Repeating Myself

French? Nope, that is not the reason I write so poorly in English.
Although one of my great grandgathers was born in France, I prefer to think of myself as Irish Canadian

Acadian? Nope, not that either, although I have many dear Acadian inlaws, outlaws (well around here that is what we call some of our relatives whose politics we disagree with, don’t you know … Continue reading

Adventures in Israel: My Time on a Kibbutz 1972

I’d like to share this interesting story from a writer-artist.


In 1972 I was still going out with Bill, someone I’d known since my second year at University. We broke up and got back together again on countless occasions, mainly because he was a Gemini. He always thought the grass was greener on the other side, until he got there and decided he actually preferred being with me. I, on the other hand, had little self-esteem or self-confidence, thought I had to have a guy around to show I was part of the in-crowd – because I was terrified of being an outsider – and put up with this bizarre behaviour. El Stupido and mad, quite mad. But I was young.

I’d split up again with Bill (story of our relationship) just before he went to Israel but he phoned me from there to ask me to join him as he was lonely. And I was soppy enough to agree…

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Today is August 6

In 1945, almost 9 months before I was born, a great terror was unleashed upon this earth

Some years later, about fifty years ago, when I was a child attending a school in Ontario, my classmates and I were shown a film of the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I might have been there, so great was the shock of this film to my system and while the memory has become dim and vague, it has never completely left me. My whole life I have had a horror of war and violence and I became especially sensitive to the news stories repeated day after day, year after year, about unfortunate people a world away who were being driven from their homes and land by forces who were wealthy and powerful enough to build bigger and deadlier bombs than their victims.

Following is the story of one survivor of Hiroshima.


Survivor’s Testimony: When Hell Descended on Earth
Setsuko Thurlow survived the US atomic bombing of Hiroshima in
1945. She is now active in global efforts to eliminate nuclear weapons, having addressed the United Nations and visited schools to inspire the
next generation to take action for a nuclear-free future. Here she describes the horror of the nuclear bombing
and urges banks and other financial institutions to divest from companies that produce nuclear weapons.
ICAN: Why do you believe that nuclear divestment is so important?
Setsuko Thurlow (ST): As a survivor of the atomic bombing of Hiroshima, I am outraged that nations continue to modernize their nuclear arsenals
in spite of their leaders’ repeated promises to work for disarmament. Billions of dollars are being wasted on nuclear weapons during a time of global financial restraint, when money should be directed towards meeting human needs.
The survival and wellbeing of humanity are vastly more important than the profits that banks and other financial institutions might make by investing in companies that produce nuclear weapons. In the interests
of peace and security, financial institutions should divest from the makers of these immoral, inhumane and illegal weapons.
Divestment is one of the most effective ways to advance nuclear disarmament. By financing nuclear weapons companies, banks directly facilitate the build-up of nuclear forces globally and impede disarmament.
ICAN: What advice can you offer to fellow disarmament campaigners?
ST: Anyone with a bank account
or pension fund has the power to choose to invest his or her money ethically – in a way that does not contribute to this earth-endangering enterprise. We must each speak
out and take action.If we allow this industry to continue unimpeded, we are in a sense accepting that nuclear weapons will one day be used again. Any such use would have catastrophic consequences. I urge concerned citizens everywhere to do everything in their power to prevent such a disaster. Humanity and nuclear weapons simply cannot coexist.
Setsuko Thurlow addresses the United Nations in 2011.
ICAN: Could you describe what you experienced on 6 August 1945?
ST: I was a 13-year-old grade 8 student at the time. I was with about 30 other girls working at the army headquarters as a decoding assistant. The building was 1.8 kilometres from the hypocentre of the bombing. At 8.15 a.m. I saw a brilliant bluish-
white flash outside the window, and
I remember having the sensation
of floating in the air. As I regained consciousness in the silence and the darkness, I found myself pinned by the ruins of 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’s voice saying, “Don’t give up. Keep moving. I am trying to free you.” As I came out, the ruins were already on fire. Most of my classmates who were with me in the same room were burned alive.
Although it was morning, it was
as dark as twilight, with dust and smoke rising in the air. I saw streams of ghostly figures, slowly shuffling from the centre of the city towards
the nearby hills. They were naked and tattered, bleeding, burned, blackened and swollen. Parts of their bodies were missing. Flesh and skin were hanging from their bones. We girls joined the ghostly procession, carefully stepping over the dead and dying. The silence was broken only by the moans of the injured and their pleas for water. The foul stench of burned skin filled the air.
At the foot of the hill was an army
Photo: Paule Saviano
training ground, about the size of
two football fields. It was covered
with the dead and injured, who were desperately begging, often in faint whispers, “Water, water, please give me water.” But we had no containers to carry any water. We went to a nearby stream to wash off the blood and dirt from our bodies. Then we
tore off our blouses, soaked them
with water, and hurried back to hold them to the mouths of the injured, who desperately sucked in the moisture.
When darkness fell, we sat on the hillside and all night watched the entire city burn, numbed by the massive and grotesque scale of death and suffering we had witnessed. My beloved city had suddenly become desolation,
with heaps of ash and rubble, and blackened corpses. Its population of 360,000 – most of whom were non- combatant women, children and the elderly – had become victims of an indiscriminate massacre.
ICAN: What has been the long‐term toll of the nuclear bombing?
ST: By the end of 1945 approximately 140,000 people had perished. As of the present day, at least 260,000 have perished because of the effects of the blast, heat and radiation.
Radiation – the unique characteristic of the atomic bombing – affected people in mysterious
and random ways, with some dying immediately and others weeks, months or years later. Radiation is still killing survivors today, more than six decades on.


Click to access DivestmentReport.pdf

Published by the International Campaign to Abolish Nuclear Weapons. Financial research by Profundo.
This publication may be reproduced in whole or in part, provided that the International Campaign to Abolish Nuclear Weapons and Profundo are acknowledged as the source.
March 2012
Jan Willem van Gelder Petra Spaargaren
Tim Wright
Setsuko Thurlow, Tilman Ruff, John Burroughs, Ray Acheson, Brendan Thomas-Noone, Kelle Louallier, Simon O’Connor, Alyn Ware, Aaron Tovish, Jonathan Frerichs, Helen Caldicott, Roos Boer, Nicola Boyle, Keerththana Jeyakandan,
Pia A. Gaarder, Magnus Løvold, Lily Gardener, Jennifer Gerrand, Dianne Street, Jianwen Hu


So where is it
The path to peace
Ordinary people want
While silly
Little boys
Rattle their toys
Mythbots promote their just-war stories

Children ask for peace
Our world watches
Carries on as usual

And Elmer Gantry is re-born

And we hear
That they
Deny deny deny
Someone who knows who
Someone bombed
Another power plant

Another school

In America are prayers for peace

You just gotta love Americans …
… well some americans
The questions they ask …
That Canadians might
Get so brave

And in the Holyland there is a meeting of the peoples of the book as The Pope prays for peace.

In America a Rabbi asks for Peace

Somewhere a voice for peace whispers

Where are the lines
Between the dots
What a picture
How hard was it
To draw then
A picture of peace now

As peace might be
In the invisible land

A traveller
Might wonder
Where are the signs

Meanwhile back in Canada

Business goes on

As we … Watch … Do we approve
Do we object
Do we sit silent
Do we speak
What may we say

Besides wasn’t that path always
Just a wee bit
On the crooked?

Once so delicate
Now clearly defined
From walls and tarmac

And on the road
Of good intentions
Who is responsible
For truth
For propaganda
That feeds the fire
Not I said all those
Who danced their way
Through the motions
Of each their own
Through that ultimate
Dance of war

Some once again
Some ask important questions
Tell the odd important story

Some honour the memories
Of their ancesters
It’s a human thing
To remember our past
Revere our homeland.

Some donate to peace they think
But do they really know
Some pray for victory
While they fight
For the right
To bear arms

And make music
But is that so important
Even necessary some say
Maybe even dangerous

As they ban instruments

Surely not still

As foolish as all this sounds
Might we wonder
That children
Turn to rocks and guns

Some would lay blame
Upon their culture
So backwards they say
What they need no doubt
Is democracy
While some claim
It’s time for parents
To speak out
Against violence

For some meanwhile
As the saying goes
Debate continues.

Some try to create
A new path

Operator please