While searching for articles on [US] Gaijin in post-Hiroshima Japan, Gacuette found the following message posted at ACHIKOCHI and Cool Observer
Back from Hiroshima …
Today, nothing is as nauseating in Japan as the postmodern US conquistador, or pomocon, lording it in the main street, especially those who learn Japanese to teach the American “values.”
With equal if not exceeding zeal as the missionaries who exported Christianity, pomocons export American “democracy” completing third conquest of Japan.
Pomocons come in three types:
The “A” group: People from different walks of life who all end up teaching English, despite having no training, or academic background. For every ten carpenters, plumbers, failed DJs… there is probably just one qualified gaijin teaching English.
The “B” group: Mainly the ex-military and high school dropouts, who become English teachers on arrival.
The “C” group: A more “sophisticated” hodgepodge of “professionals” like the Temple University alumni, or anyone with a paper degree.
Stirred on by the starry-eyed high school girls, the pomocon sees himself as savior to the enslaved Japanese women who are crying out for help begging to be rescued.
Japanese women kowtow to HIM because only HE in his “shining armor”—printed T-shirt displaying vulgar sexual innuendos—can liberate them female salves. He sees in himself the exceptional qualities needed for releasing them from their shackles. Historian Howard Zinn calls this attitude “American exceptionalism,” the belief that Americans are superior to everyone else!
On the surface, the pomocon marriage to his Japanese “subject” is comparable with the “nobleman” who breaks off with traditions and over “knocks up” the “serf’s daughter.” The roots of the problem, however, run much deeper. The union carries an undertone of egoistic fulfillment satisfied through symbolic sexual aggression bordering on sadistic violence. It seeks total submission: “We incinerated Japan before punching the last breath out of you with our atom bombs. Then we saved you… Now, I am going to DO you until you’re seriously hurt. Beg me to ease your pains!”
The pomocons try to assert “superiority” at every turn. Just in case anyone is too young to know how Japan capitulated, or dare doubt their superiority in violence, the phantasmagorical episodes of never-ending bloody US “victories” in Korea, Vietnam… and more recently in Afghanistan and Iraq refresh the memory.
I met a pomocon, an extreme “C” type who first struck me as a “freak” because his gender seemed unclear, despite playing “superman” to a “feeble” female. Desperate to spread American values, he made the ultimate “sacrifice” for the Fatherland and became a naturalized Japanese citizen—a process in which the candidate must purge himself of old identity and adopt a Japanese name!
Sinon the perjurer made a similar sacrifice for Greece when he played decoy and deceived the Trojans into taking the infamous wooden horse inside their kingdom…
A “teacher” by default, “R2-D2” [though his effeminate demeanor made him a perfect C-3PO as in Star Wars] assumed a Japanese name to qualify for naturalization.
Imagine the shock when proprietor of a communal bathhouse, or sentō, refused him entry. When he produced his new passport as proof of nationality, he was told in no uncertain terms to tear up the pages and fold them into squares with sharp corners…
Was he barred entry because he looked like the uninvited American soldier with “Born to Kill!” tattooed on his arm, or a male prostitute sampling the countryside?
Could you blame the proprietor? How would you feel sharing your bath making “skinship” with a trained assassin taking a cleansing dip as the blood of Iraqi children drip from his elbows, or an amorous male prostitute?”
As unpleasant an experience as it might be, being barred from a Japnese sentō, especially when you need a good wash, it certainly beats the heck out of being “invited” to the American “foreign relations” center at the Gitmo gulag.
Scorned, R2D2 tried to sue the authorities for the unfavorable decision. Unable to make waves, he contrived an elaborate plot “stalking” them at every turn until he could figure out a way to sue for the breach of human rights or a similar offence and make the government cough up for their sins. To that extent, he now wears his human rights mask mingling among the Amnesty and UN crowds.
As for the pomocons marriage, the B group last the shortest. The “unholy” matrimony usually breaks up in 6-12 months. Divorce ensues after the newlywed arrives in Japan because the pomocon cannot keep his pants up liberating other women.
Unfortunately, the main victim is not the young Japanese “widow” whose American dream is assassinated by “Leonardo DiCaprio,” “Matt Dillon” or “Tom Cruise”; the main victim is the “prisoner,” the Japanese student who is force-fed the American values by the ill-equipped American “prison guard.”
Posted by tm on from 04/07 at 12:00 AM
