LOST THOUGHTS OF WAR RETURN: A DIARY OF THE MIND

 

DIARIUM 7   Tanka 30 to 33

 

Jefferson Barracks, Missouri, 1943

 

Segregated company of black soldiers demeaned.

 

TANKA 30

 

typical order

hey soldier open your eyes ‑‑

training films for what ~

erect or blow up bridges

but the dark room helped us sleep

 

TANKA 31

 

one dreary morning

segregated black soldiers

were all asked to stand ~

brethren, sing spirituals

show us whites your great rhythm

 

TANKA 32

 

they were melodic

as his cliche was banal

and sadly profane ~

but after many such years

equality was granted

 

TANKA 33

race a dead issue

no humiliation now

desegregated ~

blacks and whites sit together

why did it take them so long

 

We were frequently being subjected to viewing training films, presumably to make us more competent soldiers.  Unfortunately, these films were thoroughly boring, could not have been even slightly effective in training soldiers for any task and I can't recall watching even one of them completely.  The most notorious film was one on venereal diseases that graphically depicted the skin lesions that were easily transmitted.  This caused a few men to get up and run to the bathroom where their morning's breakfast was deposited.   Fortunately, the auditorium was darkened so it would have been difficult for the officers to see whether our eyes were open or closed – most of the men used this brief hiatus from our strenuous labor to get a well‑needed

rest or even a nap.  Not at all unusual for that time, the auditorium was completely racially segregated: whites to one side,  blacks to the other.

One particularly boring morning, after the day's films concluded, the sergeant with an obviously thick southern accent, asked us to sing some trite songs.  I really don't' understand why ‑‑ perhaps he had to fill out the morning's time schedule before we returned to our units.  After a half dozen of these impromptu songs, apparently his favorites, he said he had a treat for us.  He followed that announcement by extolling the in‑born melodious singing ability and impeccable rhythm of our "nigra" soldiers.   I sat up straight wondering what he had planned.  He then asked the company of black soldiers, sitting to our left to stand, and asked then to sing a Negro spiritual.


He waved his hands synchronously, presumably to keep them all together while they sang a spiritual and the white soldiers listened.  It was so unbelievably condescending to be introduced as being able to keep in tune and rhythm, that for a moment I wondered whether they would just refuse and tell him to sing the songs alone.  But this was decades ago when subservience was the rule, and their performance was indeed, rather touching –  all this despite his condescending introduction, the notorious cliche that "our black brothers have rhythm" [by which he presumably meant they had nothing else of intellectual significance].

 

Sir Sidney

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The philosopher's response:

 

Always in war, art and philosophy are called into question. The official mind overwhelms the creative pursuit of the rational mind.  Legacies of this remain, the wartime Japanese tanka utterly at variance with the great tradition of the waka, the Nazi pursuit of Aryan art, the Fascist architecture in Italy, or the ultimate testimony to folly, the execution of the theologian Martin Bonnhoeffer.

In Japan there was the curious case of Tanizaki Junichiro‑'s novel Sasameyuki, [The Makioka Sisters].  The first two episodes appeared in January and March 1943 issues of the magazine Chu‑o‑ Ko‑ron. The plan was to have the novel serialised in every other issue. However, there was no instalment in May, and in June the editor of the Magazine, Hatanaka Shigeo, announced that there would be no further episodes because the novel was at variance with the self discipline required for the war effort.  In fact, Hatanaka had been called before the Information Bureau of the War Ministry to be directed to cease publishing Tanizaki's "offending" novel.  Tanizaki, in the great tradition of courageous writers, published the first volume privately in July 1944.  The novel was published in full in 1949.

 

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"Would you do this please, Koi‑san."  Seeing in the mirror that Taeko had come up behind her, Sachiko stopped powdering her back and held out the puff to her sister. Her eyes were still on the mirror, appraising the face as if it belonged to someone else. The long under kimono, pulled high at the throat, stood out stiffly behind to reveal her back and shoulders.

"And where is Yukiko?"

"She is watching Etsuko practice," said Taeko. Both sisters spoke in the quiet, unhurried  Osaka dialect. Taeko was the youngest in the family, and in Osaka, the youngest girl is always ‘Koisan’, small daughter.

The Makioka Sisters, translated by Edward G.Seidensticker.

What had "offended" the War Ministry was the "sickly" domestic scenes, and the preoccupation with the minute details of the `miai' or arranged marriage.

 

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From the April 1943 issue of the magazine Kaizo‑: a report of a literary discussion. The writer Hino Ashihei had been asked if he had read The Makioka Sisters:

Hino: I'm sure people will take offense if anyone like myself dares to criticise a great senior writer too outspokenly... [Mr Tanizaki] He describes scenes of miai and of women putting on their makeup, worries about a spot under someone's eye which becomes faint and then becomes dark again...

Kawabata: I wonder if Mr Tanizaki while he was writing, felt attracted by the syrupy, sticky quality of the life it describes, or if he wasn't portraying the stupidity of the bourgeois....  A great many ordinary readers have been fascinated by this book."

Quoted from Donald Keene,  Appreciation of Japanese Culture.  ISBN 4‑7700 0956‑9

 

                          the official mind          5

                       prescribes what must be done  7

                       thus truth is always absent   7

 

Hugh Bygott