It’s been awhile since I’ve made a blogpost here at the project. For that, I apologize, but I’ve been rather busy with many things — mostly work related. I find myself having some time as I wait at the airport in Tokyo for my next flight off to the United States.
The reason I write this is because of an unfortunate realization I had while flying over Nagasaki and Hiroshima. They were clear as day under the rising sun and displayed colorfully on the digital map above my window seat. I must say I felt nervous about the reactions of my neighboring passengers, most of whom were Japanese.
Not a blink. Not a sigh. Not even a distant glance out the window at the historical grounds of one of the most horrendous acts of violence the world has ever known — their grandfathers and grandmothers perhaps being one of the victims; If not to the bomb, then the radiation aftermath. I think it was their seeming apathy at such history or their strong attempts to simply ignore it that disturbed me the most. After less than a century an entire culture, once proud and distinct, was literally brought to rubble and transformed by its enemies. Japan, it seems, is something that once was and is now simply a carbon copy of the U.S. — forcibly converted.
Every day, it seems, it is far easier to understand that the current world powers are merely projecting their accusations of violence and primitive behavior onto the rest of the world.