Over a decade ago, I sat behind my father in a National Park Service bus at the Grand Canyon. I engaged in a conversation with a Japanese man behind me, who was about my father`s age. My Japanese is limited to desuka dotowa desuka.
His English was somewhat better. I welcomed him to America and expressed my joy that he could come here. My father, who lost his best friend in a raid against Bougainvillea staged the his Marine VMB from Guadalcanal, fumed.
There was nothing on earth that I could do to make my father not hate the Japanese.
But I could not hate that Japanese.
I can understand why my father will always hate the Japanese.
And I can understand that few Japanese today are guilty of WWII.
I do not care what Rahm Emanuel`s father said.
All that matters to me is what Rahm Emanuel does. |
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