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“the jedi and the sith lord” - chapter seven

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Last chapter:

“But what would you call yourself, Miss Lucy?”

Kavashti, thought Lucy, though she’d almost never even heard the word, only the Basic equivalent.

Freeborn.

On Tatooine, or at least the part of Tatooine that she knew, freeborn didn’t mean just anyone free from birth. It referred to the ones who would have been born into slavery, if luck had not intervened—the children of freed slaves and of slave families. Among the people Lucy had known, it was as often an insult as not. But Beru said that kavashti was a term of honour and joy among the Alsarai.

This chapter:

“So Senator Amidala was … some unknown species?”

Tisix turned its head to stare at Tuvié.

“Nobody said I couldn’t tell her,” she said.

“Hmph. Well, all reports list Senator Amidala as fully human. The most likely explanation is that your other genetic contributor is the responsible party.”

chapters: The Adventures of Lucy Skywalker– prologue, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six, chapter seven, chapter eight, chapter nine, chapter ten; The Imperial Menace–chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six, chapter seven; The Jedi and the Sith Lord—chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six

Darth Vader knew the truth, even without the helpful prompting of the Force.

Jerjerrod was plotting against him. Probably Varti, too—they were friends from their Academy days and had always operated in tandem. But Varti could cover up his emotions; Jerjerrod exuded schemes.

The Force did not, however, tell him the form that the schemes would take. Vader could stay on guard, but he always did that. Otherwise, he could see no way to prepare, except preemptive action. And Jerjerrod was a favourite of the Emperor. Vader could hardly just walk in and choke him or slide his head off, despite the temptation.

His jaw, one of the few parts of his body in good condition, tightened.

On top of that, Lucy had proven completely intractable. He had not seen the flaw in his plan to convert her to the Dark Side until too late.

He had no idea what to say to her.

Certainly, he’d tried to explain some part of the necessity to her, but he didn’t sound convincing even to himself. In retrospect, he’d recalled that it had taken Palpatine—sly, smooth-talking Palpatine—ten years to turn him. At her age, he’d have seen no more clearly than Lucy. But he knew perfectly well that, in this respect, he didn’t possess Palpatine’s abilities. And he didn’t have ten years. Palpatine would insist on her death long before then, even if (when) they crushed the Rebellion.

And Vader needed her strength to help defeat him and finally, finally bring true order to the galaxy. Anything else was intolerable. Yet he could see no way forward.

At least her eyesight was returning, however slowly; she didn’t need it, least of all with the Force as her ally, but he doubted she could accept that. And he’d felt her grasp at the Force. Not the Dark Side—she’d blazed like the suns—but at least she’d listened on that occasion. It was a step forward.

It had to be.

Meanwhile, there was the matter of Padmé. He rarely thought of her in his conscious hours; he couldn’t afford to. Even in death, she was his vulnerability. But it was natural that Lucy would think of her.

For a fractional moment, he’d thought of telling her something—nothing that would expose his weakness, but something. The Larses hadn’t known her. Obi-Wan had, apparently, disclosed nothing; Lucy hadn’t even known that Padmé was her mother.

Familiar fury stirred in him. Obi-Wan had filled her head with lies about the Jedi and the frail Light Side, placed Vader’s lightsaber in her hands, but couldn’t spare a word for Padmé?

Vader supposed Obi-Wan couldn’t have known how delighted Padmé had been with the pregnancy, how much she’d looked forward to Lucy, ignorant of the fact that her daughter would never know her. But he had called himself her friend.

Of course, Vader knew how little Obi-Wan’s friendship was worth. Still, he’d been surprised. But perhaps he shouldn’t have been. A daughter should know something of her mother, but no doubt Obi-Wan considered that dangerous attachment, as the Jedi had thought of Shmi. Or maybe Padmé’s memory simply hadn’t suited the end he hoped to use her for.

It hardly suited Vader’s, either; he was honest enough with himself to know that Padmé would have been even more horrified at Lucy turning to the Dark Side than she’d been when Vader did it. But Padmé hadn’t understood. She was too blinded by the Republic and Obi-Wan’s lies—or duplicity, anyway. If she’d lived, she would have come to see the truth. They could have ruled the galaxy as a family.

Well, they would, even if it was only him and Lucy. They would overthrow the Emperor and cleanse his corruption and wasteful displays of power. They would rule as father and daughter.

They would.

Lucy didn’t encounter Vader for three days after she’d asked about her mother. It turned out that he’d left again on some Imperial business. Tuvié thought it had to do with some power struggle he was enmeshed in, but Lucy couldn’t help fearing it spelled some new disaster for the Rebellion. For all the dread and aggravation of his presence, it at least meant he was here and not up to trouble out there.

But she could hardly do anything about when and where he chose to take himself. The understanding should have brought her more acceptance than it did, but she felt more and more restless. She was here on the inside, and seemed relatively secure from harm. She should be doing something. Leia would come up with something. Han would at least get up to trouble instead of playing nice. It felt almost like a betrayal of those who’d died or suffered at the Empire’s hands to trot around without protest, eating fine meals and draped in fine clothes.

Keep your eyes and ears open. Find out everything you can. Be ready.

Lucy calmed a little. All right. All right. She had to think of it as—as an undercover mission, of sorts. She’d never done anything like that; it wasn’t exactly in her skill set. But she had an idea of what they were like. Her job was to maintain her cover. She could do that. Leia would understand.

Force, she missed her. She missed Han, too, and her squadron, and her friends, and in a different way, Yoda. But Leia most of all—Leia’s sharp tongue and stealth gentleness and unflagging strength and decisiveness.

I can be strong, like you, she imagined saying. What would Leia tell her?

You’d better be.

Lucy smiled and opened her eyes to the second day without Vader. She blinked rapidly; the shadows had resolved into colours and shapes, if blurry ones. The walls were a sleek white, and almost everything else bright silver-grey. It looked a bit sterile, but at least not actively menacing; she’d rather expected Imperial colours.

Lucy let her gaze travel across the room. The wardrobe was even bigger than she’d realized—but then, it probably had to be, to contain all of Padmé’s clothes. But actually, everything was bigger than she expected, including the room itself. There was a long table lining the wall by the fresher, a round one on the opposite side of the room, and both left large amounts of space around them. Lucy stared up at the arching ceiling. What was the point of all this? Was it really just some hamfisted attempt of Vader’s to lure her over?

“Good morning!”

Lucy looked over at Tuvié, curious to actually see her, even with fuzzy edges. She almost matched the room—Lucy could make out a steely grey frame, deep blue plating, and where visible, pale prosthetics. She looked rather like a protocol droid, a replica droid, and a medical unit fused into one.

Lucy squinted. Tuvié had something odd about her waist. A belt? And two longish, narrow objects hung from it on either side. They seemed to have handles. Were those knives?

“Uh,” said Lucy. “Good morning. How are you?”

She winced as soon as she’d said it.

“How nice of you to ask! All my processes are operating at optimum capacity, Miss Lucy. You needn’t concern yourself with any dangers, if there were any here! Which there are not!”

“Right. Thanks,” said Lucy. More brightly than she felt, she said, “I can see! Not perfectly, but things are just a bit blurry.”

“Your processes are almost optimal as well? Wonderful!” Tuvié said promptly, with no sign of the dismay that had touched her earlier. “You must be very happy.”

“Well, um.” Lucy didn’t like lying, even to Vader’s droid. “It’s a big relief.”

She prowled about the castle that day, calculating distances between halls and rooms, taking in the mingled stone and metal grey of the walls and floors and high ceilings. It looked like … well, a fortress, much more than her bedroom or the blandly decorated dining hall. The practice room she’d visited was, she now realized, further away than she’d guessed, and very much bigger, with even higher ceilings than her bedroom and a long stretch of empty space. At the back, however, platforms hung at varying heights in the air, presumably suspended by something. Maybe for some kind of climbing exercise, though she could also make out something that looked like rungs along the walls.

Lucy strode over to peer at the equipment case, her nose almost touching the glass—if it was glass. Padded armour and various mechanical devices, but nothing more helpful than that. They seemed even blurrier than everything else, though. Cautiously, she ran a finger along the edge of the case; the finger came away dirty. The floor felt dusty, too. Whatever its purpose had once been, it appeared that nobody had used this place in a long time.

The next day, her vision had completely sharpened. Tuvié definitely carried knives, and a blaster, and Lucy suspected she knew very well how to use them. Did she do double time as an assassin, or simply a guard? The former was very difficult to envision, of course, but—well, either way, Lucy suspected Threepio would be horrified at this sort of stepsister droid. Lucy herself couldn’t help feeling a little impressed.

As soon as she told Tuvié that she was fully recovered, the droid in question all but dragged her off to see Tisix—a standard medical droid—who poked and prodded at Lucy’s face and even took a blood sample. Lucy didn’t like the idea of the last, but couldn’t see any way to refuse, and from their comments when she’d first woken, suspected they already had a sample anyway.

“You seem to have fully recovered your sensory capacities,” Tisix reported. “Your test results are within normal ranges for a female humanoid adult.”

Lucy hesitated, remembering Tuvié’s strange insistence.

“What do you mean by humanoid?” she asked. “I mean, what species does the bloodwork turn up, if I’m not fully human?”

Tisix gave a thoughtful clack. “None on my records. But the divergence is quite slight—”

“Right, right.” Lucy paused. “So Senator Amidala was … some unknown species?”

Tisix turned its head to stare at Tuvié.

“Nobody said I couldn’t tell her,” she said.

“Hmph. Well, all reports list Senator Amidala as fully human. The most likely explanation is that your other genetic contributor is the responsible party.”

Anakin? But he was Alsarai. Wouldn’t Beru have said something, if they weren’t human? In fact, Lucy was pretty sure Beru had described them as human. Had she just not known? But maybe Anakin’s father, or what went for a father in his situation, had been some near-human. Lucy didn’t know anything about her grandfather, though she didn’t have the impressed that he’d been Alsarai.

She supposed it didn’t really matter. At least, it didn’t change anything about her situation here or in the Rebellion. Lucy nodded at Tisix, and after a few more questions about her tests (she still didn’t know what the hell midichlorians were, except that she had a lot of them), let Tuvié lead her away.

There was still plenty more of the fortress to explore, but Lucy thought she’d seen the most relevant locations. She frowned to herself as they walked; she couldn’t just wander aimlessly around forever.

“Did my mother leave anything, um, maneuverable?” she asked. “Clothes-wise?”

Tuvié looked at her. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“It’s hard to move around quickly in these,” Lucy said, gesturing at the stiff blue skirts of the current work of art she wore. “Or to do much of anything other than walk. Did she ever wear anything ordinary?”

“Hm,” said Tuvié. “I don’t know about ordinary, but we’ll see what I can find.”

There wasn’t much, but in the back of the wardrobe, Tuvié dredged up a high-collared tunic and soft pants. Both were very pretty and the material still seemed alarmingly fine, but Lucy suspected it was the best she was going to get. She changed her clothes, aided by a muttering Tuvié, and headed out to the practice room.

Now she could see that the place was, indeed, all but abandoned, with a thick layer of dust over virtually everything. Dirt and indistinct clutter had formed into small piles throughout. But the place would at least give her the chance for some exercise. Especially those platforms, if they didn’t collapse right under her. Lucy ran the length of the room and clambered up the rungs along the side of the wall, then leapt from the wall to the nearest platform. It wasn’t that far, but she almost missed the jump. She’d definitely gotten out of shape.

“Oh, Miss Lucy, be careful!” called Tuvié. “I don’t know what Lord Vader would say if you fell!”

Good riddance, probably. But Lucy suspected Tuvié was quite capable of following her anywhere she chose to go. She reached for the filaments of the Force she could manage and took a running leap back towards the wall, climbing down.

“I think I need to spend more time here,” she said, a little breathless.

“Well, all right, but—”

Lucy tripped. Looking down, she saw that she’d walked right into one of the piles. She shook her feet out of the dirt, a long, narrow stick flying a short distance away.

Tilting her head, she examined the stick. Maybe—

She walked over and picked it up. It was about the weight of her lightsaber, if distributed a little differently. Swishing the stick in the air, she smiled, then stabbed it forwards. This should work just fine.

“Miss Lucy?” said Tuvié, hurrying over. “What are you doing? Someone really should clean up this place, but it’s been so long—you shouldn’t do it, anyway—”

“I’m not,” Lucy said. “I just need to practice.”

Tuvié’s optics flickered as she contemplated the stick. “I do not see how this item enables you to practice anything.”

“It’s a bit like my lightsaber,” said Lucy.

She settled into the first stance Obi-Wan had taught her and moved forwards into the next, swinging the stick up as if she could parry an attack without it. Nearly tripping again, this time over her feet, she frowned. She still wasn’t doing it right.

“Your … lightsaber,” Tuvié said blankly.

It occurred to Lucy that she probably shouldn’t have mentioned that to Vader’s droid. She had no idea how much information he chose to share with Tuvié, but it certainly didn’t seem too extensive. Apparently, she hadn’t known this much.

Well, there was nothing to be done about it now.

“I used to have one,” Lucy replied, and tried to shift stances again. That time, at least, she avoided fumbling, even if it wasn’t perfectly seamless.

“I don’t understand,” said Tuvié. “Aren’t those the weapons of Jedi traitors?”

Lucy’s grip on the stick tightened.

“Vader has one,” she said. “He’s a Jedi.”

“Well, yes, but … that’s different.”

“How?” said Lucy, trying to dart forwards with a wide sweep. Her feet fell into place, but she nearly dropped the stick.

“He’s not like the others,” Tuvié said, sounding genuinely troubled. “The Jedi were corrupt and faithless. He had to help root them out to keep them from sabotaging the security of the Empire. He believes in their—oh, I forget the word. All this Force business. But he would never betray the Empire!”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t,” said Lucy. “It’s just—”

She didn’t know where to begin. Especially considering Tuvié’s knives.

“My lightsaber was my father’s,” she said at last. “It was—it was all I had of him. He died when I was a baby, like my mother.”

Tuvié gave a soft whirr. “Oh. I see. It was a … oh, I’m wretched with word retrieval today. A sentimental object you inherited?”

“Yes,” said Lucy, not feeling the need to tell her that she’d gladly used it on any number of occasions in the fight against the Empire. “ It was painful to lose it, so I’d rather not talk about it any more. I’m going to run some more. That all right with you?”

“Of course, if it makes you happy!” said Tuvié, thankfully restored to her usual tones. “I shall observe! And make sure there are no unauthorized observers!”

Lucy exhaled, forcing herself back into something dimly like Jedi calm. “Thanks, Tuvié.”

She kept practicing, feeling more human—ha!—than she had since her arrival. Maybe even before. Dagobah had been wild; this room was carefully designed for its purpose, if faded and grimy by neglect. Still, she replicated her exercises as well as she could under Tuvié’s fretful eye, stretching, exercising, taking off her boots to run over decaying mats and somersault into the air, and clambering up any surface that allowed it. She thought she was getting a little better at the lightsaber exercises, too, though of course it was hard to tell with just a stick. Tuvié found those ones particularly baffling, though Lucy managed to avoid explaining herself.

When she felt particularly strong-willed, she settled down and tried to commune with the Force, ignoring Tuvié as well as she could. Sometimes it slipped away from her all over again, but now and then it came readily to her grasp, feeling almost comfortable, like sitting with a good friend. Lucy even laid down on the dirty floor sometimes, sending a quiet apology to her mother’s undoubtedly well-dressed spirit as she let the Force flow quietly through her, her eyes fixed on the ceiling or the windowed platform near the top of the room.

You are never alone in the Force.

It always came as a relief and something of a comfort, though it wasn’t the same as someone she could talk to. There was Tuvié, but she always had to be so careful of what she said, and—she wished Obi-Wan would appear, or the monk, or someone who could guide her. Sure, she was old enough to stand on her own feet, but she was also a prisoner of Darth Vader. She wished she could trust someone, anyone.

But at least she had the Force with her now to strengthen her reflexes and her resolve.

Sometimes.

On the fourth day from Vader’s latest departure, Lucy was standing on her hands, eyes closed as she strained to see anything through the Force, when she felt a familiar sharpness in the Dark Side. Well, she wasn’t going to interrupt herself just because he’d shown up somewhere in the castle. It was his castle; he might be anywhere in it at any time, and with or without him, she had to keep practicing in any way she could.

She was proud that she managed to maintain her position when the door slid open, even with the sudden menace of his breathing. Yoda would be proud. Maybe.

“There you are,” Vader said.

Lucy opened her eyes. He didn’t look nearly so intimidating upside-down.

“Here I am,” she replied, and launched herself to her feet, flipping her braid back. “Is it Dark Side o’clock?”

She suspected his next breath might have been a sigh.

“What are you doing here?”

“You’re going to have to answer that one,” Lucy said, bending down to pull her boots on.

“In this room,” he clarified.

She shrugged. “Exercising. It’s pretty good for that.”

In her ears, her voice sounded almost conciliatory. Ugh.

“I have not used it in many years,” Vader told her.

“I noticed,” said Lucy.

Before he could reply, if he meant to, Tuvié clattered over. “My lord! Excellent news!”

Vader’s mask turned towards the droid. “Yes?”

“Miss Lucy’s optical abilities have entirely returned! I took her to Tisix and Tisix’s tests all came back positive!”

“Excellent,” Vader said.

Lucy nearly shivered.

“Also—if I may—I have a request, sir,” said Tuvié, sounding deferential but not really intimidated. “May I have the use of a contingent of cleaning droids? I am not at all suited to the task.”

“What task?” Lucy and Vader both said.

Lucy scowled.

“Why, this room!” Tuvié said, looking from one to the other. “If Miss Lucy means to keep using it, and all information suggests that she does, I do think it should be hygienic. It wouldn’t do for her to damage herself in some way!”

Lucy glanced at a nearby pile of debris.

“I don’t think dirt is a major risk to my life,” she said.

“Do as you wish, F-2VA,” said Vader indifferently. “And stay here. Lucy, you will come with me.”

She really didn’t like following orders from Vader, and certainly without protest. But she also didn’t want to risk herself over something stupid, either. Her scowl deepening, she followed Vader out of the room.

“Your connection to the Force is stronger,” he said, slowing his stride. “Good.”

No thanks to you, she thought.

“To the Light Side,” she told him.

“Yes,” said Vader. “That would be difficult here. It is a credit to your strength, if not to your sense.”

Lucy’s jaw clenched.

“Once you see the necessity of turning to the Dark Side, you will make an impressive Jedi,” he went on.

She tilted her head back to stare up at him.

“Are you trying to flatter me into turning?” she said. “It won’t work.”

“I am explaining the situation,” said Vader shortly. “If you were not so blinded by Obi-Wan’s false teachings, you would see the truth—and your value—more clearly.”

Lucy wasn’t about to tell him about Yoda. Instead, she replied,

“I know my value.”

Vader turned down a familiar hall—the one that led into the room where he customarily received her. Now, his steps quickened, and she had to nearly run to keep up.

“I think not,” he said. “Not to its full extent.”

She decided there wasn’t any point in arguing with him. It wasn’t like she’d ever get through to him, anyway. Or like there was anything to get to, at this point. She withdrew into sullen silence until he turned into the main room, and the door shut behind her.

Lucy glanced around the room, now that she could see it. It was large and extremely stark, with metallic grey walls, a handful of metal chairs, and a small metal table dwarfed by the rest of the room. It also had a barred window that let in a shaft of faintly greenish sunlight. If anything looked unhygienic, that was it.

Vader gestured vaguely at one of the chairs as he strode over to the window, his armour gleaming and his gloved hands locked behind his back. Lucy, determined to avoid obeying every command, folded her arms and remained standing.

“Let me be clear with you,” he said. “I told you when you first woke up—”

“—first got captured—”

“—that we have a common enemy,” said Vader tightly. “This remains true. Surely you, of all people, understand that the Emperor must be overthrown.”

Lucy’s eyes widened. She’d wondered if he meant that, but—

He would never betray the Empire.

“Somehow I think I understand it a little differently than you,” she said. “You were on the Death Star!”

“I was commanded to be,” said Vader. “It was Krennic’s and Tarkin’s project—a waste of resources that pretended to power that only the Force possesses. This is why the Force guided your destruction of it.”

Her jaw nearly dropped. What?

She wiped her bewilderment off her face just in time. Vader turned around, the mask directly facing her.

“They, however, were only tools of the Emperor’s vision,” he said. “That is the kind of waste, of useless and destructive displays of power, that he indulges himself in. The galaxy needs real leaders to take command. To resolve this conflict and bring peace and order.”

Lucy felt like she’d just entered some alternate reality, everything twisted just that bit from what she thought she knew. This must be a trick, though she felt no deception in the Force. Maybe it was what he told himself. Or … it wasn’t wrong, exactly, but not … he couldn’t understand, not really.

“And you think that leader should be you?” she asked skeptically.

“I said leaders,” said Vader. “Regardless, the Emperor’s strength in the Force is such that I cannot defeat him alone, and neither can you. Even together, we will never be strong enough unless you turn to the Dark Side. It is stronger—”

“No, it’s not!” she protested. “It’s just easier—”

“Have you touched it?” said Vader. “No. You only know the Light Side. Palpatine only knows the Dark. I, alone, know both, and I know the Dark is stronger. You will never defeat the Emperor without it. The good of the galaxy rests on your choice.”

Lucy swallowed.

“The longer you cling to this foolishness, the more the galaxy suffers,” he added.

Her heart ticked in her ears. He’s wrong, she told herself. Yoda had explained it. He had to be right. Vader didn’t understand.

At least, she hoped he didn’t.

“Maybe some of all that is right,” she told him. “Some. The Emperor has to be brought down, sure. But the Dark Side is evil. You can say what you want about the good of the galaxy and all that. Good can’t come from evil.”

He said, “You yourself are proof of the contrary.”

More troubled than she’d admit, Lucy shook her head wildly.

“Me? No, I’m—I don’t care what you think you know about me. You don’t know anything!”

For a long moment, he just stood there, the mask appearing to consider her. Then he moved forward.

Her skin prickled; she had nothing and no one to protect her, no weapon, no anything. Lucy rocked back on her heels, every instinct telling her to run, or at least to back away. It took all her self-command to root herself where she was, as a Jedi should.

“I think,” said Vader, “that you have forgotten what you come from, kavashti.”

Lucy had been startled and overjoyed to hear Alsaraic from Threepio. Now, she could feel only horror. Had Tuvié—but she hadn’t told her that word, she—how—had he known an Alsara, like Threepio must have? But he wouldn’t be old enough—and why would they—unless—unless he was Alsarai himself. But that wasn’t possible, surely. They were gone, she’d always been told that, they—

In the turmoil of her feelings, a familiar sense of quiet affirmation grew. She wasn’t the last of her people. There was another, living still.

Darth Vader.

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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 7 years

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Japanese 20-year-old woman recruited by the UC, and then sold to an older Korean farmer in an “apology marriage”.

PLEASE RETURN MY SISTER WHO IS IN SOUTH KOREA

1. Ms. Nameless Posted: 01/10/25 ID:FFmOrZXZ

I want to write about my experience here as my serious warning to all Japanese women. Please note, everything I talk from now is true!!

My elder sister, who was bright and pretty, got involved with a Korean person and South Korea.

Then she was taken away to South Korea where she became a virtual slave.

You might say “You are so silly!” But the story is true. The tricks used are surprisingly clever, and thousands of Japanese women have already been taken away to South Korea through this scheme.

Now, I want to reveal their dirty tricks. I want to bring this to the attention of all Japanese women, so they can be careful. And again I want to say that this is based on my actual experience. I would like to sincerely ask you not to interfere with the warning I am going to post here.

It started three years ago.

“I met some Korean people and we became friends.” It all began with these words from my sister. She was in her junior year at university when a female Korean student started to talk to her, sitting on a bench on campus. The two of them soon became close friends. I also met that Korean student several times and had a good impression of her. She was courteous and seemed to be a nice person. I heard that she was a member of a peace organization.

2. I really regret now that I was not more aware of what was going on at that time. My sister had begun to attend a “Culture Class” given by the peace organization that she had been introduced to by the Korean student. According to my sister, the class was “to learn about peace”. In the class she repeatedly watched videos and then listened to lectures.

Although the name of the class was “learning about peace”, the contents were only about “how the Japanese tormented Koreans”. After watching such videos for hours and hours, they then listened to lecturers from the organization – and the topic was always “How the Japanese people have never compensated for their crimes and always speak irresponsibly”.

One day my sister’s face was pale. She explained to me “the Japanese army forced 150 Korean comfort women to stand in a line and cut off their heads one by one and cooked a head soup. Then they forced other comfort women to eat the soup ……”

I was shocked by the story, but at the same time it sounded “exaggerated” to me so I got suspicious.

While continuing to attend the culture classes, my sister’s attitude gradually changed. She began to repeat, with a desperate expression on her face, “I’m so ashamed that I was born Japanese,” or “the Japanese people must make amends to the Korean people right now,” or “the current Japanese prosperity is founded on the Korean people’s sacrifices.” She completely forgot her schoolwork and started to study the Korean language.

3. My sister said, “I want to go to Korea to apologize to the Korean people in Korean”.

I did not think it was necessary for her to go, but on the other hand I thought it was good to make international friends. I didn’t take it seriously enough.

One day, my sister told me that I should also study the Korean language. I asked her why. She answered, “The Korean language is the global language and is the most excellent language in human history”.

On hearing this I got a suspicious feeling. So I secretly sneaked into my sister’s room while she was away where I found books entitled “The Divine Principle” and “Apostate” and some brochures. I started reading and was appalled at their contents. One of them said, “Japan is a country ruled by the devil that tormented South Korea which is the world leader,” another said, “Japan is the country of Eve, therefore it is her obligation to work to serve Korea, the country of Adam”. “After the unification of North and South Korea, they will become the center of Asia and will rule the world”. The literature was full of such crazy content!

I asked my university tutor about the content that gave me such an uneasy feeling. He told me, “Well, that is the Unification Church.” Then I researched into the Unification Church and discussed it with my parents. We all tried to convince my sister to withdraw from the Church. But it was too late. She took a hard line and decided to quit university and insisted to go to South Korea straight away.

We were desperate and tried to stop her, but she swore at us angrily saying, “You people are all devils who want to insult the Messiah and South Korea which lead the world!” We were horrified at the change in her. I cried, together with my parents.

4. Suddenly, my sister decided to join a mass wedding ceremony in Seoul and finally left our home.

I protested to the Korean student who had invited my sister to their meetings. The student completely changed her polite attitude. I asked her “You are a member of the Unification Church, aren’t you?” But she acted as if she didn’t know. “Eh? What is that?”

I said, “The founder of Unification Church, Sun Myung Moon, he’s really weird, isn’t he?”

This comment of mine made her so upset. “What did you say?!” She yelled like mad, spitting out her words, her face red with anger.

Although she was hiding this fact, she was indeed a member of the Unification Church!

My family was so sad, we all cried for a while after my sister left home. We all worried about her circumstances.

Soon my sister contacted us to say that she had got married to a Korean man and was in countryside. For a while we felt relieved. But then she began to send letters, frequently, in which she wrote “Please send money”, and “electrical goods” and other things. It seemed that her Korean “relatives” of the countryside demanded that she get money and goods from our family for them. My parents felt they had no choice but to continue to send money and goods as requested.

We worried what sort of life my sister had in Korea, so I decided to go to Korea to see her and find out. It was dangerous for me to go alone, so we had to make an effort to find an appropriate person to be my interpreter and bodyguard. We hired Mr. A., who was a Japanese exchange student living in Seoul.

5. Mr. A took me to the address stated in my sister’s letter. It was in the Korean countryside.

The place was totally different from the general countryside in Japan. It was a pre-modern farm in a village with unpaved roads. We found my sister in one of these poor village houses. My sister seemed glad that I had come. Her husband was the son and heir of a farming family. He was an ugly and uneducated countryman. He seemed to be over 40 years old although my sister was in her early 20s.

Mr. A and I talked together with the poor family for a while.

I thought it was impolite to do so, but I gently challenged their marriage, and asked my sister to return to Japan.

Suddenly the interpreter became pale. He explained that my sister’s husband said, “I paid money!” and continued with a vulgar smile “It was a good deal, ’cause this Jap girl has got a nice body.”

This made me so angry and I really wanted to kill him. But in this situation, I had to silently endure for the sake of my sister’s safety. My sister also answered, “the Japanese people must make amends in Korea.” She said she was working from morning to night. Listening to the family’s conversation, Mr. A whispered in my ear, “it seems she is almost a slave”.

6. There was nothing I could do for her but to return to Japan. On the way to the Seoul airport, Mr. A explained many things to me. For example, there was a strange group of Japanese women in Seoul – all Unification Church members – who were working from early in the morning. Those women often joined demonstrations and performances against Japan, or were perhaps forced to join in such activities.

In addition, when I talked about the comfort women, he said he heard from an old Korean man, who had experienced the Japanese colonial era, that “the coercion story [of forced recruitment] is complete fiction”.

According to the old man, the truth was that poor families in rural areas sold their daughters to Korean prostitution brokers. It was a common solution in the Asian region, including Japan, for such poor people to get out of deep poverty. “It is fiction that the Japanese Army arranged trucks to kidnap girls. Nobody has seen such a spectacle and I never heard such rumors at that time”, the old man told Mr. A.

I said to him “then the comfort women stories must have been created by somebody for a certain purpose.” He caught my drift that the Unification Church was using the comfort women stories. “I know a person who is close to a lawyer, Mr. Takagi, who is responsible for litigation in the wartime comfort women case. I will contact him to see if he knows something about this.”

7. I came home with a feeling of frustration. I could not speak honestly to my parents about my sister’s situation. I had the impression my sister had been sold to Korea as collateral, as a servant.

After a while, my sister suddenly informed us that one of her “relatives” was going to visit Japan and she wanted us to take care of him. My parents and I were fed up with the idea, but felt we could not refuse.

Then a crude beggar-like young man arrived.

The Korean had a featureless face with thin eyes just like pen lines. At first he seemed emotionless, but soon he had violent mood swings. He would yell and his face became the colour of a boiled octopus. Especially during meal times he would sit at the table in a very rude manner. He ate his food making horrible noises. Not only that, he complained saying “Why you don’t serve Kimchi, uh?!”, “So bland taste!!” and so on.

Needless to say I really hated this Korean guy.

One day, he yelled at my mother. “The sauce for dipping the tempura is too bland! You’re stingy! Are you trying to belittle your precious guest?!”

I was getting to the limit of my patience. I seriously thought about putting something like pesticide into his drink.

I felt he was always looking at me in a strange way.

One night, the man sneaked into my room and tried to rape me, covering my mouth with his hand. I screamed and scratched his face. He beat me with all his strength.

This made my father furious and he drove the man out of our house. Finally I could be reassured.

8. One day Mr. A, the student who was in Seoul, sent me some surprising information. The following is a summary of what Mr. A sent.

What I should explain first is that it was an organization called the “Hundred Members Committee” who raised the “Comfort Women Issue” for the first time. The goal of this organization was to “obtain official apologies and compensation [from the Japanese government] for the Korean people”. Some Korean members of this organization, and Japanese housewives, went to South Korea “to search for victims” suitable for starting a lawsuit. Kim Hak-soon, who was the “courageous first woman to come forward as a victim of the sex-slave system”, was just a Korean prostitute who made a lot of money from her prostitution business with Japanese soldiers. But the “Hundred Members Committee” searched for such kinds of prostitutes and had them appeal to the Japanese government. Then they started international propaganda about the issue.

Now, what sort of organization is the “Hundred Members Committee”? In fact, this committee was created by the “Asian Women’s Federation for Peace” and that is a secondary organization of the Unification Church! Besides, Kenichi Takagi, the lawyer who supported the prostitute lawsuit, and the Japanese housewives who went to Korea to search for “victims” are also members of the Unification Church. (Of course they all denied being members. This is the modus operandi of the Unification Church. Members are instructed to say “We are different” when they are asked “Are you members of the Unification Church?”) Their actions are based on their belief in the teachings of the Unification Church that “Japan is a country of the devil and must therefore act to make restitution for their crimes which plagued Korea, the country of the Messiah”.

9. After the rapprochement between Sun-Myung Moon and Kim Il-Sung in 1992, the General Association of Korean Residents in Japan came to be involved in activities concerning the comfort women issue, and many North Korean “fake comfort women” appeared one after another. They circulated stories to the international community, such as “the Japanese soldiers cut off the comfort womens’ heads with swords, and made soup with the heads which they then made us drink”.

Then what is the reason why the Unification Church fabricated the “sex slave issue”? The reasons are complex.

First, they wanted to diminish the credibility of Japan and Japanese, so that they can make the Japanese government pay compensation to Korea, and give advantage and political status to Zainichi Koreans in Japan.

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Note: Zainichi Koreans, also often known as Zainichi for short, are the permanent ethnic Korean residents of Japan. Strictly speaking, the term refers only to long term, permanent residents of Japan who have either retained their Joseon (the old, undivided Korea) or South Korean nationalities, not ethnic Koreans who have acquired Japanese nationality through naturalization. More details on Wikipedia: Zainichi

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Secondly, they wanted to brainwash more Japanese women to set them up for “human trafficking”. In the Japanese women’s minds they planted the consciousness that the guilt [or shame of Japan] should be expiated, or atoned for. They believed that being in the same situation as the comfort women could be compensation.

According to Mr. A, thousands of Japanese women had already been tricked this way, like my sister. Especially in countryside of Korea there is a high demand for these women. The Unification Church groomed the women for human trafficking to be collateral!

When I heard this story I was stunned.

I also heard from another person who was with Mr. A, that 辛淑玉 Tsura Yoshi-dama [Shin Sugo], had a relationship with the Unification Church and she delivered lectures to Unification Church-affiliated organizations.

[ 辛淑玉、シンスゴ、신숙옥、女性、1959年1月16日- . とは、東京都生まれの実業家。のりこえねっと（ヘイトスピーチとレイシズムを乗り越える国際ネットワーク）共同代表、シューレ大学アドバイ��ー。東京都立第��商業高等学校卒業。在日韓国人3世。LINK ]

[ 辛淑玉, Shin Sugo, worked for the International Network to Overcome Hate Speech and Racism. She is a third generation Zainichi Korean. ]

I came to think I could not trust Zainichi Koreans.

Apparently the Unification Church believers, the General Association of Korean Residents, and human rights campaigners in Japan were all in one crony gang.

The reality is that they are the despicable people who continue the activities to tailor Japanese women to be the slaves of Koreans – all under a mask of justice!

10. Currently, a lot of Japanese women are being fooled by this Korean propaganda and support their activities. This it is totally wrong because it just helps the crimes of the Unification Church. I will say it again and again, so many Japanese women are sold to Korea as a “commodity” for human trafficking by the Unification Church, just like my sister. If you doubt my story, please take action and research what miserable lives those Japanese women have in Korea. You will find out those women are virtually enslaved. I don’t understand why the Japanese mass media do not report these harrowing tales. Why do the the so-called quality papers like Asashi shimbun, Mainichi shimbun or Yomiuri shimbun not explain to the public that right now such women are being trafficked ? Why!?

I simply want to ask why Japanese TV stations do not report the fact that Japanese women are victims like this? Why is this so?

Right at this moment, many Japanese women are brainwashed by this bad Korean religion and sold to Korea to be enslaved for their whole lives.

I want my sister back!

11. Now, I will finish my story about the miserable experience of my family.

I think our experience is hard to believe for most Japanese women, but it is true.

I think all Japanese women need to know the existence of this terrifying trap that leads Japanese women to such miserable situations. That is why I posted this series of messages.

But I think most of the Zainichi Koreans in Japan and the South Korean people are good people. So please do not have an ethnic prejudice against all Korean society. But it is a fact that there are some crazy people who do horrible malicious, wicked deeds against the Japanese with no scruples. It is also a fact that such actions have been neglected or ignored.

Maybe there are some people who do not want to believe my story.

I don’t want to be hurt by heartless responses like “show the evidence!” or “don’t make up a story!” So I will never come back here again.

Each person is free to believe or not. I cannot blame people who do not believe my experience. It has not been broadcast or well publicized by the mass media.

But anyway, let me insist again, the whole of my story is true! It is a fact!!

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Notes

Sun Myung Moon: The founder of the Unification Church, which is a South Korean based religious organization. [Supposed] activist in the Korean independence movement during Japan’s annexation of the Korean Peninsula. After the independence of Korea, he established International Federation for Victory Over Communism against North Korea. [He died in 2012.]

Kim Il Sung: Former leader of the socialist nation Democratic Republic of Korea (North Korea). He was well known for his Red Terror with continuous blood purges to maintain his political power. He died in 1994.

There were Comfort Women used by the Japanese military. There are testimonies and photographs, and there is a lot of evidence. However, it seems to be true that a lot of the recruitment of women was done by Koreans, and there were even notices in Korean newspapers for Comfort Women.

It seems there are also fake Comfort Women seeking compensation.

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“About 100 Korean women were abducted by Korean prostitution brokers but were rescued by Japanese military police.”

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Military commentator Ji Man-won raised “fake comfort women” question

Joong Ang Daily (中央日報)　April 14, 2005

Military commentator Ji Man-won raised a question of fake Korean ex-comfort women and it caused significant ripples.

On 13th January, Ji Man-won posted an article entitled “analyze the comfort women issue” saying, “Who can verify real or fake of the women’s claim to be former comfort women? How can it be verified?”

Ji indicated the possibility that fake comfort women are included in the demonstration group gathered in front of the Japanese embassy.

In the article Ji said, “1994 can be the last timing to be taken as comfort women. If those women were over 15 years old at that time, they should be over 78 years old right now.” He also added, “Ex-comfort women seen in TV look too young and healthy. Some of them speak with very lively voices.”

Ji claimed no more than 20 percent of all comfort women were conscripted by Japan, while the rest were ordinary prostitutes trying to escape from poverty.

The Korea Chongshindae Council issued a statement threatening legal action against Ji. The organization’s website was inundated with messages criticizing Ji.

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“Fake comfort women in Wednesday meeting” Military commentator’s essay causes ripples.

Chosun Ilbo (朝鮮日報)　April 14, 2005

The controversial military commentator Ji Man-won has come under fire again after saying that claims by some women to have been drafted into sexual slavery as “comfort women” by the Japanese Army were fraudulent.

Ji said on his website on 13th and 14th that only 33 women had been confirmed former “comfort women,” or Chongshindae…

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The above text has been re-translated from the Japanese. The old English translation is here: http://resistance333.web.fc2.com/english/english_comfort_women3.htm

The original Japanese text is here: http://mimizun.com/log/2ch/ms/1003978299/

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This book was written by a professor of anthropology at San Francisco State University. It confirms some of the above points.

THE COMFORT WOMEN: Sexual Violence and Postcolonial Memory in Korea and Japan, by C. Sarah Soh. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2009, 384 pp., $25 (paper) ISBN: 978-0226767772

Review of this book

Overall, this is a brave and impressive book that usefully complicates and adds layers to our understanding of a sordid system.

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Dae Mo Nim (Hyo-nam Kim) pours guilt on the Japanese

Fear, guilt and shame used by her to trap the Japanese members.

Hyo-nam Kim uses the story of the Korean comfort women to manipulate the Japanese members.

However, the facts about the comfort women need to be explored. They are not as Hyo-nam Kim would like UC / FFWPU members to think.

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Korean newspaper advertized for Comfort Women!

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Kim Tŏk-chin was recruited by Koreans at 17

Kim Tŏk-chin was recruited by a Korean man. She was also transported to Japan by a Korean couple, and then taken on to China to work in a brothel as a ‘comfort woman’ by the same Korean couple.

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The Japanese military were concerned about the criminal methods used by Korean “comfort women” recruiters and brokers.

Below is a notice to Japanese military commanders in China concerning Comfort Women.

Dated March 4, 1938.

Title: “Matters regarding recruitment at military comfort station”

[list of signatories]

To: Army Chief Generals of the troops in northern China and of the expeditionary force in central China

When brokers recruited comfort women for the establishment of brothels during Sino-Japanese war, there were more than a few infamous cases to which we need to pay attention: the case of some brokers using the authority of the Japanese military for their recruitment, as the result, they ruined the credibility of the Japanese military, which led to a misunderstanding of ordinary people, the case that some brokers used an unruly method of recruiting through embedded journalists and visitors, causing social problems, the case that some brokers were arrested and placed under investigation because their recruiting method was similar to kidnapping. From now, as regards the recruitment of comfort women, the expeditionary force must properly choose and control brokers who recruit comfort women. Also, it is necessary to cooperate with the military police and law enforcement authorities. To keep the prestige of Japanese military, and to consider social problems, take careful note without omission.

March 4, 1938

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Japan gave $800 million as reparations for Korean occupation

Asia Times Online December 2005 In 1965 Japan gave $800 million as reparations for the occupation of Korea, in a combination of grants and low-interest loans. This was part of the Korea-Japan Normalization Treaty of 1965. In January 2005 details were disclosed to the Korean public for the first time.

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Why Japan Is Still Not Sorry Enough

War, Guilt, and World Politics after World War II by Thomas U. Berger

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S Korean forces killed more than Japanese killed in 36 years

In about 36 months in 1948-1951 South Korean forces killed more South Koreans than the Japanese killed in the 36 years of their occupation of the country. There were some 1,222 probable incidents of mass execution without trial by the South Koreans.

DaeMoNim seems to have forgotten this part of Korean history, as she continues to pour guilt on the Japanese.

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South Korea Admits Civilian Killings During War New York Times (November 26, 2009) By Choe Sang-hun

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Here is a link to a Japanese point of view of their occupation of Korea. It is an example of an extreme opposite point of view.

http://resistance333.web.fc2.com/english/ruling.htm

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韓国よ、私の姉を返せ！！Please return my sister from Korea.

Moon: “Women have twice the sin”

“Please search for the 6,500 women missing from the mass wedding ceremony,” victim’s families appealed.

Yuka Nakamura, a Unification Church member in Korea, recently took her own life

Why did a Japanese UC member kill her Korean husband?

The ‘True Father’ who could not forgive: “I haven’t been able to release my grudge towards Japanese people yet.” November 2011

Moon personally extracted $500 MILLION from Japanese sisters in the fall of 1993. He demanded that 50,000 sisters attend HIS workshops on Cheju Island and each had to pay a fee of $10,000.

“About 100 Korean women were abducted by Korean prostitution brokers but were rescued by Japanese military police.”

“Comfort Women of the Empire” Reviewed by Professor Jun BongGwan

Former Korean Comfort Woman Mun Oku-chu’s Memoir

Summary of Professor Park Yuha’s Book “Comfort Women of the Empire”

“The Comfort Women” by Professor C. Sarah Soh

What Is Behind South Korea’s Criticism On Comfort Women Issue

For Japan, a Difficult Art of Saying It’s Sorry

Annexation of Korea – some facts and a song

#Guilt #Shame #psychological abuse #Unification Church #Sun Myung Moon #Family Federation for World Peace and Unification

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