It Was Sixty Four Years Ago Today
Little Boy today.
Fat Man on August 8.
My mother recalled seeing footage of the atomic bomb being dropped on Hiroshima and on Nagasaki. She was a tween then. It was in color, she said, and it was not on the small screen, but the big screen, in a segregated movie theatre in New Orleans. It was terrifying, she said, and it was so quiet in the house that one could hear the proverbial pin drop.
Lest we forget.
They are still dying from the atomic bomb blasts. Still. Birth defects. Leukemia. This extends to their children and grandchildren as well. And as bad as the Japanese were in their conquered territories, especially in the Philippines and in China, remember that the U.S. dropped the Big One on people of color.
Why people want the bomb now is beyond my comprehension. And that includes al Qaeda. It’s a double-edged sword.
Pray that this kind of atrocity never happens again. Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.