As I wrote on Facebook, anyone who can visit there without tears is either stronger than I, without a heart or soul, or both. It is a poignant, solemn place.
And then I got angry when I saw Japanese tourists there. What the heck were they doing there? They shouldn't be there! But I recognized that those were visceral emotions, seeking someone to blame, someone on whom I could foist my own emotions. Logic took over and I realized that they were no more responsible for the attack because they were born Japanese than I am responsible for slavery because I was born a white American. The people who are responsible for that attack are mostly dead, as are the people who survived it. Those of us today just honor.
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The captain went down with the ship.
The "bookends of the war"--USS Arizona, where the war started for the US, and USS Missouri, upon which Japan signed the surrender document ending the war.
There are other sights to see there as well, including USS Bowfin:
A few displays and videos here, as well as at the Army Museum at Fort DeRussy, attempted to give a "Japanese perspective" on the attack, explaining why the Empire did what it did. I don't give a flying frak why they did what they did--do we try to understand and explain why a rapist does what he does? No, we condemn him immediately and without question. I don't care why the attack took place, I condemn it. Without question.
That's the feeling I left Pearl Harbor with.
I think I'll spend the rest of the day at Waikiki Beach, trying not to think of the of the horror I saw memorialized this morning.