(by Teresa Frausin)
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”All my life I just wanted to be a beatnik. Meet all the heavies, get stoned, get laid, have a good time. That’s all I ever wanted. Except I knew I had a good voice and I could always get a couple of beers off of it. All of a sudden someone threw me in this rock ‘n’ roll band. They threw these musicians at me, man, and the sound was coming from behind. The bass was charging me. And I decided then and there that that was it. I never wanted to do anything else. It was better than it had been with any man, you know. Maybe that’s the trouble.”
—Janis Joplin
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Florence and the Machine - Postcards From Italy (Beirut cover)
The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go
The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
at those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times
And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine
“Stolen Chastity”, by a comfort woman (halmoni) at the House of Sharing, a refuge for the sexually trafficked women. Over 200,000 Korean (and some ethnically Japanese) women were conscripted by the Japanese military into sexual slavery between 1930-1945.
As part of their healing process, some of the halmoni (literally meaning grandmother - it’s a euphemism) were encouraged by the House to paint art depicting what happened to them, to let out their anger and very complex feelings about their life history.
To this day, Japan has never formally apologized for their role in systematic sex trafficking of these women. 70% of the 200,000 were killed immediately following WW2, and only a few surviving “comfort women” ever came out as survivors of the harrowing experience.
Katrina (hurricane-k) and I visited some of the halmoni today at the House of Sharing. What a fascinating experience that was. Unfortunately, there were so many people there we did not really get to interact with the women one-on-one. However, the museum on the grounds, and simply being in the presence of these survivors, was amazing.
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