the alleged kat
Aug 9, 2017 · 1 min read

thank you, Terijo, for your words.

i know it is a very, very touchy subject to many, but i feel personally touched, damaged by the bomb at Hiroshima, somehow able to speak on this matter from a deeply real place of loss and pain.

On recon and BDA photos, i can see the neighborhood where my grandmother, unknown uncle, great grandparents, and who know who else, lived in before my grandmother emigrated to the US, before the war, leaving other family members behind. it is less than a kilometer from the hypocenter, totally crushed, burned, unrecognizable as any place of life, of hope, of pain, of love. i suppose that a firebombing might have left me the same, but the horror of the bomb is somehow transcendent beyond the pale of the preceding carpet- and fire-bombings.

i know the arguments, pro, and con, for its use at the time. still, i cannot find the balance of justice. my thoughts and feelings that i write condemn only the horror, the pain, the loss. i cannot judge the decisions of the past.

all i know is that there is a gigantic hole, blasted in my soul, years before i was born, ripped out that sunny morning.

and thus, i write.

    the alleged kat

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    words, untamed, devour me