- a story of
pain
They were
all old, those who had gathered in the room. Daniel, 55, looked through his
frameless glasses at the different old faces. He had braved it to come this
far. He had done it to make amends for the past. Reiko Yamada the 77 year old
grandmother who held her grandson’s hand tight to her chest looked quite angry
at Daniel. With a few of her teeth missing her words were not all very clear and
yet she made it a point to speak slow; emphasizing every word that she intended
to hit Daniel with like an arrow. “I would like you to know that some of those
who lost their family members in the bombings will never forgive the United States
no matter how many of your likes come to say a sorry.”
Daniel knew
that he had to take it all tight lipped. His grandfather, the former US
President Harry Truman had authorized the atomic bombing of Japan during the
World War II and today Daniel was in Tokyo taking his first small good step
towards healing those old wounds. He lowered his eyes in regret to the old
woman’s words. He couldn’t expect those 77 year old ears to catch up with an
apology. He knew that it should have all never had happened in the first place.
Sixty seven years back Hiroshima had gone up in flames on the 6th of
August and just two days later Nagasaki too was engulfed in the black smoke.
It had taken
him more than half his life to gather courage to come to the land were annually
thousands of people gathered to remember the 1945 atomic bombings which were
estimated to have killed more than 2,00,000 people.
It was true
that this visit of his was in response to an invitation to heal but deep down
it had been his desire to apologize. The moment filled his ears with a lot of
painful stories.
Nobuo
Miyake, 83, a survivor of the Hiroshima bombing came and stood in front of
Daniel. Miyake had seen it all and survived to understand the futility of war.
His eyes had a deep understanding of the lack of understanding in this world.
There were no words his mouth wanted to speak, only a smile, or was it a scoff,
Daniel wondered. The stillness of the silent moments made Daniel uneasy. He had
to fill in that void. The no-sound moments were making wounds on his
conscience. There was need for clarity. He had to say something to release
himself from the burden of pain caused. So what if he was not responsible for
it all. There was an underlying connection in all mankind. Even a small self
inflicted wound on the little finger affected the entire body, mind and spirit.
That had, in fact been a large wound, an irreversible wound, a wound that was
causing excruciating pain generation after generation. To balm his soul, he
muttered, “There are no right decisions in wars”. He managed to break the
embarrassment of the silence.
Yet silence
prevailed. The old eyes with 83 years of experience simply stared in a blank
look.
“My
grandfather always said that he had made that decision to end the war quickly.
That’s what he believed. He was horrified by the destruction caused by those
weapons and dedicated the rest of his presidency trying to make sure that it
didn’t happen again.” At last he had managed to justify the long past act of
his dead old man.
The 83 year
old eyes smiled, turned and walked away.
Ruby Malshe
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