Years of Sorrow, Years of Shame: Revisionists' History?

Part IV of V

Almost there.

"Where?" Someone might ask.

Well, to a place that took a while to get to, sometimes driven more by a sense often blamed for feline peril than for anything else.

It won't hurt to just check it out. Really?

Curiosity...that little flame that can burn so bright, a cold moon slicing through the velvet darkness, beams brighter than the blazing sun, chasing away sleep as it torments thoughts, letting neither the dreamer nor the notion get a full night's rest.

Unearthed...

Honesty. Had I not pursued this ugliness of a notion, had I been intimidated by bigotry and blame, just buried it and gone on, part of my mind would not have found the restful peace that it has only been able to reach, but first I had to be willing to make the journey.

Years of Sorrow, Years of Shame: Exposure

 Part III of V

In response to Part I, Mr.S of Hanlon's Razor mentioned that environmentalist David Suzuki had been in the camps in Canada. For some reason, I hadn't realized Mr. Suzuki was Canadian even though he's apparently got a sense of humor.

Special thanks to the Lillith Gallery for this revealing photo.

Lillith Gallery

This set of correspondence is from the next round of mail from Mrs. H and the response.

Years of Sorrow, Years of Shame: Divisiveness

Part II of III (or so) V

"Years later, the questions I'd been willing to ask myself by not being intimidated into not following a certain train of thought introduced me to a power like Hurricane Betty with an attitude not entirely unlike Hiroko, only this graceful work of art was into her 90's.  Unlike Uncle Yo, her story was recorded (to be written down at a later date."

  

But first, I'd like to pay my respects to the late LH for daring to speak her mind (and all those like her).

In some ways, nothing has changed. The core is still there.

What the hell is this guy blogging about? 

 

After listening to an interview posted on here where an intelligent and attractive urbanite brought up three likable things about living in Tokyo: convenience, nightlife, and friends.

In that way, cities are a sinch. But if you are planning on staying long-term, cities can be brutal.  Not really news for most people. But this isn't about the city life.

How about places that are inconvenient, have no nightlife, and are located where choice of friends are scarce?  You learn to do more with less.  

In some ways, nothing has changed.

Maybe the best way to tell is by showing. Does anyone remember I**ho Digest?

Even if you don’t, that is not really important. What is important is that the digest is where a connection was made in the name of combating divisiveness. 

And this is what it looked like: