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すまん。勝手に翻訳した。拡散はどうするかな。redditとかに投稿するのがいいのか?
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I have seen some posts asking if they should talk about "the case" even though they were not involved in it and were not born in Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and I am a bit aware of it, so I have to say what I have to say. I say this because I was born in Nagasaki, am a third generation atomic bomb survivor, and grew up hearing the stories of those who experienced the atomic bombing firsthand. I know it's a little bit too much for me, but I'm going to say this because there are very few survivors left.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. They were stuffed into sushi for nearly an hour in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, with no air conditioner or fan, and told stories about the atomic bombing. That was a hard time for me. I think it must have been even harder for the old people who told the stories, but there was no way an elementary school kid could imagine such a thing, and I had forgotten most of the stories I had been told for a long time. I have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most. There is one more hard thing. Every year around this time, a row of grotesque images that would drive the PTA crazy in other areas are prominently displayed in the hallways. These days, I hear that the atomic bomb museum has been bleached out and many of the radical and horrifying exhibits that traumatized visitors have been taken down. I don't know if they are still there, but they were there when I was in elementary school.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face when I was in elementary school. It is a picture of Sumiteru Taniguchi. If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would like you to take a look at it. I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was posted, so I always took the long way around to another floor of the school building to avoid seeing the photo.
Now I'm thinking that my grandfather, who headed into the burnt ruins to look for his sister, couldn't have turned away or taken a different path. There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning, not just pictures, and a mountain more who would have given up at the end of their suffering. He walked for miles and miles, towing his handcart through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister. My grandfather was not a child at the time, but of course there were children who did similar things. Not that there wouldn't have been. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it. A young brother and sister found their father's body in the ruins of a fire and they burned it. They didn't have enough wood to burn his body, and when they saw the raw brain that spilled out, they ran away and that was the last time they ever saw him anymore.
I can never forget the story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it is painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I am crying. I keep wondering how the old man who escaped from that father's brain could have been able to unravel the most horrible trauma imaginable and expose it to the public with scars that will never heal.
Now I think I can understand a little.
The reason I can't help but talk about my grandfather and that old man, even if I have to rehash my own trauma, is that this level of suffering is nothing compared to the fact that their words will be forgotten. My hands shaking, my heart palpitating and dizzy, my nose running with tears, it's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that was once there and will be forgotten.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire. In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire. My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell. I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it. Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, tremendous suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably every time people talk about them. The memories that those people could not allow to be forgotten are now largely forgotten; the tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted again. Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire, unable to tell anyone about it. Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are now under the grave.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words. But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing. I know how it feels to wonder if someone like myself is allowed to speak about this. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. This is the result of our silence.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for the fun of it. I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
Translator's note: The original post in Japanese is a response to a post by a Japanese contributor who wondered if he was qualified to speak out on the subject of the A-bomb when he was not from Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but still spoke out about Barbie and the A-bomb. I translated it here because I think it deserves to be read by the world.
「斜陽」のコンテンツにハマっている。何を思ったのか傾き始めてから手を出したくちだ。傾いていたことにはハマってから気づいた。
1番注目を集めていた時期を過ぎ、話題にする人も減り、関連商品の売上や動画の再生回数やSNSの反応から傾きが数字として見て取れる。
売上やインプレッションなどの数字の取れない商業コンテンツに未来がないことは、まあ自明と言ってもいいだろう。
けれども今よりもっとオタクのいた時期からのオタクにしてみれば、自分たちが頑張ってSNSや動画の数字を稼ぐ、という感覚がぴんとこないのだろうか。
あるいは人気が無くなったことを認めるようで拒絶反応が出るのか。
数字が振るわず終わった(と明言はされないが容易に推測できる)企画というのをいくつか経験しながらも、特にファンコミュニティで「頑張って応援しよう」という風潮は形成されない。
一応ぽつぽつと危機感を覚えて警告しているオタクもいるが、そういう人はだいたい言動が攻撃的なのもあって大きな支持を得てはいない。
自分自身も頑張れない側の人間なので、数字に対して貢献しないオタクを責める権利はない。「わかるよ」としか言えない。
オタク1人にできることは限られている。SNSの反応も、動画の再生数も、出せるお金も、1人の可処分な範囲から捻出できるのは微々たる量だ。
その微々たる量の積み重ねで、人気は判断される。1人の悪あがきでどうにもならないから指標になるのだ。
自分1人がどう頑張ったところで、オタクみんなが熱量あって人が沢山いるコンテンツには遠く及ばない、というのが昔よりもっと容易く数字としてわかるのも心理としてキツい。シンプルにここには人がいないんだ、情熱を傾ける人がいないんだとわかってしまう。人気のコンテンツ、つまり商売敵が数時間で叩き出す数字を見ると打ちのめされる気分になる。あれに太刀打ちできなければ衰退していくだけなのか。
自分の限りあるお金や時間をそういう苦行には使いたくない、趣味のつもりでハマったものを義務にしたくない。そう思ってしまったので、あとは出せる範囲でお金とか時間を使いながら沈んでいく陽を眺めるだけです。ごめんなさい。
しんどい思いしたくないならみんながハマってるものにハマった方がいいね。勝ち馬を乗り換え続けよう。自分はここに愛着湧いちゃったからどうしようもないけどね。
○ご飯
朝：なし。昼：サラダ。夜：トマト、ピーマン、キャベツ、シメジ、たまご、ベーコンの鍋。だし納豆豆腐。ヨーグルト。バナナ。間食：チョコ。
○調子
むきゅーはややー。お仕事は、うーむ。
なんかすんごいお得なキャンペーンが始まった。
いやはや……実に卑怯な奴らだね。
これもそれもどこぞのドラマが「殴った手の方が痛いんだぞ」なんて大嘘をこいたせいだろうね。
どう考えても殴られた側の方が痛いよ。
たとえ痛みそのものは殴った側のほうが上でも、不意打ちをされた側と自分でタイミングを決められる側という立場の差で何倍にも威力は増幅されるのだからね。
というより「いつまで経っても自分を被害者の側だと言い張り続け、そう言い張り続ける限り何でも許されると思っている駄々っ子」だね。
自分はイジメられているという意識で暴れまわるイジメっ子と何が違うんだろうな……。
ただこれは同族嫌悪なんじゃなくて「鏡を正しく見れないから自分が同じような醜さを抱えていることに永遠に無自覚なだけ」という最低につまらんオチだけどね。
少なくとも普通に売ってるサバイバル用品を災害のために携行してるだけの無辜の男性ではないわな。
頭悪いの？
両親はとくに意図があったわけではなく、なんかバーチャンの知り合いの姓名判断が得意なオバちゃんに頼んで、字画のいい名前3個ぐらい候補を挙げてもらって、その中からなんとなくイイと思ったのを付けた、らしい。
