as summer ends and autumn begins, the prayer of the Night Mantis soars to heaven that it may be heard even amid the destruction.
I met a gentle man at the U.N. Conference on August 28th who made me cry. This excerpt from his blog and his book confirm that his journey can be no less painful than any others…especially those who sustain all the hate in the world…and efforts of peace as futile..
“At the age of eight, I buried my Father, Mother and four other family members. As a war orphan, I searched garbage cans to survive in Japan’s family-centric society. I was a reminder that Japan lost the War, and I grew up in an atmosphere of contempt, shame and guilt, fighting an icy society that shunned me, a fatherless child. A proud Number One Son of a samurai family, I vowed to avenge the death of my Father and I came to America to fulfill that vow.”
October 19, 2013. (AFP Photo / Jaafar Ashtiyeh)