February 25, 2007 --
"Don't cheer, boys. The poor devils are dying." - "Capt. John Philip of the USS Texas, to his crew in 1898, as they watched the Spanish ship Vizcaya burn off Santiago Bay, Cuba
ON March 9, 1945, 346 B-29s left the Marianas, bound for Tokyo, where they dropped 1,858 tons of incendiaries that de stroyed one-sixth of Japan's capital, killing 83,000. Gen. Curtis LeMay, then commander of the air assault on Japan, later wrote, "We scorched and boiled and baked to death more people in Tokyo . . . than went up in vapor at Hiroshima and Nagasaki combined."
That was inaccurate - 80,000 died at Hiroshima alone. And in his new biography of LeMay, Barrett Tillman writes that the general was more empathetic than his rhetoric suggested: "He could envision a 3-year-old girl screaming for her mother in a burning house." But LeMay was a warrior "whose government gave him a task that required killing large numbers of enemy civilians so the war could be won."
It has been hotly debated how much indiscriminate killing of civilians in the Asian and European theaters really was "required" and therefore was morally permissible. Even during the war there was empathy for civilian victims, at least European victims. And less than 15 years after the war, movies (e.g., "The Young Lions," 1958) offered sympathetic portrayals of common German soldiers swept into combat by the cyclone of a war launched by a tyrant.
But attitudes about the Japanese were especially harsh during the war and have been less softened by time. During the war, it was acceptable for a billboard - signed by Adm. William F. "Bull" Halsey - at a U.S. Navy base in the South Pacific to exhort "Kill Japs, Kill Japs, Kill More Japs."
Killing America's enemies was Halsey's trade. His rhetoric, however, was symptomatic of the special ferocity, rooted in race, of the war against Japan: "We are drowning and burning them all over the Pacific, and it is just as much pleasure to burn them as to drown them." Halsey endorsed the Chinese proverb that the "Jap race" was the result of "a mating between female apes and the worst Chinese criminals."
Wartime signs in West Coast restaurants announced: "This Restaurant Poisons Both Rats and Japs." In 1943, the Navy's representative on the committee considering what should be done with a defeated Japan recommended genocide - "the almost total elimination of the Japanese as a race."
Washington Post movie critic Stephen Hunter says that, of the 600-pluss English-language movies made about World War II since 1940, only four - most notably "The Bridge on the River Kwai" (1957) - "have even acknowledged the humanity" of Japanese soldiers.
Perhaps empathy for the plight of the common enemy conscript is a postwar luxury; it certainly is a civilized achievement, an achievement of moral imagination that often needs the assistance of art. That is why it is notable that "Letters From Iwo Jima" was one of five films nominated for Best Picture.
It is stressful viewing. An unsparing attempt to come as close as cinema can to conveying the reality of combat, specifically the fighting that killed 6,821 Americans and all but 1,083 of the 22,000 Japanese soldiers on the small (eight square miles) black lava island. Remember the searing first 15 minutes of "Saving Private Ryan" - the carnage at Omaha Beach? In "Letters From Iwo Jima" it is exceeded, with harrowing permutations.
The Japanese commander on the island, Tadamichi Kuribayashi, was a cosmopolitan warrior who had lived in, and never stopped admiring, America. In 2005, a team of Japanese archaeologists scouring the island's man-made caves found a sack of undelivered mail from Kuribayashi and other officers and soldiers. All the writers knew they faced overwhelming force - Japan had no assistance to send - and were doomed to die in accordance with the Japanese military code that forbade surrender and encouraged suicide.
Japanese forces frequently committed barbarities worse even than those of the German regular army, and it is difficult to gauge the culpability of conscripts commanded by barbarians. Be that as it may, the pathos of the letters humanizes the Japanese soldiers, whose fatalism was a reasonable response to the irrational.
Viewers of this movie, while moved to pride and gratitude by the valor of the U.S. Marines, will not feel inclined to cheer. We are catching up to Capt. Philip's sensibility."
Bullswaddle. The enemy IS inhuman and must be. Sane men are not capable of wholesale slaughter of their fellow man, and since Morog the cave dweller bashed Anook the forest king over the head with whatever was big enough to crush his skull, those who do the killing have learned to view those being killed as inferior. The Japs were looked upon as bloodthirsty savages, snake in the grass backstabbing savages at that, and the truth of the Japanese propensity for atrocity was more pronounced than ANY fiction a screenwriter could dream up on his best day.
We don't go to war with people we admire. And when Clint's paean to the Japanese fighting man comes to video or HBO I'll watch it and cheer for OUR heroes. George, like every other monday morning sage who never experienced war, can whimsically whistle past the graveyard all he wants, but it will always be up to the grave-makers to get so dirty a job done without bleeding from the heart.
