The year is 1945. Japan has been ravaged as a nation, and many of its larger cities have been bombed into an unrecognizable mess. Hiroshima and Nagasaki’s core business districts are flattened wastelands of radioactive rubble, and hundreds of thousand of Japanese citizens have been killed. Most of those citizens
Note to Japanese readers: if you are not prepared to accept a rather harsh criticism of your culture, please stop reading now. A couple of days ago, I learned about the behavior of the Japanese in the second world war, and it rather shocked me. I didn’t really understand why
Many years ago, I was taking piano lessons as a late teen. My teacher was an older Filipino woman who was a child (or a teenager, perhaps) during the Japanese occupation of the Phillipines. She hated the Japanese. Or at least she struggled to not hate the Japanese. She told