Week of the Bomb: Thursday

8 thoughts on “Week of the Bomb: Thursday”

  1. Thank you for caring, Mr. Miller. I wept, again. I sent the following email to all my nieces and nephews today, with the hope that they will not forget how our ancestors all perished on that day.:

    Hiroshima

    We sliced the chrysanthemum
    Off its stalk
    And let it naked in the sun.
    from Kapoho: Memoir of a Modern Pompeii

    With the Hiroshima anniversary coming up on Aug 6, I thought of what Grandma ( my mother)
    told her Buddhist priest a few weeks before she died. She came out of her dementia state to say this:

    Watashi wo wasure sadanaide. Do not let me be forgotten.

    What if all of our ancestors had said this? So on Saturday, I hope to remember them with a candle.

    Hope you will spend a minute to remember our ancestors who died on that day. If you haven’t already, do read my dear friend

    Charles Pellegrino’s book: To Hell and Back: The Last Train from Hiroshima.
    There is even someone called Takahashi in the survivor stories and I decided we are related. Our name Kakugawa is in it, too.

    Aunty Fran

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  2. harrowing stuff. the articulation of grief & experience witnessed by the people of Hiroshima & Nagasaki is so elegant, it leaves me cold in a numb sense. most would be hard pressed to fictionalize such visions of despair & horror.

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  3. Thank you so much, Frances. All we can do is try to remember. The way of world doesn’t give me faith that just by remembering we will avoid repeating atrocities, but at least in remembering we are focusing on human beings, in many cases human beings caught up in the mistakes and violence of others.

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  4. My fantasy world. Someday when nuclear warfare has destroyed Earth, the next civilization will find your blog posts and then, your voice will be heard and used for a more humane civilization , at least for about 2 thousand years.

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  5. Much appreciate your contributions to helping us remember, correctly, what we need to remember if we are ever to find our way out of the madness of nuclear weapons. More and more voices and narratives are joining the effort every day.

    The trick will be to find a way to gather and leverage those voices to end the insanity of self-destruction. Undoubtedly, the things which seem to compel our species to settle its arguments with itself by means of war and violence are deeply embedded in our structure, and certainly aided and abetted by our hard-wiring.

    Still, I’m not convinced they are flaws we can do nothing about. History doesn’t do us much good. It’s a grand catwalk of failures. But our imaginations might serve, if we can begin to exercise them sufficiently to do the job. I make it that human imagination is the defining characteristic of h.sapiens, but it is much muted by those who find it convenient to keep us shackled to the past in a state of resignation.

    The big question is whether we will survive long enough to figure that out and readjust our course. Nuclear weapons are a good reason that might not happen.

    In any event, I don’t expect to live long enough to see it happen if it does. If we can avoid the obvious global threats, it is still likely to take several generations. It may take that long just to clean up the messes the last few generations have made.

    I am offering a small chapbook, “Hiroshima/Nagasaki — 70 Years of Silence” should you or any of your readers be interested. It can be download from

    http://poems4change.org/docs/hiroshima-album.pdf.

    There are also a number of recent posts on my Facebook page, ‘Red Slider’ focused on the Hiroshima anniversary. It is now August 9th in Nagasaki. The day the sun fell on their city.

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  6. Tim, Thank you for this post. As the daughter of a Hibakusha, it is so important that we talk about the events of Aug 6th and 9th 1945; not for blame, but to keep from repeating the same mistake. That is what I hope to do with THE LAST CHERRY BLOSSOM, everyone under those famous mushroom clouds that day was someone’s mother, father, sister, brother, or child. A mere two paragraphs and a mushroom cloud picture in the text books are not enough. Thank you again.

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  7. Kathleen, I’m beyond moved that the daughter of a survivor thinks anything I have to say on the subject worthwhile at all. Empathy and understanding is about all we can hope for, for all sides. Good luck with the book, and thank you again for your comment.

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