"The atomic bomb is known to all the world, but only for its power. It still is not known what hell the Hiroshima people went through, nor how they continue to suffer from radiation illnesses even today, nineteen years after the bombing."
This book, written between 1963-1965, is a very moving collection of journalistic essays dealing with Kenzaburo Oe's personal thoughts on the bombing of Hiroshima (and Nagasaki), and features many testimonies from survivors and eyewitnesses. It's as tragic as it sounds, though also more frustrating than it sounds - there's a lot of talk of time-specific and Japanese-specific things like committees and policies of that period. Indeed, some of the first half is a little bland, being writings of Oe reporting the parades and events of the annual anniversaries of the atomic bombing. The second half is a lot more poignant, I found, but there are many emotional passages throughout.
There are so many accounts of people suffering through radiation illnesses such as leukemia, and so many children and adults dying from it. Many people who thought they survived the bombing were aghast to discover, 15 years later, that symptoms were beginning to creep up here and there that would soon kill them.
Many people despaired of having keloid scars all over the bodies and faces, and hundreds or thousands of young women were so humiliated that they locked themselves in their houses and never came out in the streets again. Such accounts are so painful to think about.
Passages I'll always remember:
“The reality of human misery in Hiroshima must be made as well and widely known all over the world as is that of Auschwitz.”
Few people today view the world in terms of a dualism of good and evil. Certainly it is no longer fashionable to do so. But, all of a sudden one summer, an absolute evil intruded into the lives and consciousness of the A-bomb victims. To counter that absolute evil, it became necessary to have an absolute good in order to recover a human balance in the world and to persevere in resisting that evil. From the instant the atomic bomb exploded, it became the symbol of all human evil; it was a savagely primitive demon and a most modern curse. The attempt to accord it positive value as a means of ending the war quickly did not, however, bring peace even to the minds of all the airmen who carried out the atomic attack. The atomic bomb embodied the absolute evil of war, transcending lesser distinctions such as Japanese or Allies, attacker or attacked.
A young dentist had asked an older doctor why the people of Hiroshima still had to suffer so much even after the war had ended – and, of course, there was no adequate reply to such a question. Thirty minutes after the discussion ended, the young dentist strung a rope from a bolt jutting out from a broken wall and hanged himself. He realized that not only were people suffering now that the war had ended but also that they would continue to suffer for many years to come. A different kind of tragic battle was just beginning and would go on affecting later generations for decades. It was too much: in despair he killed himself. […] Only when we appreciate the tragic but by no means unnatural fate of this young dentist can we fully appreciate the remarkable efforts of the Hiroshima doctors 'who did not commit suicide in spite of everything.'
And this poem by Sankichi Toge:
Give me back my father, give me back my mother;
Give grandpa back, grandma back;
Give me my sons and daughters back.
Give me back myself.
Give back the human race.
As long as this life lasts, this life,
Give back peace
That will never end.