Japan, Land of the Shining Sun!
Part B: Horror of Hiroshima
Personal Photo Album Part 22
“After Hiroshima was bombed, I saw a
photograph of the side of a house with the shadows of the people who had lived
there burned into the wall from the intensity of the bomb. The people were
gone, but their shadows remained.”
- Ray
Bradbury
- Daisaku Ikeda
“What has kept the world safe from the bomb
since 1945 has not been deterrence, in the sense of fear of specific weapons,
so much as it's been memory. The memory of what happened at Hiroshima.”
- John Hersey
When I planned the Japan visit, like most
tourists might, I included Hiroshima in my itinerary to see for myself the
relics of the historic nuclear holocaust on the city and its after
effects. I never anticipated how deeply
the experience would affect me emotionally when I actually stood at the site of
the destruction and contemplated it. I
will try to describe this in course of this narrative.
Arrival
On the morning of 7 June 2018, I left Tokyo
Central for Hiroshima by a bullet train
to an intermediate station where I had to change over to another
train. A helpful railway official had
given me precise directions about how to make the change over and had cautioned
me not to get into a train that was due to leave the same platform in the same
direction just three minutes before mine, because its destination was
different! That was when I experienced first-hand what punctuality meant in
Japan’s railway network. That was also
the first time I had the experience of travelling by an inter-city Shinkansen
bullet train. Below is the picture I
took of the interior of my carriage, virtually empty and looking like the
interior of any luxury aircraft.
I got out at the Hiroshima railway station
(see picture of the interior below) and it felt like coming out of Zurich
railway station, an experience I had barely a year before. As I came out of it, I observed that the
exterior was even more impressive, and vastly more extensive.
A part of the large exterior of the railway
station, with an eye-catching row of trees, is captured in the following
picture:
It was a short bus ride to my hotel, Hotel Yorishiro
(see picture below) with its name in English and barely visible, actually within
walking distance of the railway station as I later discovered. With a façade more appealing than Smile Hotel
in Tokyo, the interior looked a lot less so, and very much like a large house
converted into a small hotel, with a small family actually running it. It was drizzling outside and threatening to
rain harder. I was anxious to check in
at the hotel and leave for Hiroshima’s historic ‘atom bomb site’ as soon as
possible. But I was held up at the hotel because I was not expected to be there
so soon, with the worsening weather compounding my woes.
Check-in
After a fairly long and irritating wait, a
maintenance worker announced that my room was ready for occupation and I was escorted
into it on the second floor. It looked
even smaller than the one at Smile hotel, but at first glance, no less
comfortable. I was all too eager to get out and head for the bomb site. On the way out, the hotel lady gave me some
quick and clear instructions about how to get there. Accordingly, I walked up
to the railway station holding an umbrella over my head, got into a local bus
ready to leave for the iconic destination and reached there twenty minutes
later, passing through some unbelievably modern thoroughfare, in sharp contrast
to what I was to see soon.
A-Bomb site
The rain had mercifully reduced to just a
drizzle when I reached the bomb site, adjacent to another highly developed
locality in the city. As on any other
occasion, my hands went spontaneously for my camera and I started clicking even
as I moved around the well preserved and enduring symbol of the first ever nuclear
attack in human history. Here are three
of the numerous pictures I captured, and they speak for themselves:
Also reproduced below are three descriptions (English
versions) displayed prominently at relevant points on the site:
My immediate purpose served, I got down to the
more serious task of looking at all parts of the rather small site, preserved
exactly as cleaned up immediately after the bombing, from the perspective of
someone who has a master’s degree in Nuclear Physics, with a fair understanding
of how nuclear weapons are designed and tested, and how the very first such
weapon could have reigned in the destruction it actually did. Putting aside the science and technology behind
these weapons, I was very deeply concerned about the humanitarian issues
involved and the compulsions, military, political, or otherwise, that led then
US President Harry Truman to authorise the actual use of such a terrible weapon
to achieve whatever objectives he had in mind. Incidentally, Truman himself had this to say
in his defence:
“As President of the United States, I had the
fateful responsibility of deciding whether or not to use this weapon for the
first time. It was the hardest decision I ever had to make. But the President
cannot duck hard problems…… I decided that the bomb should be used to end the
war quickly and save countless lives - Japanese as well as American.”
While the science and technology behind the
weapon were easy to digest, the humanitarian aspects began to bother me, more
than they had ever done, even as an informed though distant bystander in the annals
of human conflict that led to the actual use of such a dreadful weapon. In
saying that it was the hardest decision he ever had to make, Truman betrayed a
sense of narrow mindedness in thinking about just his personal responsibility,
ignoring that of his nation to the comity of other nations as a whole
and to future generations of humanity that would be impacted by his action. It is possibly the most momentous decision
any leader has ever had to make in the whole history of human conflict and he
could, and indeed should, have acted more benignly.
Before arriving at Hiroshima, I had a fair
idea of the destruction the A-bomb had wrought, and the display panels at the
bomb site as well as those at the adjacent Peace Park, reinforced my awareness. Here are just a few of the terrifying facts:
- Ø “Nothing remained except a few buildings of reinforced concrete… For acres and acres, the city was like a desert except for scattered piles of brick and roof tile.”
- Ø Those who were close to the epicentre of the explosion were simply vaporized by the intensity of the heat. The others were luckier in simply being charred to death.
- Ø Many objects and people in the path of the intense light and heat spreading out from the explosion absorbed the energy and only their ‘nuclear shadows’ on walls and pavements survived. The objects and people had disappeared into oblivion.
- Ø “Doctors realized in retrospect that even though most of the dead had also suffered from burns and blast effects, they had absorbed enough radiation to kill them. The rays simply destroyed body cells - caused their nuclei to degenerate and broke their walls.”
- Ø Some 70,000 - 80,000 people, around 30 percent of the population of Hiroshima at the time, were killed by the blast and resultant firestorm, and another 70,000 were injured.
- Ø 69 percent of Hiroshima's buildings were destroyed and another 6 to 7 percent damaged.
- Ø Over 90 percent of the doctors and 93 percent of the nurses in Hiroshima were killed or injured - most had been in the downtown area which received the greatest damage. The hospitals were destroyed or heavily damaged.
- Ø The plight of most
survivors was worse than death. They suffered a slow, agonizing death caused
mainly by the effects of gamma rays and neutrons, the main products of nuclear
fission of the bomb material.
These facts don’t tell the individual tales of
horror from thousands of survivors who were condemned to suffer all types of
ailments from the nuclear radiation penetrating their bodies in deadly doses, all
at once.
As I stood transfixed at the bomb site, completely
lost in thought and oblivious to the surroundings, contemplating the terrible
tragedy inflicted right there and in my own lifetime by one set of people on
another, whatever the justification or circumstances may have been, a deep
sense of sadness engulfed me, shook me to the roots, and I literally shed tears
of uncontrollable sorrow for the inhuman sufferings of ordinary innocent people
brought on by the high and the mighty. I
was one with the pious thoughts of Daisaku Ikeda that the tragedy wrought by
nuclear weapons must never be repeated and that humanity and nuclear weapons
cannot coexist.
It took me quite some time to recover from the
emotional impact of vicariously experiencing all the horror, and walk up to the
adjacent Peace Park and its tranquil environment.
Peace Park
The Peace Memorial Park, on a large area
adjacent to the A-bomb site, is dedicated to the legacy of Hiroshima as the
first city in the world to suffer a nuclear attack, and to the memories of
victims of the bomb, both direct and indirect. The park was built on an open field that was created by the
explosion. It hosts a large number of memorials, monuments, museums, and
lecture halls, visited by over a million people each year. The annual 6
August Peace Memorial Ceremony, sponsored by the city of Hiroshima, is also held in the
park. Here is a picture of the cenotaph
in the park, with the A-bomb dome in the rear:
Here is a group of school students at the cenotaph, with the bomb dome in the background on the right against a threatening sky and a beautiful large clean lawn in the foreground:
A portion of the peace park is dedicated to
children, the most innocent victims of the tragedy. Below is a memorial for
them, surrounded by some attractive displays. For once I can’t claim that
everywhere I looked at was spotlessly clean!
Perhaps the lapse can be excused because of the rains.
Below is the Hiroshima Peace Bell within a
protective curved enclosure. Ringing the bell is considered a great
way for children to participate and to think over something of the devastation
wrought by war.
The following Tower of Peace was built in 1967
to commemorate the thousands of student victims of the war and the atomic
bomb. The memorial is 12 m tall and five
stories high.
Peace Memorial Museum
The following eloquent statements appearing on
their website summarise the intent of the large, superbly conceived, Hiroshima
Peace memorial Museum, located close to the bomb site and the Peace Park:
Here is a prominent self-explanatory message
in front of the museum building at the time of my visit:
I spent the rest of the evening exploring the
museum exhibits till it closed for the day. The picture below captures a large
group of children viewing the superbly organized displays presenting pertinent
information in graphic detail in a large part of the museum.
Among the numerous exhibits is a wrist watch
that belonged to a victim of the blast, showing the exact time at which the
bomb exploded over Hiroshima, stopping the watch, and wiping out a large part
of the city too at the same time.
Late in the evening¸ I walked back to the
comfort of my hotel, with my mind full of disturbing thoughts about how the
city had once been nearly erased off the face of the Earth in one stroke, but
rose like a phoenix from the ashes of destruction to the present-day glory.
Hiroshima Castle
The impressive building of stunning ancient
Japanese architecture captured in the following picture is the Castle of
Hiroshima, also called Carp Castle, as rebuilt in 1958, after the original in
its place had been destroyed completely by the Atom bomb dropped on the city on
6 Aug 1945.
Here is the zoomed-in uppermost part of the
castle from a slightly different angle, to which I climbed floor by floor,
looking at all the displayed exhibits in the process:
The Castle is just about a km away from the
A-bomb site, and commands a view of the whole city. Here is one such view, in very dark cloudy
skies:
Here is a super-zoom picture of the A-bomb
dome I also captured from the top floor of the castle:
Shukkei-en Garden
My next visit was to one of the most famous
gardens in Japan, the Shukkei-en Garden, located adjacent to the large
building housing the Hiroshima Prefectural Art Museum. I first went inside the museum whose
impressive lobby is seen in the picture below:
When I went up to the information desk to
purchase a ticket, I was told that admission was free for senior citizens, and
all I needed to do was to show my passport.
I was also told that photography was not allowed inside the museum halls
but, more importantly for me, there was no such restriction in the garden,
which I could enter through this building.
I first went through the museum halls which housed a stunning collection of traditional and modern Japanese art objects, and felt sorry that no photography was allowed inside. It was then time to enter the garden through a side gate of the museum building pictured below:
I spent the next two hours in the serene and
soothing atmosphere of Shukkein garden which too had been destroyed by
the A-bomb and later rebuilt on the same landscape. The story of this celebrated garden is best
told in pictures and I do so here with just five of them from the scores that I
shot, in damp cloudy conditions, with intermittent drizzle.
Incidentally, while there should be no doubt
about the flower bunch being real, I assure the viewer that the turtle too is
real!
Epilogue
Under normal circumstances, my last visit for
the day and the final one before bidding goodbye to the tragic city would have
been to the famous Itsukushima shrine on an island in Hiroshima Bay
approached through the great Torii Gate that is partially submerged
under water in high tide. Unfortunately,
the inclement weather made it impossible.
I spent some time in the evening getting a problem with my SIM card
attended to, something that took an inordinately and surprisingly long time! On
my way back to the hotel I came across this curious looking entrance to what appeared
to be a luxury Hotel, perhaps emblematic of the twentyfirst century Hiroshima!
3 comments:
very touchy.... reminded me of my visit to a concentration camp in Germany (Dachau I think) and also Jalianwala bagh... the sadness was too much to bear...
very touching I mean!
I shed tears too when I stood in front of that semi broken building..one of my most emotional travel moments..
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