This day is really hard for me every year. Writing it out and sharing it helps, and the fact that people may not have forgotten it gives me hope and solace. I appreciate you all who read my posts today. That’s it for now.
@annetakh
PhD student @USC. US historian in training. History of agricultural/food labor, Méx-US (& other) migration and boundaries in borderlands. Union steward. Formerly at UTokyo. she/her/ella 米国 (農場) 労働史・移民史及び広範に「他者」と「我々」の境界線に関心を持ち研究しています. 📍Tohoku, Tokyo, LA
This day is really hard for me every year. Writing it out and sharing it helps, and the fact that people may not have forgotten it gives me hope and solace. I appreciate you all who read my posts today. That’s it for now.
There is a virtual “flower offering” on this website set up by Fukushima prefecture. You can offer a flower and message here for free, and the website is bilingual. I also joined the local ceremony on YouTube live.
311fukushima.jp/online/
I thought, wow, this is the end of it. My life is done. With all these rude and mean kids.
Anyway that was what happened 15 years ago, minus 5 minutes. I remember exactly what time.
I wonder what my life would have been if I didn’t have to experience all this. Maybe I’d be less messed up.
When it hit I was at school. I hated school so when the quake “blew” us to the wall of the classroom in one big shake I thought I was gonna die. And thought, it’d really suck to die there.
I don’t know how to describe the smile of this elderly person who saw that cats are back. “They survived”, just like he did.
Let’s talk about cats.
Many of them, often at the ports, were flushed too. Some of them on the hill survived.
After 15 years we are finally seeing some cats in the port area, probably those who came from the hill. They are the descendants of the survivor cats, and we treat them nicely.
There are certain things and feelings that I wouldn’t wish to my worst enemy to experience, and many of them came from this.
Done for now. Have to focus back on to the life I have.
I learned what kind of things would retain more radiation outside and what not to get close to. Beep beep.
I didn’t get myself checked with radiation although local hospitals etc offered it to us. I didn’t want to find out because I knew it’s something I can’t get rid of. Some people evacuated to the western part of the country. We remained and sat with it. I learned the word Geiger counter.
Allow me to talk about all the tsunamis and earthquakes and nuclear plant explosions for now, because while many just remember today to be in the past and history, people including me have lived with it, whether we like it or not
Timely documentary premiere by HBO. Serious trigger warning though. Trailer includes the footage of tsunami and communities being swallowed. Not sure I’m ready to watch but interested in what y’all think.
Stream Fukushima: A Nuclear Nightmare on HBO Max play.hbomax.com/movie/b72675...
15年前を思い出す.
避難所の乱雑な物資とか,カップラーメンだけ食べていたこととか,家がめちゃくちゃになっていたこと,あと放射能
思い出すと,悲しいだけじゃなくて怒りみたいなものが出てくる.うちはそんなに多くを失っていないけれど,もっとひどいのはたくさん聞いた.
福島で作った電気を使ってたのは東京の人たちだろ,戦前戦後と東北をずっとないがしろにしてきたのに,絆だのなんだの言っていい気持ちになって結局自分たちの話かよ,と
この怒りはいつ手放せるのかわからないけど,こういう出来事にはそれなりの重い感情がつきまとうのだなと思う.太平洋の向こう,東北のひとたちがきょう穏やかに過ごせますように
Cover of Domesticating Brown: Movements of Racial Imagination by Christopher B. Patterson. The cover has painted patches of browns and creams. A semi transparent photograph of a family with young children is overlayed. The title is centered in a sans serif font with 'Domesticating' in white and 'Brown' in a dark brown. The subtitle is in the bottom left corner in an italicized serif font. The author's name is in the top left corner in white.
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Aww now I know!! They are all so cute. I love your cat posts!!! (And labor posts too) 🥹
Happy international women’s day to all women out there, meaning every single woman who identifies as such
This is one of those “dumb questions to ask a prof”, like real ones, but how many cats do you have
They never lift a finger. All they’ve got is paws
Wait I thought it was dst already. I genuinely felt the difference when I woke up today. Well guess who’s not smart enough to think today’s Saturday
Their little red boots!!!
I try to challenge the narrative that the chance of unionization depends on which state/area the workplace is located. It’s possible anywhere, just different strategies and steps. It may take more time, but it’s possible.
Good things are happening!!
cc: @evanblott.bsky.social
I love older labor history books but they are dusty as heck and I’m wearing a mask because else I’d cough non stop
I felt really peaceful as I took a break while hiking and filling up my water bottle with this ice cold spring water that almost tasted somehow sweet and gentle. This was during summer when the snow up there melts and water gets filtered naturally, and brings abundant water supply for us
Tokyo or Japan isn’t of course perfect, but the stress level was definitely lower for me (again as a JP person born in Japan, which is a privilege). Not sure if I’m missing home or just the feeling of peace
Didn’t some people say Iranian girls are oppressed and can’t get education then they literally ended up bombing girls school? (I know the quality / segregation problem, but?????)
I genuinely didn’t understand… at a train station cops came in and forced him to exit the train asking if he had a pipe. They could’ve asked anyone in the same wagon, like me, but went straight to this black guy who was doing nothing. I had never seen that before… is this normal?
Yesterday I witnessed an arrest of a person right in front of me for the first time and that reaffirmed my opinion… as far as I observed the whole time while riding train in the same wagon as him, there was nothing to give reasonable doubt. Shocked to witness that
Why is the 20th c. US history trying so hard to do a rerun I have read some books and I didn’t like the ending
It’s like you tried to put all kinds of goodies into your burrito then realized the tortilla you have is not big enough. You forced it anyway and now it’s a mess