Wednesday, August 6, 2025

The A-Bomb Dome and the Cherry Blossom (from 2018)

 The A-Bomb Dome and the Cherry Blossom

Good Friday

While in the navy stationed in Japan, I took the shinkansen from Yokohama to Hiroshima one weekend.  It happened to be Good Friday.  I had wanted to see Hiroshima since arriving in Japan for its unique place in our history, in our imagination, and in our psyche.  The city represents what we human beings are capable of.

On the morning of August 6, 1945, the U.S. B-29 bomber “Enola Gay,” named after the pilot’s mother, dropped the first atomic bomb “Little Boy” on Hiroshima, killing an estimated 80,000 instantly.  Three days later, the U.S. dropped “Fat Boy” on Nagasaki, killing an estimated 40,000 instantly.  Tens of thousands more people died later, and many more—the hibakusha, the survivors—lived with radiation sickness and other terrible wounds.  



One person who died of such effects later was Sadako Sasaki.  She was two years old the day of the bombing.  Even though she had no apparent initial injuries, nine years later she suddenly developed signs of leukemia, which had been caused by radiation exposure from the bomb.  With the hope that folding a thousand origami paper cranes would help her recover—a belief from Japanese legend—she made 644 of them in the eight months before she died.


Holy Saturday


I visited the Peace Memorial Museum on what was Holy Saturday.  Victims’ belongings, survivors’ testimonies, and other a-bombed artifacts mesmerized me and other visitors from around the world for hours.  I still recall, for instance, the analog watch eerily frozen at 8:16—the exact time its owner’s world and the world as a whole changed forever.  That image of the watch still grips me, the way the pile of shoes at the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum or the victims’ voicemails at the 9/11 Museum still do.  

Outside, I walked along the Ota River and by the park’s fountains.  In the evening, I sat on a bench and held an impromptu Easter vigil of sorts, facing what was left of the Industrial Promotion Hall, now known as the “A-Bomb Dome.”  Although the hall was almost directly at the epicenter of the blast, its shell somehow survived complete destruction, and it now stands as a famous monument to that infamous day.  The dome stood softly lit, while I sat quietly, and the city was still.  If there are such things as ghosts, they were out that evening—perhaps every evening—in Hiroshima, that city of our collective consciousness.  



Much dying, and death as a whole, is unavoidable—both the physical dying of the body and the spiritual dying of the ego.  We would do better to welcome this death and dying, so Jesus and Christian teachers from Paul to Dorothy Day have taught us.  We would do better to accept death in order to better welcome resurrection: “Unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains just a grain of wheat; but if it dies, it produces much fruit” (Jn 12:24).      

But, a particular death—early mass death, destruction, death before one’s time has come—is wholly avoidable.  Since Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the bombs have become more powerful and numerous.  In the event of a nuclear war, scientists warn of a nuclear winter.  With that type of potential death, where does resurrection even fit in?  Is it possible?  We thankfully have not had to find out, and yet we remain dangerously close to “doomsday.”  

  “The mere fact that we now seem to accept nuclear war as reasonable is a universal scandal,” Thomas Merton wrote in 1962.  Thirty-six years later, in "The End of Imagination," Indian author Arundhati Roy lamented on the occasion of her country obtaining the bomb: “The nuclear bomb is the most anti-democratic, anti-national, anti-human, outright evil thing that man has ever made. If you are religious, then remember that this bomb is man's challenge to God. It's worded quite simply: ‘We have the power to destroy everything that You have created.’”

It is a long Holy Saturday evening—a long Easter vigil—that we wait in, here on the precipice.  Is resurrection inevitable?  Is it faith to wait and hope for best?  Or must we “practice resurrection” as poet and farmer Wendell Berry beckons?   


Easter Sunday 

On Easter Sunday, I attended mass at the Assumption of Mary Cathedral, also known as the Memorial Cathedral of World Peace, a mile from the A-Bomb Dome.  Pope John Paul II had visited the city and the church in 1981.  There, he proclaimed, “All across the face of the earth, the names of very many—too many—places are remembered mainly because they have witnessed the horror and suffering produced by war, where nature has mercifully healed the earth’s scars, but without being able to blot out the past history of hate and enmity.”

After this worship, before getting back to my warship, I sat among the cherry blossoms, which were in full bloom.  Nature had indeed mercifully healed many of the earth’s scars.  The park was not quiet like the night before.  Families bustled and laughed along the scenic thoroughfare.  Life—one might say resurrection—was palpable.  




I walked one more time to the Children’s Peace Monument, which was filled with thousands of paper cranes.  Sadako Sasaki, the young girl who died of leukemia, had inspired her friends and schoolmates.  They helped raise money to build a memorial to her and all of the children who died from the atomic bombing.  A statue of Sasaki holding a golden crane stands in the park with the plaque that reads, “This is our cry.  This is our prayer.  For building peace in our world.”  Approximately 10 million cranes are sent from around the world each year to the Children’s Peace Monument. 

Hiroshima represents what we human beings are capable of: resurrection, practiced.  

Friday, January 3, 2025

Chickens come home to roost?

 As we near the inauguration of Trump 2.0…

Dear Liberal/Democrat friends concerned about growing fascism, authoritarianism, revanchism, and white supremacy yet who make the “exception for Palestine.”

I share your concerns about Trump and the right.  Many of the days ahead will be dark.

However, I don’t think you understand how fascism develops. (That is my charitable interpretation.)

Aside from the fact that supporting Palestine is the principled position, your silence (at best) during the past year (past 100 years), your “exception for Palestine” undermines all your other stated values, especially as you warn about fascism and “saving our democracy.”  

If you can make a convenient exception for indigenous Palestinians being eviscerated by an ethno-nationalist settler state—weapons provided by a Democratic administration—you will also make exceptions for further border militarization (under a Democratic administration), exceptions for homelessness criminalization in California (under a Democratic governor and Democratic mayors), or exceptions for “cop cities” (under Democratic city councils).  This is not to say that the two parties are the same.  This is to say that the selectivity of your outrage undermines your outrage.  

I currently don’t trust that you will fight fascism until it affects your property values and/or your ability to go on vacation and/or your kids’ ability to go to ___X____ university and reproduce your social class, if not rising to a higher class.  And maybe when fascism “arrives,” it actually won’t even affect your property values, etc.  If the “market” is still “good,” maybe you will thrive.  (That is my less charitable interpretation.)

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“Whoever is not prepared to talk about capitalism should also remain silent about fascism,” Max Horkheimer, “The Jews and Europe,” 1939

Riff: “Whoever is not prepared to talk about imperialism should remain silent about fascism,” Nicos Poulantzas, “Fascism and Dictatorship,” 1974

Riff on riff: “Whoever is not willing to talk about settler colonialism should be quiet on fascism,” Alberto Toscano, “Israel, fascism, and the war against the Palestinian people,” 2023

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I don’t know that the Dems would have won if they had supported an arms embargo on Israel or had any slightly just policy for Palestine.  Likely still not.  But I think stopping the genocide and supporting the liberation of Palestine are principled positions, regardless of electoral outcomes.

Aside from the basic moral value to not subjugate people, the destruction we sow aboard eventually destroys the institutions here.  The racial extraction and oppression in the colonies comes home to roost.  The illiberal exceptions we make eventually eat away our liberal democracy. Chickens Come Home to Roost: the U.S. Empire, the Surveillance State a | Verso Books

We have learned from history, from thinkers like Aimee Cesaire, Hannah Arendt, and Michel Foucault, to name a few, that the racialized and often gendered violence and repression we visit abroad in the (neo)colonies eventually boomerangs back to us.  

The murderous Nazi violence that came back to Europe in the 1930s had its antecedents and its formation in places like Namibia and Tanzania in the 1800s (and also less directly, but still cited by Hitler, in US slavery and Jim Crow and US genocide of Native Americans.)

And then one fine day the bourgeoisie is awakened by a terrific boomerang effect: the gestapos are busy, the prisons fill up, the torturers standing around the racks invent, refine, discuss.


People are surprised, they become indignant. They say: “How strange! But never mind – it’s Nazism, it will pass!” And they wait, and they hope; and they hide the truth from themselves, that it is barbarism, the supreme barbarism, the crowning barbarism that sums up the daily barbarisms; that it is Nazism, yes, but that before they were its victims, they were its accomplices; that they tolerated that Nazism before it was inflicted on them, that they absolved it, shut their eyes to it, legitimized it, because, until then, it had been applied only to non-European peoples; that they have cultivated that Nazism, that they are responsible for it, and that before engulfing the whole edifice of Western, Christian civilization in its reddened waters, it oozes, seeps and trickles from every crack. (Aimee Cesaire, Discourse on Colonialism)

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In the weeks since the election, Democrats and liberals have not changed course.  (MAGA is meanwhile licking its lips for its chance.). In the weeks since, the House has passed resolutions “to terminate the tax-exempt status of terrorist supporting organizations.”  Do we not see how our complicity in Palestine sets the table for MAGA to come after other causes we care about?  In the weeks since the election, Democrats closed ranks with Republicans to stop an (all too late) weapons stoppage resolution in the Senate.  The US continues to veto ceasefire resolutions in the UN Security Council.

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I ask you, which of us sitting in this hall would willingly submit to the indignity that Palestinians in Gaza and the West Bank have been subjected to for decades? What peaceful means have the Palestinian people not tried? What compromises have they not accepted–other than the one that requires them to crawl on their knees and eat dirt? (Arundhati Roy PEN Pinter Prize acceptance speech)

While it’s very late, it’s never too late to get on the right side.  (I’m being charitable again.  We should all be charitable to each other)

So where do we start?We start with Palestine. 

Our struggle against MAGA fascism is tied to the struggle for Palestine.  The fanatic, brazen, fascist ethno-settler state of Israel is the dystopia that MAGA dreams of.  

Solidarity with Palestine is in fact a strategic lynch pin to our struggle against the right, capitalism, and empire.That must begin with principled defense of Palestine solidarity activists’ right to free speech, assembly, and organization. If they can deny these frontline fighters those rights, all of our rights will be in jeopardy. (Ashley Smith, https://tempestmag.org/2024/12/resisting-authoritarian-populism-pt2/)