Here is the truth... a few months after I got here, I was on the Chiyoda line, going home from work...I noticed a lady who looked like she was sick... pale face, vacant eyes... head hanging low... When the train stopped, she got up, walked towards the door, and, as bad luck would have it, she collapsed in the middle of the doorway. As my Japanese is not good, I initially thought it would be better to let the other people help, but to my surprise, unlike in America, nobody helped, and I gave them about 10 seconds. I could see that if I did nothing, then the door was going to smash her and maybe drag her along and kill her. At least 20 of the robot nihonjin did nothing. I rushed over, pulled her off the train to safety. Just about that time, the train platform staff came over. They saw me standing over this Japanese woman and took the time to give me an accusing look which said, "What did you do to her, gaijin?" I started to feel her head to see if she was feverish or cold, and the guy slapped my hand away as if to say, "Get your hands off of her, you dirty gaijin". But I was only trying to help. He then demanded that I get back on the train, even though I was still concerned about the lady and wanted to go with her to the hospital out of compassion for my fellow man, but I think that the Japanese do not understand human compassion, but are instead often hollow people who have no inner sense of decency.
Another time on the Chuo/Sobu line near Yoyogi, I got on the train with my ex-girlfriend. It was crowded, but I noticed a big opening in the middle. I looked further and saw that a woman was lying on the floor in what appeared to be a seizure. It was a shocking sight because this lady's foot was turned up behind her, near her ear. Again, these savage robots were doing nothing but looking. I pushed the robotic shells aside, and since I'm not a doctor, I thought the least I could do was straighten her leg. Lo and behold, something about moving her leg seemed to pull her out of the seizure, and she sprang ot life. She thanked me and got off the train at Yoyogi. The Japanese on the train just hung their heads in shame. And I said to my girlfriend, as loud as I could, "Yeah, well if she were going to have to wait for a Japanese to help her, then she would be waiting a loooooooong time"
She, of course, secretly but obviously got pissed off at me because admitting the truth is harder than pretending it isn't. She was so bigoted and brainwashed into believing that the Japanese are superior and wonderful that she would prefer never to have to look at me than to ignore it and go on living in her little Japanese fantasy world. We didn't break up right away, but a few months later, it was the beginning of the end. "How dare you show up the Japanese youuuuuuuuuuuuuu gaijin!!!!" was the impression I got.
Another time i was coming home on the train from Ueno and I had just purchased some candy to give away to my students. On the train, I happened to be standing in front of a little girl who seemed to be an upper-elementary-school student. She was wearing glasses, but behind them, I could see she was thinking hard about something. Then, slowly, tears started to well up in her eyes, even though she was trying to push them back. Maybe somebody had said something mean to her or something, I have no idea what she was thinking about. But I wanted to take her mind off it, so I said, "What time is it?" She tried to answer in English, and I praised her and said, "Wow, you speak English, good job" "How old are you?"
She said, "11" I said I thought she looked 12. She smiled really big and said, "Really?"
I asked her where she lived, and she said "Moto-yawata" or something like that. I can't remember exactly where she said. I then said, " Hey, I have a present for you and I opened the big bag of candy. and gave her some. She refused politely, but I said, "No, no, you take it" She said in lovely English, " Thank you, and smiled. She was happy. I got off at my stop and said goodbye, but before that, I couldn't help noticing the glares of suspicion and men pointing and saying something about me. I could see that the jealousy that they were feeling (because they would have never.
had the decency to do such a thing) manifests itself in many ways. But I'll never forget the one piece of ** Japanese mumbled to the other piece of ** Japanese something about "nanpa"
Can you believe that? Here I was only trying ot do something good, and they projected their own perverse ideas onto me. When in reality it is the Japanese men who are paedophiles. The proof is all of the porn you see in the convenience store depicting underage girls in schoolgirl uniforms. These Japanese guys are sick, and I really wish most Americans knew it, then they would stop buying Japanese cars and propping up this economy by coddling the Japanese with an unfair trade relationship.
But I want to thank Japan for providing me with plenty of material for my book. I don't even have to do too much research. Just living my life here is giving me tons of material, which would shock most Americans into changing their buying patterns.
Another time on the Chuo/Sobu line near Yoyogi, I got on the train with my ex-girlfriend. It was crowded, but I noticed a big opening in the middle. I looked further and saw that a woman was lying on the floor in what appeared to be a seizure. It was a shocking sight because this lady's foot was turned up behind her, near her ear. Again, these savage robots were doing nothing but looking. I pushed the robotic shells aside, and since I'm not a doctor, I thought the least I could do was straighten her leg. Lo and behold, something about moving her leg seemed to pull her out of the seizure, and she sprang ot life. She thanked me and got off the train at Yoyogi. The Japanese on the train just hung their heads in shame. And I said to my girlfriend, as loud as I could, "Yeah, well if she were going to have to wait for a Japanese to help her, then she would be waiting a loooooooong time"
She, of course, secretly but obviously got pissed off at me because admitting the truth is harder than pretending it isn't. She was so bigoted and brainwashed into believing that the Japanese are superior and wonderful that she would prefer never to have to look at me than to ignore it and go on living in her little Japanese fantasy world. We didn't break up right away, but a few months later, it was the beginning of the end. "How dare you show up the Japanese youuuuuuuuuuuuuu gaijin!!!!" was the impression I got.
Another time i was coming home on the train from Ueno and I had just purchased some candy to give away to my students. On the train, I happened to be standing in front of a little girl who seemed to be an upper-elementary-school student. She was wearing glasses, but behind them, I could see she was thinking hard about something. Then, slowly, tears started to well up in her eyes, even though she was trying to push them back. Maybe somebody had said something mean to her or something, I have no idea what she was thinking about. But I wanted to take her mind off it, so I said, "What time is it?" She tried to answer in English, and I praised her and said, "Wow, you speak English, good job" "How old are you?"
She said, "11" I said I thought she looked 12. She smiled really big and said, "Really?"
I asked her where she lived, and she said "Moto-yawata" or something like that. I can't remember exactly where she said. I then said, " Hey, I have a present for you and I opened the big bag of candy. and gave her some. She refused politely, but I said, "No, no, you take it" She said in lovely English, " Thank you, and smiled. She was happy. I got off at my stop and said goodbye, but before that, I couldn't help noticing the glares of suspicion and men pointing and saying something about me. I could see that the jealousy that they were feeling (because they would have never.
had the decency to do such a thing) manifests itself in many ways. But I'll never forget the one piece of ** Japanese mumbled to the other piece of ** Japanese something about "nanpa"
Can you believe that? Here I was only trying ot do something good, and they projected their own perverse ideas onto me. When in reality it is the Japanese men who are paedophiles. The proof is all of the porn you see in the convenience store depicting underage girls in schoolgirl uniforms. These Japanese guys are sick, and I really wish most Americans knew it, then they would stop buying Japanese cars and propping up this economy by coddling the Japanese with an unfair trade relationship.
But I want to thank Japan for providing me with plenty of material for my book. I don't even have to do too much research. Just living my life here is giving me tons of material, which would shock most Americans into changing their buying patterns.
