UndercoverElephant wrote:RenewableCandy wrote:
This is going to become less tolerable as the economy slides downhill. In days of yore the grandchildren would rush out to a bright new career and jolly-well buy their own house. From now on there'll be a lot less of that, and a stay in an old folks home (£1,000 pw plus expenses!) will condemn your descendents to the legions of The Landless.
So our honourable Japanese gentleman, tactless though he may be, might have a point.
Indeed.
I watched this film for the first time last week:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_Royale_%28film%29
It is a rare thing that I have anything positive to say about a film containing this much violence, but I felt it was relevant enough to post it in this thread. I should also add that I am no film buff, and have no idea whether most of the people reading this have seen this film, heard of it or not heard of it.
IOW: The Japanese have their own way of doing things, which I am fascinated by. I respect it and find it deeply disturbing at the same time.
They certainly have their own way of doing things alright.
When I was just twenty, I worked for a couple of years as a hospital porter at my local hospital in Whiby in North yorkshire. It was just a small hospital with 3 wards plus a maternity ward. The first was the acute ward, the second for longer stays and the third ward, known as the "War Memorial" ward, was the geriatric ward where old folks basically came to die.
One of my jobs was to deliver the meals in a specially heated trolley. One of the patients on the War Memorial ward was an old man called Mr Broadbent. He was an otherwise lucid man who was dying of leukemia. He could only walk a short distance, but was perfectly capable of holding an intelligent conversation. To be honest, I could tell the place was doing his head in since it was mostly full of demented, senile poor old buggers who didnt't know what day of the week it was. Consequently, I kind of felt sorry for him and used to spend 10 minutes or so each mealtime to chat with him.
After a few weeks of chatting, he began to open up to me about his past. It turned out he had been in the war and had been taken prisoner of war by the Japs and forced to labour on the infamous Burma "death" railway. He told me of the things the Japs used to do to prisoners. These included wworking them basically to near death. When a worker was no longer able to work, they were summarily executed on the spot with a bullet to the head. They were then left to rot by the side of the railway. No one was allowed to stop working, on pain of death themsleves, even if they were working right alongside the corpse.
Another little wheeze the Japs used to pull was when someone was caught trying to escape (though there was little point since there was only Jungle surrounding where they worked). They would crucify the escapee alive to a tree with nails so that every other worker could see them. They were then left hanging there till they died.
Oh yes, the Japanese had their own special way of doing things.
Now, I know that many years have passed and cultures evolve. However, there is something dark and callous in a culture that could do that on the scale that Mr Broadbent told me about. It wasn't a few isolated incidents. It wasn't even something particular to a specific set of circumstances, though the specific circumstances will have certainly contributed. Mr Broadbent told me he thought it was something much deeper than that. He reckoned there was something inherent in the cultural
character of the Japanese of the time that legitimised this kind of behaviour such that it was fully normalised amongst all sections of the Japanese personnel. He even saw really brutal behaviour from senior Japanese officers to their own subordinates. They basically seemed to lack any kind of human empathy except insofar as it was related to social standing. The higher someone's social standing, the more their humanity was respected. If someone was seen as having little social standing, however, they were viewed (and treated) as worse than animals.
That kind of dark shit does not leave a culture easily or quickly, I would suggest.