Vignette of 14/08/2016 in CTXT
In August, as every year, the anniversary of the atomic massacre in Hiroshima and Nagasaki is commemorated. This year it was the 71st.
And like every year, the same old bullshit is read again, a legion justifies it, applauds it and presents it as a glorious and necessary act to end the war. Inevitable scabies, it was written in the sky, etc.
And every year a chunk is subtracted from the mass murder and another bit of heroism is added. It is the epic of the poetic discourse of killing.
“Death fell from the sky”, US President Barack Obama said in May to the victims of the Hiroshima nuclear attack by way of tribute. Big bombs fell out of a cloud, it happens.
Every year a piece of the massacre is lost and a new ration of poetic rubbish is added, turning hypocrisy into equidistance and simplism. Very soon, the photos of the ashes will be nothing more than blurred memories of what happened with a butane canister in a Japanese neighbourhood.