Hiroshima (August 6, 1945) and Nagasaki (August 9,
1945)
Astonishing
story from Hiroshima atomic bomb survivor, Setsuko
Nakamura Thurlow.
She laments the
issue of “nuclear insanity” in her speech at Oslo on December 10, 2017, when
she and her
group (ICAN) were awarded the Nobel Peace Prize – who she is and her
bio.
Her Story: That
dreadful day she remembers in her own words are based on the
events at Hiroshima where she lived (and then 3 days later at Nagasaki)
as described she remembers that history this way in
her speech and her story here (the emphasis is placed on her vivid word
description of what she saw that day on August 6, 1945 when she survived the
blast at her school when she was 13 years old) – in her own words verbatim:
- Blinding flash -
“I still vividly remember that
morning. At 8:15, I saw a blinding bluish-white flash from the window. I
remember having the sensation of floating in the air.”
“As I regained consciousness in the
silence and darkness, I found myself pinned by the collapsed building. I began
to hear my classmates' faint cries: “Mother, help me. God, help me.”
“Then, suddenly, I felt hands
touching my left shoulder, and heard a man saying: Don't give up! Keep pushing!
I am trying to free you. See the light coming through that opening? Crawl towards
it as quickly as you can.”
- Burned alive -
“As I crawled out, the ruins were on fire. Most of my
classmates in that building were burned to death alive. I saw all around me
utter, unimaginable devastation.”
“Processions of ghostly figures shuffled by.
Grotesquely wounded people, they were bleeding, burnt, blackened and swollen.
Parts of their bodies were missing.”
“Flesh and skin hung from their bones. Some with their
eyeballs hanging in their hands. Some with their bellies burst open, their
intestines hanging out. The foul stench of burnt human flesh filled the air.”
- Radiation poisoning –
“Thus, with
one bomb my beloved city was obliterated. Most of its residents were civilians
who were incinerated, vaporised, carbonised –- among them, members of my own
family and 351 of my schoolmates.”
“In the
weeks, months and years that followed, many thousands more would die, often in
random and mysterious ways, from the delayed effects of radiation. Still to
this day, radiation is killing survivors.”
“Whenever I
remember Hiroshima, the first image that comes to mind is of my four-year-old
nephew, Eiji -– his little body transformed into an unrecognisable melted chunk
of flesh. He kept begging for water in a faint voice until his death released
him from agony.”
“To me, he
came to represent all the innocent children of the world, threatened as they
are at this very moment by nuclear weapons. Every second of every day, nuclear
weapons endanger everyone we love and everything we hold dear. We must not tolerate
this insanity any longer.”
Here she is
speaking in March 2017 (about 30 minutes) on the same subject – more vivid
details:
Mrs. Nakamura-Thurlow
Then a Young Lady in Her Native Japanese Kimono
My Reaction to her
story and her words – wow – they speak for themselves:
I wonder if Donald J. Trump and Kim Jung-Un would read
this – or if they even know her story and the horror she experienced and saw firsthand
about nuclear war?
Shall we send a copy of this to them? Their reaction
would be priceless, but I expect their response would be along the lines as “Fake
News, Made up Story, a Hoax, More American Propaganda to scare our Great Nation
Now I the Nuclear Age and Equal to America – who we are Not Afraid Of…”
My
speculation, but probably close to the truth.
Nuclear
war in Korea would be a million times worse that Hiroshima and Nagasaki
combined.
Two men hold the fate of mankind in their hands – how can that be
since there would be no such thing as a “limited nuclear war” once it starts,
it would end mankind and planet Earth – not a prospect anyone can imagine.
Stay tuned and congrats to Mrs. Setsuko Nakamura Thurlow
for winning the Nobel Peace Prize.
Thanks for stopping by – please share this story as
wide as possible and thanks for that, too.
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