Thursday, December 10, 2015
I picked this book up recently in Kinokuniya, the second book about war refugees I bought that day.
I just tried to start reading it tonight but I haven't been able able to get past the cover without sobbing like a, well I would say child, but here is this seven year old Japanese girl, separated from her family during the American storming of Okinawa...
From what I gather from the cover blurb, she had to survive alone on the island, to hide out from the battling troops during the invasion, and here she is on the cover, having made such a momentous decision on her own - my god what thoughts were in her head - to make and carry a white flag of surrender over her shoulder... Don't shoot me just because I am Japanese. I'm just a child.
She makes a mockery of our privileged lives.
Oh the things we warring adults do to children, the resilience of these children, the growing up they do in the heart-beats between bombs and bullets...
What's is going on in Syria, Africa, everywhere?
I'm still crying. I don't think I can stop until wars stop.
I have no idea if the book is any good, or indeed if it justifies these emotions, but does it matter?