Home

atomic time travel

hiroshima and nagasaki

This month marks 75 years since the United States dropped the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

nuclearbombs0002August 6, 1945 and August 9, 1945. The dates are tattooed to my memory. As a peace activist I care, and living in Japan all those years, Hiroshima and Nagasaki are living testimony against nuclear weapons and nationally commemorated. Also the ten years I lived in London, memorial events were held a block from my work, in Tavistock Square, and without fail I and colleagues took part.

birdline_sm

Out of curiosity I looked and this year’s event was held on-line. Another necessary adaptation due to the coronavirus.

this year

Four years on in Valencia and I confess that I haven’t marked the days in any particular way, apart from my usual practices of mindfulness and compassion for war’s victims (that is all of us) and the scared, arrogant men (and yes, men because nearly all wars are started by men) who take bullying to the level of mass murder.

This year however, I had the surprise and joy of translating a mass from the Church of the Rubber Duck which honored the civilians killed by the atomic bombs with a mass and denounced the self-serving murder of thousands of people simply so the United States could show off its new weapon.

a brief aside

Imagensanta-patolica-copiaYes! So I have a new translation project. This time, so my clown can have the pleasure of work and play, I have started translating these masses (yes as in the Catholic sense) for the Church of the Rubber Duck, the creation of Leo Bassi a buffoon and great artist. Hopefully soon they too will be posted and if you don’t know him, you can have that delight.

journey down memory lane – first visit to hiroshima

As I’ve said this summer again and again, until the coronavirus situation improves I don’t plan on travelling far from home. Also Valencia, that has been mildly hit with the virus until recently, is now surging with cases. Boo! That’s bad news isn’t it?

change your realityBut let’s get back to Japan and the cursed nuclear bombs.

So, the first time I visited Hiroshima, I actually never left the train station. I was so racked with guilt and ill-feelings about being a descendant of the people that had decided to drop the bomb that I just couldn’t find the gumption to go into town.

I was on my way home from a meeting in Kobe. Hiroshima was en route. Some colleagues had dropped into Hiroshima on their way to our meeting. That’s what gave me the idea, and the fact that I had a train ticket that allowed for stops at stations en route to my destination.

mapa_hiroshima_pq

sitting down with discomfort

I got off the train with my small rucksack. It was a Saturday morning The week before I had been in a residential training course in Kobe and I was on my way home to Kagoshima. It was Autumn 1990. I had been in Japan for about 4 months and I was a language teacher with the JET program. So much was still so new and culturally baffling.

sunset0004_sm_atlanta_house

Finding a bench on the platform I sat down to look at some notes that colleagues had given me about places to visit and other tips about how to navigate the city. At some point I looked up and around. I didn’t feel well. I was flooded with feelings of discomfort, tears in my eyes, knot in my stomach. I tuned into myself and saw that my heart was already taking a tour of the city, to ground zero, to the famous Atomic Bomb Dome (a former government office building) and meeting victims of the bombing.

I sat there with a heavy heart. Sad. And angry. I didn’t support or believe the usual spin to the story that dropping the bomb was to save US soldiers’ lives. I knew it as a racist and brazen act drawing the line in the sand and set up the next game of Empire-building and rivalries.

And I was wiped out. The week before had been intense and busy. In fact, in general everything felt intense and busy, or super slow and lonely. I was going through cultural adjustment. A time would come when Japan felt comfortable and like second skin, but not at that moment.

sm005_japanSo even though I was curious to visit Hiroshima, I didn’t have the heart-mind connection to delve into that tragic story that particular day. Not even going out beyond the station to have lunch appealed.

When the next train came along, I got on, and went home.

Eventually I would visit both Hiroshima and Nagasaki several times for work and pleasure.

cranesindexThey are beautiful, touching and inspiring cities. The dropping of the bombs was a tragedy and horrible but the cities re-built and the calamitous event serves as a reminder to never forgot and a focal point to unite voices to say “Never again!”.


of interest ….

Virtual visit to the Hiroshima Atomic Bomb Dome

Nuclear Age Peace Foundation – committed to a world free from nuclear weapons

Time, memory and nuclear weapons: on-line exhibition curated by the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament

fatman_littleboy_sm

2 thoughts on “atomic

  1. Hi Denise! For some reason your blogs are not coming into my inbox. My problem, not yours. I”ll get it sorted. You were braver than me- all my years in Japan I couldn’t work up an interest to visit either cities- for all the emotions you cited upon your arrival that first time. Good that you mark the anniversary. xoxoxo

  2. Hi Tara, as always thanks for reading. As for the blog alerts, check the spam folder? Wow. No Hiroshima or Nagasaki for you?

    Didn’t we go to a JALT conference or something or another in Hiroshima? But if you say you never you went, you never went … I remember Randy what’s his name from the other campus (Atsugi?) was there. Anyhow. Many moons ago. So glad to know you! big love. xo

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s