You wouldn’t know it from the saber-rattling of recently assassinated former prime minister Shinjo Abe, or current prime minister Fumio Kishida, whose slavish obsequiousness to the forever war whims of the United States, is shameful and nauseating. But the vast majority of Japanese citizens, especially the older generations who remember the horrors of World War II, are for peace. They support Article 9 of the Japanese Constitution, which forbids anything other than a purely defensive military, just what is minimally necessary to defend Japan from aggression by other countries.
As a public school teacher, my wife Masumi belongs to a union and that union supports a truly left-wing agenda, one that serves the interests of working people and actively promotes peace.
Every year, they have a sizable demonstration, a march in Kobe for their admirable agenda.
This year emphasized their support for strict adherence to Article 9 and separating Japan from its destructive allegiance to America. The U.S still has at last count 56 military bases here, essentially an occupation force in place continuously almost 80 years after the Japanese surrendered and hostilities of the Second World War ended. That was September 2, 1945.
I guess to avoid its characterization as being “confrontational”, this years rally was called a parade, though it felt like a demonstration to me, minus the tear gas and pepper spray. Mind you, the last such event I attended was in 2003 in Portland, Oregon, when 58,000 people in a futile effort to prevent U.S. aggression, marched against invading Iraq. We were among the millions across the entire globe who raised our voices, who declared loud and clear, heartfelt opposition to the anticipated, unjustified, illegal war on Iraq — one based purely on lies propagated by the Bush administration. We know how that turned out.
Which is largely the reason for my current position on demonstrations. They feel good, they are important in terms of “educating” the public, they usually represent the best instincts and intentions of the saner elements in society — the pro-Palestinian demonstrations going on right now being a very noble example — BUT the people who need to hear the messaging of such efforts aren’t paying attention and certainly aren’t listening. So no matter how many people attend or how much they’re on the correct side of an issue, demonstrations are for the most part ineffective, and have been since the anti-Vietnam War rallies back in the 70s. That’s the reality of the situation as it currently stands. Sad but true.
In any case, Masumi and I marched for peace with about 5,000 other good, decent folks. As the only Westerner, I both stood out and felt very special.
I made my own sign for the peace parade. On one side it said in English, “Respect other people, respect other countries, no more war.” On the other side, the same message was in Japanese, to which my wife added, “Respect others, respect yourself.” Nice touch! Which is why I married this wonderful person. She’s brilliant and her heart is in the right place.
Lucky me!
Life In Japan: Shitake Barbecue Restaurant
First some background. Until I arrived in Japan, I never heard of barbecuing anything other than meat — hot dogs, hamburgers, ribs, steak, drumsticks, in other words, beef, pork, chicken. If it didn’t at some earlier stage bleed, run around or graze, cluck, squeal, or moo, then it didn’t qualify. I never even saw anyone barbecue fish, though that would have been marginally acceptable. Fish can stare back at you.
Then in 2008, I was invited to a birthday party here in Japan. Lordy lordy, I couldn’t believe my eyes! The master chef manning the grill was throwing all sorts of peculiar food items onto the grating: bell peppers, mushrooms, slices of squash, onions, garlic cloves, corn. I looked around. No seeing eye dog. So it must have been intentional.
Sure enough, I discovered that this is standard operating procedure in Japan. Of course, there is the usual assortment of flesh-based fare as well. But I have to say, barbecued veggies and the like are very delicious, and moreover, a nutritious adjunct to the typical meat-eating orgy.
Now, on with today’s tale.
My wife, one of her twin daughters, and I had an interesting experience recently. We went to a shitake barbecue restaurant, specializing — you guessed it — in shitake mushrooms! What made it so interesting is that we gathered our own shitake to grill. They grow it on the premises and when you enter, they give you a little green basket and off you go, personally selecting the feature food item for today’s barbecue feast.
While the restaurant has indoor seating in the event of inclement weather, eating outside in good company is the best way to enjoy the experience.
One thing occurred to me as I was writing this. I wonder if there would be more vegetarians in the world if we had to choose our meat the way we did with the shitake.
“Oh, wow! Let’s eat that cow! The one over there by the fence.”
“Yes, that baby calf looks real young and tender.”
“Mommy, mommy! Can we eat that chicken?”
Just saying.