Japan Earthquake Tribute Thread - against the haters/for the people

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deadbeat

Starting a new thread as I felt its best for the main thread regarding the earthquake to concern itself with just news and discussion about news. Whereas this thread can be more about the various human efforts and stuff that goes on during the earthquake.

I'm getting quite emotional about this right now so I'll just leave this here. I guess other various emotional stuff and first-person perspective fit this thread as well.
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Posted by a Chinese from a friend stuck in Japan, directed towards all the other Chinese haters back in China

This is a mail from my friend
She asked me to post for her
She is in Sendai, Japan
Rescued early morning today
After being trapped for 8 hours
I hope you can finish reading
Hope you are a good person
Respect others
Even if you want to insult
Please don’t leave traces here

——————————

Aren’t we all comrades?
Just because you are in China
Just because you don’t have family or friends in Japan
You can say words like let Japan sink?
The Chinese people in Japan aren’t people?

What is hate
Who can tell me what hate is
When you’re standing on a roof surrounded by sea water
When in that water, is your home
When in that water, are your friends and family
Do you still know what hate is?

He kills you, so you must kill him
Then I think patriots with this kind of ideals
Can go to Japan for school or work
Then choose a rush hour
Take a knife, and kill whoever you see
I promise you can kill 100 people
I promise you can kill all types of people
I promise you can become the headline news
I promise you can fulfill your heroic dream

But you have to know
That in those 100 people

Maybe 10 were innocent children
Maybe 10 were house wives on their way home with groceries
Maybe 10 were workers working hard to provide for their families
Maybe 10 were elders
Maybe 10 were youngsters hanging out
Maybe 10 were part-timers delivering take-out
Maybe 10 were people waiting for a bus
Maybe 10 were passerbys
Maybe 10 were those who don’t know why you killed them
Maybe 10 were Chinese

Even if there really is someone you want to kill
I advice you
Choose carefully before you act

I don’t know how the Nan Jin massacre looked like
I hate those Japanese soldiers
I hate that they killed our people
But today
I felt like I saw a massacre
Standing on the roof
If you want to see
Look carefully
Sendai is you patriots’ heaven
Corpses are right there
There are some torn limbs
There are whole bodies
If you have good eyes
You can see the small hands of young children
If you focus
You can even see some corpses hugging together

Do you have any sympathy
Do you know that before Mother Nature
We humans are one family

My boyfriend works at a company by the coast
Till now we haven’t been able to contact each other
I know, we can’t see each other ever again
Who told you that only the Japanese died in this tragedy
Who told you that this tragedy is karma
Yes
It’s karma
The man kind’s karma is here

Right now I want to live
I want to live well
Right here in Japan
I want to live well
I’m afraid that if I died
Many people will blame Japan

There were over 80 people stuck in the building
In those eight hours
It’s true that they treated me like a Chinese
I have anemia so I felt like I couldn’t go on
A house wife with a baby beside me
Gave me some milk powder
The 20 year old girl sitting beside me helped me find water
Just like this
I’m still here
Perhaps it wasn’t the milk powder that saved
But their spirits saved me

Among the 80 people there were only two cellphones that worked
Everyone let the Chinese call home first
I was the second who got to call
Everyone lined up to call home
Till the end, some Japanese friends didn’t get through to their families
They understood there was no need
They gave up

After around 4 hours
Some girls were hugging and sobbing
Some were crying to themselves
Some were lying on the ground looking up at the sky
Some were still trying to call for help

I sat by the wall
Looked at the Japanese house wife beside me
She kept talking to her baby
Soothing the child to sleep and breast feeding
I miss mom
I want to go home

There were too many things I can’t forgot in those 8 hours
I’ve never been through so much pain in my life
Thanks to God
I was saved

What else do I want to say
I know I have so much more to tell everyone
But I’m so tired
Tired from crying
After the corpses are found
I might have to go identify them

Mom
Can I not go?
I don’t want to go
I’m so scared
I’ll see so many dead bodies
I don’t want to go anywhere

I hope this mail will get sent
Please help me publish
Maybe a lot of people will scold us
But
I hope you will know a bit more

I’m tired
Too scared to sleep
There are still small quakes
I have nowhere to hide
Mom
Are you watching?
I’m alive
Please don’t worry
Sleep for a while

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Before Mother Nature
Do we still have racial differences?

Source.

Posted 5 years ago #
jamesownsall

uh...

Do we really need; another topic?

Posted 5 years ago #
Mistress Antika

Beautifully written, it's really sad.

But I agree with james, you should post it in the thread about this that already exists.

Posted 5 years ago #
deadbeat

jamesownsall said:
uh...

Do we really need; another topic?

I know someone would ask this, which is why I SPENT THE FUCKING FIRST PARAGRAPH to explain. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Antika: I assume you meant the News thread? I felt its best to separate the emotional/people stuff from the news stuff as that was the 'official' coverage/version of the events while this thread could be more like a coverage from the 'ground' so as to speak. Wouldn't want people to go off on a tangent in the news thread and create a confusion about what is officially reported and what's not

Posted 5 years ago #
Mistress Antika

Oh ok.

I'll just go ahead and post this on my FB.

Posted 5 years ago #
spoon

UNHAPPY mortals! Dark and mourning earth!
Affrighted gathering of human kind!
Eternal lingering of useless pain!
Come, ye philosophers, who cry, "All’s well,"
And contemplate this ruin of a world.
Behold these shreds and cinders of your race,
This child and mother heaped in common wreck,
These scattered limbs beneath the marble shafts—
A hundred thousand whom the earth devours,
Who, torn and bloody, palpitating yet,
Entombed beneath their hospitable roofs,
In racking torment end their stricken lives.
To those expiring murmurs of distress,
To that appalling spectacle of woe,
Will ye reply: "You do but illustrate
The Iron laws that chain the will of God"?
Say ye, o’er that yet quivering mass of flesh:
"God is avenged: the wage of sin is death"?
What crime, what sin, had those young hearts conceived
That lie, bleeding and torn, on mother’s breast?
Did fallen Lisbon deeper drink of vice
Than London, Paris, or sunlit Madrid?
In these men dance; at Lisbon yawns the abyss.
Tranquil spectators of your brothers’ wreck,
Unmoved by this repellent dance of death,
Who calmly seek the reason of such storms,
Let them but lash your own security;
Your tears will mingle freely with the flood.

When earth its horrid jaws half open shows,
My plaint is innocent, my cries are just.
Surrounded by such cruelties of fate,
By rage of evil and by snares of death,
Fronting the fierceness of the elements,
Sharing our ills, indulge me my lament.
"Tis pride," ye say— "the pride of rebel heart,
To think we might fare better than we do."
Go, tell it to the Tagus’ stricken banks;
Search in the ruins of that bloody shock;
Ask of the dying in that house, of grief,
Whether ‘tis pride that calls on heaven for help
And pity for the sufferings of men.
"All’s well," ye say, "and all is necessary."
Think ye this universe had been the worse
Without this hellish gulf in Portugal?
Are ye so sure the great eternal cause,
That knows all things, and for itself creates,
Could not have placed us in this dreary clime
Without volcanoes seething ‘neath our feet?
Set you this limit to the power supreme?
Would you forbid it use its clemency?
Are not the means of the great artisan
Unlimited for shaping his designs?
The master I would not offend, yet wish
This gulf of fire and sulphur had outpoured
Its baleful flood amid the desert wastes.
God I respect, yet love the universe.
Not pride, alas, it is, but love of man,
To mourn so terrible a stroke as this.
Would it console the sad inhabitants
Of these aflame and desolated shores
To say to them: "Lay down your lives in peace;
For the world’s good your homes are sacrificed;
Your ruined palaces shall others build,
For other peoples shall your walls arise;
The North grows rich on your unhappy loss;
Your ills are but a link In general law;
To God you are as those low creeping worms
That wait for you in your predestined tombs"?
What speech to hold to victims of such ruth!
Add not, such cruel outrage to their pain.
Nay, press not on my agitated heart
These iron and irrevocable laws,
This rigid chain of bodies, minds, and worlds.
Dreams of the bloodless thinker are such thoughts.
God holds the chain: is not himself enchained;
By indulgent choice is all arranged;
Implacable he’s not, but free and just.
Why suffer we, then, under one so just?
There is the knot your thinkers should undo.
Think ye to cure our ills denying them?
All peoples, trembling at the hand of God,
Have sought the source of evil in the world.
When the eternal law that all things moves
Doth hurl the rock by impact of the winds,
With lightning rends and fires the sturdy oak,
They have no feeling of the crashing blows;
But I, I live and feel, my wounded heart
Appeals for aid to him who fashioned it.
Children of that Almighty Power, we stretch
Our hands in grief towards our common sire.
The vessel, truly, is not heard to say:
"Why should I be so vile, so coarse, so frail?"
Nor speech nor thought is given unto it.
The urn that, from the potter’s forming hand,
Slips and is shattered has no living heart
That yearns for bliss and shrinks from misery.
"This misery," ye say, "Is others’ good."
Yes; from my mouldering body shall be born
A thousand worms, when death has closed my pain.
Fine consolation this in my distress!
Grim speculators on the woes of men,
Ye double, not assuage, my misery.
In you I mark the nerveless boast of pride
That hides its ill with pretext of content.
I am a puny part of the great whole.
Yes; but all animals condemned to live,
All sentient things, born by the same stern law,
Suffer like me, and like me also die.
The vulture fastens on his timid prey,
And stabs with bloody beak the quivering limbs:
All’s well, it seems, for it. But in a while
An eagle tears the vulture into shreds;
The eagle is transfixed by shaft of man;
The man, prone in the dust of battlefield,
Mingling his blood with dying fellow men,
Becomes in turn the food of ravenous birds.

Thus the whole world in every member groans:
All born for torment and for mutual death.
And o’er this ghastly chaos you would say
The ills of each make up the good of all!
What blessedness! And as, with quaking voice,
Mortal and pitiful, ye cry, "All’s well,"
The universe belies you, and your heart
Refutes a, hundred times your mind’s conceit.
All dead and living things are locked in strife.
Confess it freely -- evil stalks the land
Its secret principle unknown to us.
Can it be from the author of all good?
Are we condemned to weep by tyrant law
Of black Typhon or barbarous Ahriman?
These odious monsters, whom a trembling world
Made gods, my spirit utterly rejects.
But how conceive a God supremely good,
Who heaps his favours on the sons he loves
Yet scatters evil with as large a hand?
What eye can pierce the depth of his designs?
From that all-perfect Being came not ill:
And came it from no other, for he’s lord:
Yet it exists. O stern and numbing truth!

O wondrous mingling of diversities!

A God came down to lift our stricken race:
He visited the earth, and changed it not!
One sophist says he had not power to change;
"He had," another cries, "but willed it not:
In time he will, no doubt." And, while they prate
The hidden thunders, belched from undergound,
Fling wide the ruins of a hundred towns
Across the smiling face of Portugal.
God either smites the inborn guilt of man,
Or, arbitrary lord of space and time,
Devoid alike of pity and of wrath,
Pursues the cold designs he has conceived.
Or else this formless stuff, recalcitrant,
Bears in itself inalienable faults;
Or else God tries us, and this mortal life

Is but the passage to eternal spheres.
‘Tis transitory pain we suffer here,
And death its merciful deliverance.
Yet, when this dreadful passage has been,
Who will contend he has deserved the crown?
Whatever side we take we needs must groan;
Nature is dumb, in vain appeal to it,
The human race demans a word of God.

‘Tis his alone to illustrate his work,
Console the weary, and illume the wise.
Without him man, to doubt and error doomed,
Finds not a reed that he may lean upon.
From Leibniz learn we not by what unseen
Bonds, in this best of all imagined worlds,
Endless disorder, chaos of distress,
Must mix our little pleasures thus with pain:
Nor why the guiltless suffer all this woe
In common with the most abhorrent guilt.
‘Tis mockery to tell me all is well.
Like learned doctors, nothing do I know.
Plato has said that men did once have wings
And bodies proof against all mortal ill;
That pain and death were strangers to their world.
How have we fallen from that high estate!
Man crawls and dies: all is but born to die:
The world’s the empire of destructiveness.
This frail construction of quick nerves and bones
Cannot sustain the shock of elements;
This temporary blend of blood and dust
Was put together only to dissolve;
This prompt and vivid sentiment of nerve
Was made for pain, the minister of death:
Thus in my ear does nature’s message run.
Plato and Epicurus I reject,
And turn more hopefully to learned Bayle.
With even poised scale Bayle bids me doubt
He, wise enough and great to need no creed,
Has slain all system -- combats even himself:
Like that blind conqueror of Philistines,
He sinks beneath the ruin he has wrought.
What is the verdict of the vastest mind?
Silence: the book of fate is closed to us.
Man is a stranger to his own research;
He knows not whence he comes, nor whither goes.
Tormented atoms in a bed of mud,
Devoured by death, a mockery of fate.
But thinking atoms, whose far-seeing eyes,
Guided by thought, have measured the faint stars,
Our being mingles with the infinite;
Ouselves we never see, or come to know.
This world, this theatre of pride and wrong,
Swarms with sick fools who talk of happiness.
With plaints and groans they follow up the quest,
To die reluctant, or be born again.
At fitful moments in our pain-racked life
The hand of pleasure wipes away our tears;
But pleasure passes like a fleeting shade,
And leaves a legacy of pain and loss.
The past for us is but a fond regret,
The present grim, unless the future’s clear.
If thought must end in darkness of the tomb,
All will be well one day — so runs our hope.
All now is well, is but an ideal dream.
The wise deceive me: God alone is right.
With lowly sighing, subject in my pain,
I do not fling myself ‘gainst Providence.
Once did I sing, in less lugubrious tone,
The sunny ways of pleasure’s genial rule;
The times have changed, and, taught by growing age,
And sharing of the frailty of mankind,
Seeking a light amid the deepening gloom,
I can but suffer, and will not repine.
A caliph once, when his last hour had come,
This prayer addressed to him he reverenced:
"To thee, sole and all-powerful king, I bear
What thou dost lack in thy immensity—
Evil and ignorance, distress and sin."
He might have added one thing further — hope.

- http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Poem_on_the_Lisbon_Disaster

the heart...

Posted 5 years ago #
deadbeat

Just saw an interview on BBC/TBS with a reporter following/interviewing a few old folks in a hospital who were trying to look for news about their family. All of them ended up empty-handed and shared stories about their personal experience. very emotional interview which left me feeling very empty inside.

:(

Posted 5 years ago #
Pacpon

I know it's sad and all but where was this support when other crap happened in the world. Oh I guess it didn't because it wasn't in Japan. Sorry I forgot that didn't matter.

Posted 5 years ago #
deadbeat

For instance, like the Aceh Tsunami 2004, or the 2008 Sichuan Earthquake, or the Haiti earthquake 2010?

Right....rock-solid case you have there. O_0

Posted 5 years ago #
Pacpon

deadbeat said:
For instance, like the Aceh Tsunami 2004, or the 2008 Sichuan Earthquake, or the Haiti earthquake 2010?

Right....rock-solid case you have there. O_0

I'm sure there wasn't 3 or 4 threads dedicated to all of those things that's my point. But it's cool yay japanese tsunami. I mean...nooo tsunami.

Posted 5 years ago #
spoon

we care more about the Japanese obviously. if you don't to a degree then this isn't really the right place for you.

edit. and your mocking post is disgusting. is there something wrong with a child crying more when her parent dies then when some random individual dies? we are only human.

go masturbate your ego elsewhere.

Posted 5 years ago #
deadbeat

Pacpon said:

I'm sure there wasn't 3 or 4 threads dedicated to all of those things that's my point. But it's cool yay japanese tsunami. I mean...nooo tsunami.

besides the obvious reason papa raised, its like the difference between New York getting destroyed and RandomTown in Hicks County getting destroyed. One of them was populated with people in global cities and had prior preparation which proved insufficient, but the other had wooden sheds and lived in villages. If you can't see the difference, then thats just too bad

Posted 5 years ago #
Travis

Wondering why people on a site dedicated to Japanese stuff (teh pornz) care more about Japan than, say, some random third world country is kind of like wondering why water is wet? No?

Posted 5 years ago #
kim tiu

That's the one I have posted earlier in the earthquake thread. Thanks for reposting it.

Posted 5 years ago #
Pacpon

hhahahahaha okieeeeee

Posted 5 years ago #
Antiveli

deadbeat said:

besides the obvious reason papa raised, its like the difference between New York getting destroyed and RandomTown in Hicks County getting destroyed. One of them was populated with people in global cities and had prior preparation which proved insufficient, but the other had wooden sheds and lived in villages. If you can't see the difference, then thats just too bad

LoL considering most of the people here are from BFE areas. Do those that care so much actually have friends or family over there? If not where were you when other catastrophes occurred? You show so much love for your fellow man now but not before?

Posted 5 years ago #
Pacpon

And I would masturbate my ego, but I'm too busy jacking off to CNN.

Posted 5 years ago #
deadbeat

The Antiweeaboo said:

LoL considering most of the people here are from BFE areas. Do those that care so much actually have friends or family over there? If not where were you when other catastrophes occurred? You show so much love for your fellow man now but not before?

Just to let you know since you are being so pissy today, I know people in Tokyo/Japan, but none in Haiti or Sichuan. I know Indonesians whose families were affected by the Aceh tsunami. So at least I feel this incident more deeply than the other 3.

Posted 5 years ago #
☆ БОSS ☆

I actually don't care as much in comparison to the 2004 South-Asian Tsunami
primarily because I had relatives who lived near the coasts in India and the fact that Japan is a modernized nation with a past of earthquakes.

Edit: Emotions aside - If you do love Japanese exports and media,
you should help donate resources that will help Japan get back on it's feet.

Posted 5 years ago #
Ukonkivi

It's sad that there are so many trolls that have latched on here that people can't even sympathize and mourn about an event that killed over 1000 people in peace. It's kind of like this place has become like 4chan, it would be some sort of offbeat otaku community, but the other half of users are too interested in being internet hate machine.

We I have friends in Japan so I pretty much went nuts when I heard the news. I went on a whole spiel about how I was worried I would never get to see my friends in Japan again since they live in the affected area and how if only I had lived my life differently in recent year, years ago might not have been the last time I saw them again. To the point someone said I was selfish and how the topic wasn't about me and how I miss and worry about my friends in Japan(it sounds like a miscommunication or maybe just meanness). Anyway, I don't know about you, but I actually have friends in Japan and this has affected me related to that. But it doesn't matter if I do, this is a sad event through and through. I don't blame anyone for getting incredibly depressed about this.

And if anyone thinks someone is too much of a Japanophile for getting sad about this, I think that they're an idiot and their opinions are worthless and unworthy of note.

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