see their work as a plea for pity and compassion.  Yes compassion, perhaps, but the knowledge of the leaders on how the US and Japanese governments colluded to keep information hidden, and how the US were callously uninterested in healing Japan or the survivors, but interested in experiments and scientific data, and how the cruelty and force of the US Occupation has been hidden from the public, and other such information has been a key factor in the hibakusha’s work in educating people.  The work of ‘never again’ had been abandoned by the hibakusha when they themselves began doing research and through their experiences, realized that this was naive.  Would people who conceived the bomb, then dropping it on a people, be uninterested in that country’s welfare unless it benefited them, and be designing bigger and more horrific bombs at the same time, be told ‘why don’t we stop doing it, it’s bad’?  The road to peace, is more complex than asking for it.  It is too late to have this kind of peace.  It is deeper, more insidious, more complex, more frustrating.  It would take tremendous social movements to develop to shift our world from national elite mentalities.  All of us are within this system.  What we know needs to be a question, and what we do not know needs to be known.  How to THINK about these things is also another issue and concern. Knowledge alone will suddenly wake people up.  Some people know many things.  How do they think of these things?  Do they secretly want the ‘other’ to go away from the world, but are nice about it, or keeping it to themselves?  Do they even care about how to use knowledge except as personal opinion?

The prominence of the Hiroshima/Nagasaki atomic bombs in the Pacific War imagination, has made people like my mother, become invisible.  If one were to look at the pictures of Osaka, where my mother’s family lived, in 1945, you would see a city that is desolate and gone, and similar to the picture of Hiroshima.  The US did daily bombings in 66 different cities during this time.  Most of the killings were of civilians.  The chemical weapons were used.  In the case of Tokyo, Osaka, Kobe, Yokohama, for instance, the fire-bombs were used.  This was purposefully used in Japan, where many of the houses were made of wood and paper, and the fires would spread quickly as chemicals sprang out from the bombs in all directions, then igniting a spark to create the fire.  These were not just explosions.  My mother’s history of being bombed over a prolonged period of time, is a trauma that has not been addressed or spoken of.  Hiroshima and Nagasaki stories need to be told. But also, the fire-bombing experience is another form of prolonged tension, torture and death.  Daily bombings. Daily.  Now, as you see in the video below, young Japanese children from Tokyo, are taken on field trips to the Hiroshima Memorial and are fed lies about how the benevolent US helped save and build Japan.  Hiroshima, in other words, is USED by the powers and has gained prominence in the imagination because of it, not just because of the horrific actuality of it.  The daily bombings of 66 cities and the 60 percent utter destruction and killings are not mentioned at all except by historians more-or-less excited by it while they look at pictures of nice-looking warplanes built by the US (i.e. entertainment).

The hibakusha story was not over at the dropping of the bomb.  And it started way before the bomb.  As you may know from reading, even the military has conceded, through the display of their own documents, that the dropping of the bomb was strategic and was eager to be used in order to show up the Soviets.  The Japanese were already starving and defeated at the time the bomb was dropped.  But I cannot tell some people this.  They continue to feel that it was just and America did ‘the right thing.’  These people will also allow other bombs and killings by their nation-states, because they believe ‘it is justice.’  So we will NOT have peace in the near future.

As I write this, it is August 5, 2010.  I write this with my ancestors in mind.  My father, working in a military that treated Black men inferior.  He worked as a policeman in the US Occupation, while sometimes, he had to go to the Korean War fields during the US war there–a war which most people do not remember.  My father trying to be a good American, while the Japanese public largely knew nothing of what atrocities the Japanese had committed in the neighboring nations.  My uncle, my mother’s older brother, was a colonel in Burma (today it is called Myanmar), but had left just before one of the most brutal battlefields of World War II, in Burma, had started.  When I had the chance to speak with him about his experience for a short period when I was younger, his stories were horrific.  He had conflicts with some of this brutal higher command and had to endure their abuse against him and the more subordinate soldiers.  The legacies of oppression continued.  Meanwhile, lynchings of Blacks in US Occupation prisons in Japan were happening, and enduring the racism in the military to be a national citizen continued for my father.

Many people still believe the names that are given to institutions as exactly what they say they do.  The organization mentioned in the video below:  ABCC – The Atomic Bomb Casualty Commission, has been told to the Americans as one of the more benevolent things the US had been doing to ‘help’ the devastated and uncivilized Japanese to become a nation again.  It was a front for the experiments the US needed to do on the victims.  In addition, they had to cover up the fact that nuclear reactors and nuclear energy, spread through air and water without detection and caused cancers and related diseases.  This had to be hidden from the world population, now that there were nuclear plants around the world.  Compassion and kind democracy was and still is,  a cover for other things.  These things had been planned way before the atomic bomb was conceived of.  The World War was an imperial project that began with France, Britain, Australia and the US snubbing Germans, the Soviets and the Japanese, as well as the Southern Europeans.  Not just in attitude.  Some of these nations were not doing well economically and within their poverty, they resisted the market-capitalist system which made them go deeper into debt and to be controlled by those countries.  I do not say that fascism is correct.  I am pointing to the reality of pressure, of attitude, of racism, of self-concern, and a callous disregard and disrespect in the intensity that creates enemies.  Enemies co-create.  If one has more resources at one’s disposal, then perhaps there is a power imbalance already.  The fear of losing that power plays a large role in making the attitude that resources must be competed for.  So the game of the elites is oftentimes a smokescreen.   The masses must be kept ignorant and be told that they are free while resources are amassed and the struggle for supremacy continues or escalates.

The bombings of the Japanese cities by the US Americans, the atrocities and bombings of the Asian countries by the Japanese, the Communist and nationalist struggles going on at the time of the 30s and 40s, the Soviet and US complexities, the need for land in order to move military hardware, the propaganda, etc.  — all play into the game of controlling land (which are now nation-states) and water and air.  As I look at my life and my parents’ lives, I feel sad, and at the same time I respect their strength and survival.  Everything seems to me, contradictory.   The World Wars still live in all citizens and through all citizens in the system of institutions and identity.  Our systems of governance, the materials and institutions all have come from the re-configuring of worlds into what it is ongoing in every present day moment.  Along with the hibakusha and my mother’s memory, I work so that perhaps the world would arrange itself differently so that we can mourn, create justice, and to live more peacefully than we do.  At present, everything is a preparation for more wars.

The glee and happiness of some who built the bomb, dropped the bomb, etc. was the victor’s posture.  Don’t people feel it strange that a people from a compassionate democratic country would feel happy about killing the amount of people they were told would be killed in the bomb — 30,000 or so?  Even if for a ‘good’ cause?’  But how could the killing of civilians be a ‘good’?  Because they believed in the racism that was taught to them.  The number killed, of course, would be higher that the pilots and bombadier were told.  The fear and coming remorse of the pilot crew of the Enola Gay, were assuaged a little, by hearing of the dropping of leaflets on the cities before dropping the A-bomb which were warning the population that a bomb would be dropped.  This was supposed to make it easier for the Americans.  It was, however, not meant to ‘warn’ the Japanese.  In fact, there were two planes that flew over Hiroshima that day.  The first was a plane meant to surveil how many people would be outdoors instead of indoors at what exact time, for the maximum benefit of this bomb.  They needed as many bodies to experiment on so that further research could be done.   The Enola Gay went after this first plane, when it was determined that at exactly 8:15, the bomb must fall.  None of this is secret.  And the US President’s words to the US public after the bomb?  The public was told that Hiroshima was a military target.  Most Japanese that I personally have spoken to, who were knowledgeable of Hiroshima, told me that although there were some Japanese soldiers there, most of the military there had the largest concentration of foreign military and their families, as well as Japanese civilians.  Hmmm….

The Japanese government did NOT tell their public what was happening.  Even as Japan was starving and desolate before the bomb, the public was told that the Japanese were victorious everywhere and nothing was wrong.  Although much of the public were unconcerned except about getting food and living lives, this was meant to hide the realities.  Even after the bomb, some of the more hardline militaristic Japanese commanders, did not want to surrender.  According to most of the reliable documents I know of , the Emperor was not told the complete story.  When he visited Hiroshima himself, he realized that he was not being told the truth.  They had to surrender.  However, three months before the atomic bomb, many of the other Japanese commanders were already planning to surrender and their ruling committee was conflicted.  The hardliners wanted a death-wish to come true.  They hated themselves and wanted all of Japan to go down.

So, as we are pawns and pieces in elite war games, it should alert us to support more justice and healing-from-trauma movements, and social movements that bring about different ways of thinking and forcing accountability to be prioritized and for us to build different worlds, away from the joys of militaristic victory which requires death and assimilation.  We can live as diverse beings that are more self-sufficient, not depending on the war-makers, yet having to contend with their control over us.  The elite will not change their ways because we think it is better.  They have already proven that ultimately, they do not care, unless it is of benefit to them…….or not.

This has been my own unique way, this year, to give my commemoration of the 65th anniversary of that day of the Great Death, along with my previous posting on Hiroshima:

https://ainoko.wordpress.com/2010/06/28/hiroshima-and-the-allied-occupation-of-japan-starting-in-1945/

For further readings on Japan/US and social dynamics during and post World War II, please read John Dower’s works, which I think are collectively excellent:

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=john+dower&x=0&y=0&ih=9_1_0_0_0_0_0_0_0_1.112_97&fsc=-1

 


Arundhati Roy. Jill Scott. Pointing to Resistance

“Power is fortified not just by what it destroys, but also by what it creates. Not just by what it takes, but also by what it gives. And powerlessness reaffirmed not just by the helplessness of those who have lost, but also by the gratitude of those who have (or think they have) gained. ”

– Arundhati Roy, from The Greater Common Good May, 1999

Internalized oppressions and bourgeois ideals can brutalize our ways to alliance-building and liberations.

Legacies of being violated in the social structure, playing out in the everyday, can leave nothing but those actions in our own actions, replaying them without realizing, with seemingly no other way to go.  If we divide ourselves and each other in our own communities, if we make them violent and unforgiveable, confusing and isolating, the way becomes darker.  Faking friendships–making them false friendships, comfort and safety and wanting this everywhere is also a weakness that strangles and disempowers us, legitimizing our giving up easily and to becoming hopelessly hopeless in the never-ending fight and struggle for justice, equity, care, and ethics in our everyday present.

Patriarchal assumptions in relations, ignoring our roots, in letting history allow us to ignore, in relegating ‘good’ activisms towards those that wind up supporting the morally superior, which already controls, dominates and violates us and admonishes those violated to remain ‘good’ while they continue to maintain and intensify the spaces and actions through which they dominate, making smaller spaces for difference and other—- onward onward.

Break the chains that would have us continue to want absolute safety, comfort, dominance and moral superiority, and to legitimize our own traumas and weaknesses through our practices of our own dominations.  The master/slave dynamic is not just about dominance and submission in their raw forms.  It is also about how we have internalized these notions and operate those creatures on ourselves.  We have moved way past treating each other the way we want to be treated.  If we hate ourselves, then how would we treat others–even in our so-called ‘best’ behavior?  Ask ourselves what must be done to turn directions, no matter how difficult.

What Arundhati Roy, activist/writer; and Jill Scott, poet/activist and singer, would ask us to do is to think about how we circumvent ourselves and each other, often without knowing.  Reflecting on our unexamined modes of the way we are ‘ourselves’ in the world, can we move differently?  Move our assumptions to a place where we can see and shift?  Unafraid to experiment, and find those who want to walk that path that will surely become increasingly difficult as the systems that operate around us also operate through us.  We must see that not our entire self, not the entire communities, or people, or history, are totally one-sided or one way.  There are resistances and ambiguous spaces.  Questions.   Let us listen to Jill Scott and what she is saying.  Let us listen to Arundhati Roy.  What is she saying?

How must we walk our paths differently from here?

Arundhati Roy – wikipedia : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arundhati_Roy