I was not alive for the massacre, nor do I have any family members that were directly affected by it. But the Rape of Nanking was an attack on my people, a genocide that goes unnoticed by the majority of people when talking about World War II, and something that Japanese schoolbooks often refer to as “an incident”.
Ever since I was a little girl I’ve always been fascinated by this slaughter. I always wondered why it wasn’t something that I learned about in history class at school. Why the deaths of more than 300,000 people was reduced to a single sentence, sometimes not even that. Why the rape of more than 20,000 women went ignored. Numbers are the basis of studies and history, but who keeps these records? Who counted the dead and who asked the rape victims about their attacks? I don’t know the exact figures, no one ever will. But they exist, and this attack exists.
Now that it is 2011, it has been 74 years since the Japanese troops invaded my country and held beheading games and contests with my people. Those who were lucky enough to survive are now slipping into old age, into dementia and into death. With Japan’s reluctance to memorialize this incident, with their censored schoolbooks (and trust me, I know that China is not one to speak of censorship), the past is dying. History is dying.
I want to keep this alive, I want people to remember what happened in Nanking on July 7, 1937. Never forget, always remember. Remember Nanking.
Okay so I have a pretty “strong” stomach for most things that have Trigger Warnings but I am going to say I was pretty disturbed by the last picture on the first page of that blog so fair warning, it’s pretty graphic and bloody, and that lady might’ve been beheaded. (Er, decapitated? There’s a difference technically…)
i don’t think i’ll be on a lot for the rest of this month or something. asdfghkl,j my dad had to turn off the air conditioning in this weather so the thing i’ll be doing is lying around all day cos it’s so hot…
just to let you know, but i’ll be on more next month or something.. not too far away, y’kno.