September 2nd will be the seventieth anniversary
of the Japanese surrender at Tsingtao, China.
This event loomed large in my life when I was a tot. My father, who had fought in the miserable
island battles of WWII in the Pacific, was among a contingent of Americans from
the 1st and 6th Marines, sent to the surrender ceremony
and kept on to guard the Japanese soldiers while they waited for
repatriation. Those Americans then spent
months guarding Chiang Kai-shek’s supply lines in his war against Mao
Zedong. My intention was, and is to
write, next week, about my dad’s experiences in China. Then, by chance, a few of days ago, I watched
a film that had been in my Netflix queue for a long time. I had no idea what it was about or why I put
it there. The film is called John Rabe, and before I saw more than a
few seconds of it, the words “the rape of Nanking” fell into my head. You will learn next week why I took an
interest in that part of history. The
film knocked me out.
Fair warning #1, for today:
the facts of this tale are horrifying.
During the Second Sino-Japanese War, in August of 1937, the
Japanese, despite their far-superior military might, had a hard time capturing
Shanghai. The Chinese, though doomed to
lose, fought hard, and the Japanese, though ultimately victorious, sustained
many casualties. When they went on, in
December, to capture Nanking—then the capital of China—they were determined to
make an easy job of it, by beginning with a killing attack, using all their
might. Hopeless of any defense, Chiang
Kai-shek abandoned the capital and withdrew to the interior of the
country. General Tang Shengzhi, put in
charge of defending Nanking, decided that the troops and the people there would
never surrender, but fight to the death.
What ensued was a bloodbath of more than biblical proportions, which
still has political repercussions all over Asia and pollutes Sino-Japanese
relations to this day.
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| The memorial in China |
I cannot bring myself to describe the incidents in
detail. Cold statistics are as close as
I can get because it is just too painful to allow this story sink too deeply
into my imagination. Somewhere between
40,000 and 300,000 civilians and disarmed soldiers were massacred. This wide numerical range is the result of an
international scholarly consensus.
Chinese scholars put it at the higher number. From everything I have read this week,
200,000 dead seems like a realistic figure.
Rapes, of varieties it turns my stomach to read about that I cannot
bring myself to describe, were committed in their thousands every day.
In charge of the Japanese troops at the time was Prince
Asaka, a member of the Japanese Imperial family. Asaka was sent on this assignment as a form a
censure for having a “not good” attitude.
Hirohito hoped his service in Nanking would give him a chance to make
amends for whatever his wrongdoing had been in Tokyo. Asaka proceeded to egg his troops on to
secure a brutal victory and did nothing to rein them in when their attack
turned into an orgy of bloodshed. But,
when it was all over, the Prince was not among the perpetrators found guilt at
the International Military Tribunal for the Far East and the Nanjing War Crimes
Tribunal in 1947. Those tried were
executed. Asaka went free thanks to a
deal that General MacArthur made with Hirohito to grant him immunity.
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| The Imperial Prince Asaka |
There is now a small but highly vocal group of Japanese
nationalists who deny that the atrocities ever took place. Based on reports from its own soldiers at
the time, the Japanese government, however, has admitted to the killing of
civilians and to other violence.
The most notorious of the Japanese crimes was a contest
between two Second Lieutenants, which was reported in the newspapers on the
Japanese home front. They had a bet to
see who would be the first to behead one hundred Chinese using nothing but a
sword. 2nd Lt. Mukai killed
106 and his opponent in the race, 2nd Lt. Noda killed 105, but since
in the heat of battle, they could not tell who got to 100 first, the Tokyo
Nichi Nichi Shimbun newspaper declared that the contest would go into “extra
innings” until one of them reached 150. Fun and games.
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| Newspaper clipping of the beheading contest with the score |
With the approach of the Japanese, most Westerners fled the
city. Twenty-seven foreigners stayed,
with the express purpose of establishing a safe zone where they could save the
lives of Chinese civilians. Among them
were five journalists. Fifteen of the
group formed a committee to run the safety zone, which included the foreign
embassies and the major installations of the Western companies, missionary
enclaves, a women’s college, a hospital, and an electrical generating
plant. The Nanking Safety Zone
sheltered 200,000 people and was responsible for saving most of their lives.
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| John Rabe |
A German business man, John Rabe, was elected as its
leader. He had worked in Nanking for 27
years and was, at the time, the General Manager of the Siemens AG plant. Because he was German and a member of the
Nazi Party, it was thought that he would have greater influence with the
Japanese leadership in China. The movie
that inspired this post is largely based on his experiences during the siege
and carnage. He kept a diary that has
been published in English as The Good
German of Nanking.
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| Dr. Robert O. Wilson |
Also notable among the westerners who stayed was Robert O.
Wilson, MD. He was born in Nanking of
American missionaries. He came back to
the States in the 20’s, went to Princeton and Harvard Medical School. He was
the only surgeon in Nanking during those brutal times. He also kept a diary.
If you have not seen it, I urge you to watch the film John Rabe. The script, the photography, the art
direction are all wonderful. The acting
is superb. Wait till you see Steve
Buscemi as Robert Wilson.
Fair warning #2: When you watch the film, you will fall in
love with a member of the Nazi Party. .Here is the trailer.
Next week, a couple of days before the anniversary of the
Japanese surrender, I will tell you my father’s war stories.
Annamaria - Monday











