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Newsletter 2012 - Francis Holland School

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welcome here for newcomers, especially young ones. For those who come, it is a<br />

huge leap. Those with money and connections who had the will to leave did so by<br />

themselves a long time ago. The people we are helping mostly have neither, and<br />

it’s almost unthinkable for them, in the normal course of things, to abandon their<br />

familiar support networks and their families, the surroundings they have known<br />

since birth: Nagano and Fukushima prefectures are mutually strange countries.<br />

In some cases this tears up families. Amongst others there is a single mother, Kimiko,<br />

with her five year old daughter, Yumi. She had to pretend to her own mother that she will<br />

go back to Fukushima in December, because her mother could not bear the idea that<br />

Kimiko might really leave, which she has indeed decide to do, for Yumi’s sake. Yumi’s<br />

grandmother asked the five year old, on the telephone, whether she preferred Granny or<br />

“those Nagano people” The only thing I could think of doing to help, as she returned to<br />

Fukushima for a short visit and an emotional tug of war she dreads, is to give her a hug.<br />

That was in September. Later Kimiko’s parents came to inspect us for themselves; we all<br />

had a party and they finally seem resigned to the fact that their daughter is independent<br />

– but it has been an exhausting struggle. And there was a pinched and nervous mother<br />

with two little boys who came during the summer holidays, Sachiko. She seemed to<br />

look me through with gimlet eyes – I found her very uncomfortable to be with. Many<br />

months later we heard that her husband had threatened her with divorce if she took the<br />

children away, and removed all her financial support. He has demanded “proof” that<br />

the radiation is dangerous. How many sick and dead children constitute proof? There<br />

is no proof, there is just a invisible risk of deadly disease in the future. All is understood<br />

– no wonder Sachiko was a bundle of nerves. There are probably many more like her.<br />

In trying to minimise this risk, it’s as though we are helping to create a new<br />

world, much more than just dealing with the aftermath of a disaster. It’s very<br />

hard work. We estimate that we will have to continue for at least ten years. The<br />

authorities are lifting some of the restrictions on those they have evacuated, and<br />

allowing them to go home, although they probably shouldn’t be. They want to draw<br />

a line under the whole thing. The radiation in the outside air is gradually going<br />

down now, but it is still very dangerous for children who already have received so<br />

much: radiation is cumulative. Everything that spewed out of the plant since the<br />

accident happened in March has started to work its way through the ecocycle: soil,<br />

plants and the animals that eat them. For a long time we must be wary of internal<br />

radiation damage, and research carefully what we eat.<br />

“Why are we like sheep, unprotestingly doing what we are told?” The K family<br />

came to stay with us over the New Year holiday. As we sat around the fire, drinking<br />

and chatting, Mrs K remembered the immediate aftermath of the accident<br />

and explosion. At first she had not known what had happened; by the time she<br />

understood, they had all been subjected to huge doses of radiation. The first couple<br />

of weeks were much the most dangerous. However, it was hard for ordinary citizens<br />

to get the appropriate information. She wept tears of bitterness as we sat: “Please<br />

write about this for the foreign press, tell everyone about us” Mrs K asked me. We<br />

were watching the flames in the wood burning stove. I could not see her face, but<br />

this was a request I could not ignore. And so I have written this article.

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