War has almost become a way of life.. who remembers the number of people who die everyday.. who remembers these animals that are shred to death everyday.. we are all carnivores.
A very symbolic image of protest against nuclear tests, conducted by various countries, is the Hiroshima Peace Watch The Peace Watch counts the number of days between one nuclear test and another… it is reset to zero after every nuclear test. Well, not that anybody cares! After all if they do not care for torn bodies, bleeding limbs, homeless children and broken hearts, they would certainly not care for a dumb Watch Tower that stands in some town that rose from a history of wreckage and trauma.
Hiroshima Peace Watch
” Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum reset its Peace Watch, a clock tower that indicates the number of days since the last nuclear test, Tuesday morning for 11th time since the clock began operating on Aug. 6, 2001.
Koichiro Maeda, the museum director, reset the clock to one, indicating that a day had passed since North Korea is believed to have conducted an underground nuclear test, for the first time since Aug. 31 when the United States conducted a subcritical nuclear test.”
This image here describes the trauma of a father who cremated his child. I don’t want to reproduce the translation here because I don’t want to sensationalize his suffering.
All the children at an Elementary School died as they stood in line for the morning assembly. I remember how we reacted to the death of school children at a fire accident in Kumbakonam. Would we react only when it happens to us?
I remembered a poem by Vikram Seth called “A Doctor’s Journal Entry for August 6, 1945”
“I saw the shadowy forms of people, some
Were ghosts, some scarecrows, all were wordless, dumb–
Arms stretched straight out, shoulder to dangling hand;
It took some time for me to understand
The friction on their burns caused so much pain
They feared to chafe flesh against flesh again.”
He talks about the humiliation and the bare nakedness caused by the bombing itself and the shock that paralysed them and rendered them incapable of reacting to their own nakedness or the nakedness of others. The poem talks of a return to a primordial state of shamlessness. Almost an echo to the primitive savagery of the bombers.
Reminds me of another quotation by Einstein
“I don’t know what kind of weapons will be used in the third world war, assuming there will be a third world war. But I can tell you what the fourth world war will be fought with — stone clubs.”
I can leave you only with one thought. Yes, we all speak of violence as wrong. We all speak of the importance of peace. We all want freedom to do the things we want to do. We all want to live in happiness. Yet, the violence in a war is not alien to our own selves. This violence is in each one of us. When we look at our neighbour differently, when we accuse a friend of betrayal, when we wish someone would die, when we resent someone’s behaviour, when we are selfish, when we hate people from a particular religion or caste, when we hate a person because he is rich or poor, then we are also propagating the same kind of violence.
If there was a land without maps or boundaries, that is where I want to be. I don’t believe in drawing lines on land and killing each other for it. I don’t want to create my identity out of these lines. I don’t want to fight for such an identity.
You can begin by Saying No to Nuclear Power..