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On Aug. COLTA.RU published three articles about what it’s like to work for federal television networks in Russia. These organisations have long been controlled by the authorities: they work as a single propaganda machine. The first two included an account by Liza Lerer, a former editorial manager of Russia 1's marketing board, and a profile of Yulia Chumakova, Channel One's South bureau chief, and the author of the infamous ‘crucified boy’ story.
The third article, published here in a translation by Anna Aslanyan, comprises four accounts: two former employees of the All-Russia State Television and Radio Broadcasting Company (VGTRK) and a former producer at the private channel REN TV share their experiences anonymously, while Stanislav Feofanov, a TV Center (TVC) producer, speaks under his real name.
The conversations with the ex-VGTRK staffers were first recorded by Aleksandr Orlov, former deputy editor of Russia 24 and Russia 2. Orlov lost his job in July 2013 for supporting Alexei Navalny on social media, and is now working on a forthcoming book on Russian TV. Orlov has collected oral testimonies from several federal TV employees, former and present,
Former VGTRK employee
‘I remember, we had an editorial meeting in February 2014, when the editor said a ‘cold war’ was about to start. Not an information war, because everyone already knew about that, it had started a lot earlier. No, he meant a ‘cold war’, which for many sounded atavistic.
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Direct Line, a popular annual call-in show with Vladimir Putin. (c) Anton Belitsky / Demotix.
He said we live in an era which makes the 1970s-1980s look like kindergarten in comparison, so those of you who don't want to be part of it can find themselves some other kind of work, outside a news channel. The rest of you: welcome to the club. Very few people left, and even then those who did didn't do it straight away but after a while. They left quietly, without much song and dance, without any breast-beating, so to speak. Respect to them for taking a stance, and also for being so prudent. The rest of us stayed.
The top managers certainly weren’t stupid. They discussed the most delicate issues at meetings between themselves rather than at the big ones, where there'd be 25 to 30 participants, heads of departments and divisions. After Friday editorial meetings in the Kremlin, the management would come to the office, call their posse and have a meeting between two or three people. After highlighting all the subtle points, they’d pass it on down the chain. The channel's policy was absolutely inscrutable, another feature of the ‘cold war’: everything's totally closed, no open discussions.
Words like “Junta” [reference to the Kyiv government after the toppling of Viktor Yanukovych], “Ukes” [slang for Ukrainians], “Bendera men” [reference to followers of Stepan Bandera, Ukrainian nationalist leader, often misspelt] – that was for the presenters, for those talking to the camera.
Those phrasings were fine-tuned for them at closed meetings. I've never heard the editor-in-chief refer to Ukrainians in that way directly. Editorial meetings were for setting an agenda. We understood that, if it's Ukraine [we’re dealing with], then you have to give it as much coverage as possible, you have to have one story a day from Crimea, Donetsk, Kiev.
In March 2014, after the referendum [in Crimea], there was a regular assignment: at least one original story a day from Crimea, or more if possible. You had to talk about it every day: how Crimea is developing, how sciences and trades are thriving there, how the newly-acquired citizens grow more and more affluent and happy.
What angle to take in your coverage, whether to include the views of people who weren’t so happy– this was never even discussed, it wasn't needed, it was just a waste of time. The same went for the reporters. They fulfilled a purely technical role: approach the right speaker, take the right stand-up, say the right words.
On a personal level, you can understand those people who have seen conflict, the war correspondents: on the one hand, they had their bosses, from top to bottom, pouring massive propaganda into their ears; on the other hand, when you're on the frontline, being bombed, after a week or two or three (the guys could be stuck there for a couple of months at a time) you start to hate those people shooting at you. It's quite natural for their stories to have a bias. However, there were some sensible reporters who didn't make a mountain out of a molehill. If one shell was fired, they said one shell, and not carpet bombing.
As I said, everything was controlled by hand. When the first Minsk negotiations began and there was talk of some kind of peace, the words “fascists”, “Bendera men”, “junta” were banned. Then the situation began to get worse, and it all started again. When [Igor] Strelkov [Russian separatist leader] began taking cities, they gave him whatever airtime was available, broadcasting him every which way. Then he had to be moved out of the spotlight, and we simply stopped broadcasting him as much.
Against the backdrop of the war, the propaganda machine began producing some incredible stats: Russia 24's airtime shares grew progressively, by a factor of 1.5, 2, 3—compared to before the war. You and I know that everyone who works in TV is an adrenaline junkie, and look, there’s a war. A real one: blood, guts, shell holes in the ground and buildings. Some might think it's a game, the postmodern existence; others just know you can make shit loads of money out of it—not on the war as such, just on good coverage of it: get some new leverage as a result, find new financial opportunities. And they are working systematically towards that.
Suddenly, we had lots of stringers working for us, loads of small productions. They made poor quality videos; someone sent in a 45-minute film about the Donetsk People's Republic, in which all the militiamen are doing is walking up and down, smoking, with some nonsensical lives and synchs thrown in. Even from the propaganda point of view, it had absolutely zero value: foggy format, like a bad art-house film. And they gave it prime time and four repeats at the weekend. I asked them: “What the fuck?” They said: “Mate, you don't understand, it's getting huge stats.”
Unlike the war in Georgia [in 2008], this system was perfectly honed. The honing hadn't been done in three days or in a single meeting. It had taken weeks, months, years.
There was no channel war now, I mean, no competition. A directive came from the Presidential Administration saying: stop trying to outdo each other, stop showing who's got the best exclusives here. The only exclusive stuff you could have was when one person found someone's granny, and another found someone else's granddad. On the whole, though, it was a massive stream [of content]. United in a common impulse, everyone shared everything with everyone else: pictures, speakers, contacts. Everything became a single whole. Different holding companies, different shareholders, different media organisations. A united propaganda body emerged.
There were no discussions among the channel's staff. What happened during the smoke breaks was more like emotional outbursts, and then only between people who more or less trusted each other. Not everyone talked to one another. An atmosphere of distrust developed: potentially, anybody could dob you in. Yet people knew everything about each other. The editor was aware of my views, and he didn't invite me to take part in discussions. He knew I wouldn't be happy about it, and I was absolutely fine with that.
There aren't that many people with principles, like [Arkady] Mamontov or [Konstantin] Semin, people who believe in all that. The majority are like Dmitry Kiselev, level 50 trolls, or whatever he calls himself. About 40 to 50 per cent of them went to the Bolotnaya protests, they were dead against it all. Yet they didn’t leave—for trivial reasons, families, mortgages. Besides, everyone knew there was nowhere to go. Some drowned their sorrows, some disappeared into drugs, others didn't drown their sorrows in anything, instead they went into “internal emigration”, reading books at weekends, trying to forget everything that happened during the week. For me personally, it was, however pathetic it might sound, a tragedy. I knew that for 18 months I had been involved in rather shameful things.
Still, 25 per cent of the people were diehards who thought they were fighting for the right cause. When it first started, I talked it over with my friends—real, close friends, most of them have nothing to do with TV—and we agreed simply not to bring up the subject. Everyone knows what shit we're in, what's happening in the country. Why rub it in over and over again, why pour more salt on the wound? But when you're actually creating it yourself, perhaps after a while the weaker ones begin to believe in it. Putin's 86 per cent – that's the world we live in.
My own sociological survey, based on nothing except my feelings, is as follows: 50 per cent of my colleagues were people like me, 25 per cent were diehards, and the remaining 25 per cent were those who just don't give a fuck about anything. If [Mikhail] Khodorkovsky came to power and started his own channel, they'd go and work there. If some fascist came to power, they'd work for him.
Unless there's some dramatic change, these people won't be able to return to proper journalism and proper standards—simply because they don't know what it is. They'll all have to be chucked out of the profession. You'll have to rebuild it completely, to recruit others and train them differently.’
Former VGTRK news broadcaster
‘Every Friday at midday there was a meeting in the Kremlin, attended by all the editors-in-chief. The editor of our channel received a print-out—a schedule detailing everything, the what and the how, who'd be best to invite as experts. In fact, it was a guidelines brochure, a sheaf of A4 pages, about a centimetre thick.
During the meeting, the editor would make notes, any corrections were made in pencil, right there on the page. They brought me some pages from that folder, and I used it as a schedule to work from.
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2012 picket outside Ostankino TV studio, Moscow. (c) Ilya Pitalev / VisualRIAN.
Different people chaired these Kremlin meetings. Alexei Alexeyevich [Gromov, former Kremlin press secretary] used to do it, a very long time ago. I’m not sure about Surkov [former deputy head of the Presidential Administration]. Then it was Dmitry Sergeyevich [Peskov, current Kremlin press secretary]. When Peskov came, it was fine at first. Later, though, you couldn't approach him at all: write a letter here, register there. People started kind of worshipping Peskov, he was like: “Putin, c'est moi”. He never said that, but that's what it looked like. Gromov, on the other hand, was always: “Anything I can help with, guys, just let me know.”
Now they've suddenly started what they call “intercom conference calls with Peskov”, morning and evening. I don't know when they started. I think it must have been at least two weeks after Putin's triumphant return, after he went missing [in March 2015]. They talk over the intercom, the yellow phone. Something's up. No idea what—thank goodness I'm not there.
Before, there were no major changes to our work. You felt that everything was going smoothly, and then those briefings began, which always came from the top. Nowadays, if the channel discusses THESE decisions or THOSE issues, they always get a call from upstairs, or call upstairs themselves. The editor is free to run a story about some traffic accident near Moscow, or not to run it, but as far as big politics, war and peace are concerned, he has no freedom.
Take that parade in Serbia, for instance. It wasn't quite in Putin's honour – it was to commemorate Victory Day, but Putin, shall we say, attended it, even though he was a bit late. The parade was really glam, "totally beautiful", like. Russia 24 took the signal off Serbian TV and transmitted it to Moscow. The Serbs had arranged it all, and we’d arranged an interpreter who interpreted their TV presenter at the parade. There was just a minor complaint about the interpreter being a girl. The editor-in-chief was away at the time, his deputy was in charge. The chief had told him: “We'll show the parade for a while, then we'll cut from it to a little window and show it in the window”. Apparently, he hadn't cleared the issue, and so the parade is on, and it’s huge, no one expected it to be so big, and then the deputy does as the chief told him: he broadcasts the parade for a while and then cuts to a window.
All hell broke loose, [Oleg] Dobrodeyev [VGTRK director-general] called three or four times, shouting like mad that you have to put the parade back on and broadcast till the end. While he's at it, he also shouts about the woman interpreter: why isn’t a man translating? What a brouhaha we had over that parade... Naturally, we put it all back, broadcast till the end, and after that there were more calls: “How could you possibly have done that, what on earth were you doing?” The speeches had long finished, he [Putin] had long left for Milan, and we were still broadcasting. There you have it: a decision made by the editor, even though he is, in fact, in charge of what's on air. He got it wrong and got his arse kicked.
We ran a news piece once about a working meeting between Putin and the president of Kyrgyzstan, which hadn't happened yet. The thing is, we used to have this rule: we don't announce events with the president’s participation, except major, international events or some important national ones, like an address to the Federal Assembly.
As for ordinary working meetings, we don't announce anything: neither the region where it's going to take place tomorrow, nor anything else. Announcements were extremely rare, following a special go-ahead. Usually we did it day by day, almost always after the fact. We got into huge trouble once when a correspondent said live on air that a plane had landed, even though it hadn't landed yet. There was a five minutes' difference, but it was a terrible scandal.
Now with Kyrgyzstan, this lady who said it on air, she isn't particularly bright anyway; she hardly ever writes anything herself, she's more concerned about her make-up. She’d previously got into arguments over the no-announcments rule, so over the years it got imprinted in her brain, the “no announcing” thing. So now she saw the future tense, the info saying the meeting is likely to take place next week, but out of habit she said “had a meeting”. And further on, where the text had “they will discuss”, she mentally changed it to “discussed”.
The manual control applied even to the weather, there were direct instructions on it. Like, you have to invite [Roman] Vilfand [prominent meteorologist] right now, and he has to say that the winter is going to be horrible and we'll all freeze. You ask: “What if we don't have a cold winter?” Because we know that the winter is mild. But there's a general tendency to blow things out of proportion, to make it clear they depend on us: we're going to cut off your gas now, and you'll all freeze. They kept nattering about it all the time: “We are facing a cold winter.”
They even used to say “Make more hell!” to us at the editorial meetings. For instance, a request comes from upstairs to send a camera somewhere, to some event, and people at the meeting ask: “But what's the point? It's all a bit foggy.” An embassy’s cultural centre organises some reading event, and the question logically arises: why would you need a camera? Because there’s going to be some special people there, and they're going to put a show on. For example, some useful historian is going to yell: “You are attempting to pervert our history!” They round up those poor old men and women who have been going there for years, send a camera and a special person, basically an agent provocateur.
Direct Line with Putin [the annual phone-in show] is mainly organised by VGTRK. Some of it is done by Channel One, some by VGTRK, they're each trying to get their share. A crew goes there beforehand, they go through several courses of training at Staraya ploshchad [the Presidential Administration office]: what they're supposed to do and how, what regions to pick, what cities. Cameras are sent there, lots of different people go in advance, they walk around with governors and others, they organise meetings with the right people, they choose the topics, they clear all those things a million times over.
There's a so-called “preview”, like in the theatre, when you invite your mum and dad. A rehearsal, a full run-through. Putin isn't present, but Peskov is. He doesn't, of course, answer questions for Putin, but he watches everything. A crew stands there, getting an approximate picture of what’s going to happen. I've heard what it’s like from people who’ve been there: they were literally shaking, they said they were simply ready to die of shame, because they've told me how old people approached the crew with their questions, and there was simply no way those questions could be aired on Direct Line.
VGTRK made pro-Putin clips in the run-up to the 2012 elections. You had to keep VGTRK mikes and vans out of sight, make sure you don't blow your cover. If VGTRK makes a clip, it's aired not just on VGTRK, everyone else shows it too. Who ever heard of such a thing? You have to have a proper election campaign, don't you, financed by the campaign’s election fund! That's why we couldn't give away our markings. But anyway, VGTRK staffers went there, filmed it all and edited, handed it in, and a focus group watched it and took their pick. At some point you realise this is all illegal. But do you have any choice? You can either sit in the office or drive around and do something.
The situation is this: TV as such no longer exists. Even if you work on the culture desk, they'll tell you: “This director has our support, that one doesn't.” You can lie back and enjoy the process, or you can stop working and leave—if the standards really drop, you know you can't stay any longer.’
Sergei Semenov (name changed), producer (REN TV)
‘I used to work on the Special Project programme [current events and history documentary series], I left a year ago. But I was still there in April and May [2014], when Crimea separated and the first purges after the Maidan protests began.
We had a commission to make a programme called Darling, I’m Having a Revolution!, a film where we tried to take a slightly different angle on Ukraine, a personal perspective: we took all the leaders of the revolution, both our own guys in Crimea and the bad guys from Maidan, and we tried to show their wives' feelings when the husband says, “darling, I’m having a revolution”, how the family experiences that.
Naturally, when researching the bad guys we didn't look for positive qualities, like having a wife, children and mum, but rather that he has mistresses, a debauched private life. As a Russian channel, you couldn’t approach the leaders of the anti-Russian revolution. We couldn't send our crew there, only news services had accreditation, while the rest, including documentary makers, weren’t allowed into Ukraine, and still aren't. We had to come up with something else, of course. That's why everything was done through stringers, but none of the Ukrainian stringers wanted to have anything to do with Russian channels.
When we were working on Muzychko, the late Sasha Bily [prominent Ukrainian nationalist who died in March 2014], we introduced ourselves to one stringer, she was a girl, as an American channel, rather than Russian. We said we wanted to show that he's [Muzychko] a real human being, that he's good and fighting for the good. In other words, we blatantly deceived her.
It was hard to get people involved with the Maidan movement for filming, but that stringer knew Muzychko personally and managed to arrange a meeting with him, she caught him in between events.
Naturally, he showed himself in a good light, but if you've ever done any editing you know that you can always cut and edit things the way you want. His background helped us a lot: in the videos we found on the internet, he behaved like a real thug, taking his machine-gun with him when he went to see bureaucrats, grabbing them by their ties. We spliced it all together with his monologue, where he, with that threatening scarred head of his, talks about himself, how he's smelling of roses, how he loves fishing, squirrels and his beloved.
On top of that, we dug out a video [first shown by NTV a few days earlier] where someone, a man who at a distance looks very much like poor old Muzychko, is lying on the floor in front of a girl, and she kicks him in the face with the heel of her black boot, a BDSM kind of thing. We edited it in too, spliced it in between the cheesiest bits where he goes on about smelling of roses; what we got in the end was a portrait of a total and utter maniac.
When we finished editing it all, I got really scared: what will happen to the poor stringer who arranged it all? Muzychko is a total freak; his grandfather was a nationalist, a victim of repressions, his father grew up in the north under the repressions before doing time. The hatred of all things Soviet is in his blood, and he links that to the Russian occupation of Ukraine. Russians have always been his enemies, and anyone who's against them, his friends. We got really frightened: if he sees what we're about to release, he'll just kill that stringer, hit her on the head with an iron club, and that's it.
The programme was due to be aired on a Wednesday. On the Monday before, we started thinking about how we’re going to get her out. We come up with a complicated plan. But on Monday night he's killed. So in the end, we've got his last interview ever – about his private life and extreme sexual adventures.
When he died, all I felt was relief for that journalist. I'm a religious man, I prayed: “Dear God, how can I save her? Do I have to have this sin on my soul, oh God? What's it to me – I'll just deliver another film, but they'll do her in, and that's it.” But a hand from heaven just went and resolved it all. After that, though, we kept joking in the studio that it was me who took out the contract on Muzychko.
Our programme has changed purely in terms of the subject matter: before the events in question [Maidan], our main enemies were the Rothschilds, Morgans and other global capitalist conspiracies, which poison us through bad food, raising oil prices, dropping them.
When the events in Ukraine started, the enemy turned from general to specific. But the atmosphere in the production itself didn't change. We had lunch at the same time, got the train at the same time. We had people from Donbass working with us, and people from Ukraine, but they never had any problem covering those events as required.
The only difference between journalists and prostitutes is that the latter use their bodies, the former – their brains. Our financial situation didn't change either, it's something that only happens in bad propaganda films: “Their salaries increased, they got quicker on their feet.”
Why would an employer need that? Same airtime, same production volume. It's just there's a new topic now. Although working on it was far more interesting than all those Rothschilds and Rockefellers. There was less invention, more texture, more live material.’
Stanislav Feofanov, producer (NTV, REN TV, TV Center)
‘When the events in Ukraine started, I was at The Week [news analysis programme on REN TV]. I worked under Marianna [Maksimovskaya, presenter of The Weekprogramme] from the start of Maidan till the army’s withdrawal from Crimea.
The programme was significantly different from all the other mess going on at REN TV. We tried to tell objective stories. When the Donetsk local administration building was captured, I remember talking to the militias and travelling many kilometres to talk to the Ukrainian siloviki [armed forces personnel].
I'm always surprised when people tell you there's no way to film from both sides. Where there's a will, there's a way! I remember Pushilin [self-declared Chairman of the People’s Soviet, Donetsk People’s Republic] telling us that, apparently, “Kiev soldiers are stealing all the food from the locals”.
We thought, yes, that's a good story. So we went to a village and talked to some old ladies there, and they told us: “They're not stealing any food from anyone, we're getting on fine with them”. Then we went over to talk to a platoon digging a trench around a tank. We thought they were going to tie us up there and then, but they just said: “Of course, no problem. What do you want to know? Stealing food? What are you on about? We've got a field kitchen here.” While we were talking, two cars pulled up: the locals had brought some borscht in one car, and the other was laden with salo [pig fat].
Of course, when you arrive thinking these are punishment battalions – what's the point of talking to them, you can tell everything by their faces – then that's the picture you get. But we had balanced stories, we allowed both sides to have their say.
I can't remember any examples of direct censorship at The Week. The management might have discussed some issues with Marianna, but I didn’t encounter anything. Although it was clear the programme was hanging in the balance, so its closure didn't come as a surprise.
When the Boeing [MH17] was shot down [17 July 2014], you could no longer tell stories the way we did before. Every channel screamed about the junta, the killers who shot down the plane. We were on holiday when we got a text from Marianna: “Dear all, the moment has come: our small and proud programme is closing down. We have a brave new world ahead of us, where there'll be a new life.” Now some people are freelancing, others are out of work; some have stayed at REN TV news broadcasting. I've found a compromise.
Now I work for the TV Center programme Line of Defence, and this is a borderline case. We have films like Poroshenko's Five Promises, but they’re more ironic than propagandistic. I make programmes on unrelated subjects. They don't ask me directly to make propaganda, nor would I agree to that. I have some film-related proposals, so if the channel tells me, “You have to do this or that”, I'll say to them: “I don't have to do anything for you, bye.”
Of course, Line of Defence is a downgrade after The Week, but what can you do? You have to make a living somehow. There are lots of talented guys who can’t find their place on TV any more. Take Roman Super, or Andrei Loshak, who said in one of his recent interviews: “Many young journalists may not have heard my name because I've now disappeared from the screen.” Vadim Kondakov went to some shitty economics forum to make commercials. I've had offers from LifeNews and Zvezda, but that's the last thing I want to do.
I don't have to make compromises at TVC, but I'm not happy to see people making dubious products right next door to us—it’s not real propaganda, but it has a distinctly fishy smell.
Television has stopped being a creative thing for me. First of all, it’s to do with the choice of subject matter. There's censorship wrapped up as “that won’t be good for the ratings”. I've pitched a story about Victory Day [9 May, a popular holiday in Russia]: let's see who makes money from all those ribbons and caps. They cost about 300 roubles [£2.80] each, so if 100,000 people bought them, that makes 30 million [£280,000].
“Let's do a film about making money off patriotism.” “No, it won’t do well for the ratings. Let's talk about the Russian Vanga [Bulgarian clairvoyant] instead, some granny who predicts things or something.” Out of a dozen topics you’re excited about, TVC approves one or two at best, the rest of the time you have to work on things you don't like.
Before REN TV, I was at NTV, working on the Profession: Reporter programme [an investigative documentary show] with Katya Gordeyeva and Andrei Loshak. We left when they started tightening things up after our film about the 2011–2012 protests. They shut the programme down, keeping just the brand. It still airs, but it's made by people from the NTV crime desk. We hoped that the demonstrations, the wave of indignation would shift that state of degradation, that they'd break through the dam, and a free television would emerge.
Back then, people still distinguished between Profession: Reporter and NTV as a whole. But one of the last drops for me was a conversation I had at the “Funeral for NTV” protest held outside the Ostankino TV tower. They asked me: how can you call yourself a decent person if you work where Anatomy of Protest [scandalous documentary series by Arkady Mamontov about Russia’s 2011-2012 protest movement] is produced? I didn't have that “who's going to look after our channel” feeling. By then it was clear who.
The people who make real propaganda at Channel One and Russia, they understand it all perfectly well. Mortgages, debts, family problems. And yet I can't tell you why. My story is similar: I’m currently renting, and this autumn I'm going to take out a mortgage to buy property, but I don't understand how you can pour shit into people's ears. It always makes me think of my mother – she's been zombified to such an extent that I sometimes don't know what to talk to her about, besides domestic stuff. She always has Kiselev gabbling on the telly, or Mamontov pontificating, and here I am thinking: “How can I lie to my mother?” I feel that I'm doing my own little bit too.
We used to laugh at people who made crime programmes at NTV. It was awful when some reporter blagged their way into a flat and then it was aired on a federal channel, and [Tatyana] Mitkova [NTV presenter] sent everyone a letter: “Look guys, what a cool job the crime desk did.” We thought: you can't do that, you can't throw an electric switch to force someone to open their door for you, and then, on top of that, film it with a hidden camera. But now the wave of unprincipled journalists has simply forced out all those who couldn't do that.
In this day and age, you think more about your conscience than your status. How are you going to look someone in the eyes? Yourself in the mirror? So you wake up and you think: “All that nattering yesterday, I didn't do too badly, eh?”
Can you live with that? Most people do, of course.’
Editor's note: this article was translated by Anna Aslanyan
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Thursday, September 3, 2015
HOW RUSSIAN TV PROPAGANDA IS MADE
via Verne Strickland / conservative Christian writer 9/3/15
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
IF YOU ARE KILLING TO PRESERVE FREEDOM, YOU ARE FIGHTING ON THE RIGHT SIDE.
IF YOU ARE KILLING TO PRESERVE FREEDOM, YOU ARE FIGHTING ON
THE RIGHT SIDE.
Verne Strickland
September 2, 2015
I was surprised – and hurt, to be honest – to be accused, by
someone I liked and admired, of being “negative, mean, and destructive” in my
comments in the internet.
Know something? He was right on many levels. I tried to dig
a little deeper, to find out exactly what he meant, and why he said it.
“It’s your style,” he said. “You just complain and
criticize. But you never have any solutions.”
The young man – bright, idealistic, patriotic – had decided that he was going to cast his lot with the U.S. Army, probably the infantry, where he could fight enemies of America.
Honorable goal.
“My style,” I told him, “is pretty much like yours -- U.S.
Army style. I locate a target and I tear the hell out of it. Rip it to shreds verbally. No quarter
given. That’s my style. And I’m good at it, feel passionately
what I express. I’ve done it for a long time, and tore the armor off of a lot
of liberals. Not many get the best of me.
I used this modus operandi in hard-ball campaigns for Jesse
Helms, Ilario Pantano, and Thom Tillis. I don’t think anyone else unloaded so
much negative – but accurate and damaging – attacks against the opponents – Jim
Hunt, Mike McIntyre, Will Breazeale, Dr.
Gregory Brannon, Kay Hagan.
Negative attacks work – if they are based on factual
information. Mine were. There will be other opportunities for me in the future.

“You also charge that I don’t work toward ‘solutions’. Well,
let’s check out your plans -- what you are going to do. You are joining the
military – basic at Fort Jackson, Advanced Infantry after that, I would guess,
OCS, Airborne. Rangers.
“For what? You are
going to be trained to kill people and break things. Just like me. You are not
going into the diplomatic corps, or train to be a chaplain, are you? You’ll be
trained to kill people and break things. There’s a need for that. What am I
doing that is any different from what you want to do?”
I reminded him of American history. We didn’t beg Japan for
an apology after Pearl Harbor. We blew their cities to hell with incendiary and
atomic bombs. They surrendered. An estimated one million lives of Americans in
uniform were spared as a land assault was avoided.
And now in 2015, we’re not appealing to the good will of the
murderous Islamists whose jihadist strategies took down the World Trade Center
and the Pentagon. No, we went after them tooth and nail and fought like hell.
And that has been one of the most productive “solutions”
America has found for dealing with mass murderers, international scoundrels,
despots, and hate-mongers. That’s the kind of outfit he is preparing to join.
“You’ll make a great soldier,” I said. “Somewhere along the line you'll face the Russians. But you won’t try to
win over the enemy with good arguments. They’ll kill you if you do. They may
kill you anyway. Isn’t that the main convincer that we have with our heroic
fighting forces?”
So he doesn’t like my “style”? As a columnist I’m a brawler.
I want to take down liberals. Make them cry. That’s my “style”! Make them pay.
They need and deserve that. That’s how I get their attention. And I’ve had a
lot of success with inflicting pain on Marxist Democrat dopes.
“If you don’t like Verne’s ‘style’,” I said, “and feel that
my way solves nothing, then you need to be grooming yourself for a career in
the U.S. State Department, or maybe the United Nations. They don’t fight. They talk. And they have given away the farm
many times over because they are ‘doves’ – pacifists to the core. Like Obama, and
Kerry. I’m not. I don’t think you are either.”
There are some effective diplomats, but not many. John
Bolton is my pick of the litter. I don’t recall his ever hitting anybody, but
those who try to intimidate the United States learn soon enough that they are
picking on the wrong guy, and the wrong country. And Donald Trump. He’s a
one-man wrecking crew. He doesn’t even know how to spell “PC”. New supporters
are flocking to his side every day.
I don’t know if I got through to the future soldier. But I
said I’m not changing my game plan in order to be “liked”. That’s for wimps on
the internet. God gave me certain talents, and I am using them as He directs me
– kicking liberal, atheistic, communist, jihadist, anti-American butt whenever
I get in range.
Several times a week I offer up what I call the “Writer’s
Prayer” to Jesus Christ our Savior: “Let
the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be always acceptable in
thy sight – O Lord, my Strength and my Redeemer.” It really inspires me. I know
I’m in tune with the Master.
Well, go get ‘em,
soldier. You have a great future ahead of you. I have a great future in
my past. You’re gonna make us all proud. Be a fighter. And a killer. If you are
killing for people who need freedom – and we all do – then you’re on the right
side.
Stay in touch, young man. If you ever need help, I’m there.
Your pal and fan, Verne Strickland.
Friday, August 28, 2015
VERNE STRICKLAND CHRISTIAN CONSERVATIVE WRITER/ PHOTOGRAPHER/ PRODUCER
VERNE STRICKLAND
CHRISTIAN
CONSERVATIVE WRITER/ PHOTOGRAPHER/ PRODUCER
July 17, 2015
Verne Strickland’s career in communications has focused on business,
politics, current affairs, agriculture and international trade.
A native North Carolinian, Verne,
an active 78 years of age, has honed his media skills through professional
experience on the Internet, and in broadcasting, audiovisual productions, newspaper
and magazine journalism, public relations and advertising.
Verne was hired in 1966 by Jesse
A. Helms, renowned conservative commentator, who later became a prominent U.S.
Senator – Chairman of the U.S. Senate Agriculture Committee, then as Chairman
of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee.
Helms mentored the young reporter Verne Strickland, and helped to shape
his rock-solid conservative philosophy.
Verne left television to join Jesse’s successful 1982-84 re-election
campaign, serving as media consultant -- writing and producing radio,
television and newspaper political advertisements. He voiced many of Helms’
most effective commercials during that campaign, which are still considered a standard
of excellence in both State and National political circles
A major achievement for Verne was the production
in 1983 of ‘KGB: THE LIE AND THE TRUTH’— a 2 ½ television special aired to
national audiences in prime time on Turner Broadcasting Service from Atlanta.
Its objective was to educate and
inform America of the growing threat to freedom in the world under the
domination of the Soviet Union’s feared terror and spying organization, the KGB,
which at the time had made alarming incursions into U.S.
Produced under the auspices of
Jesse Helms’ Coalition for Freedom, the powerful program generated a flood of
viewer mail expressing alarm about the Soviet threat. It also raised
considerable money for the Senator’s re-election bid.
As a news broadcaster, Verne anchored programs for sixteen years on
WRAL-TV in Raleigh, NC. His voice was heard daily on the NC News Network and
Capitol Agribusiness Network. He wrote and produced a number of
highly-acclaimed documentary films in English as well as many foreign
languages, including Russian, Japanese, Chinese, Korean, German, French,
Portuguese and Spanish.
Verne is a 1959 graduate of East
Carolina University at Greenville, NC, and recipient of the University’s
Outstanding Alumni Award. He also has been presented the Broadcaster of the
Year Award by the National Association of Farm Broadcasters.
His career in news and
audiovisual production has taken him to over thirty countries, including China,
Japan, Taiwan, Egypt, Germany, England, Norway and the USSR. He was the first
U.S. journalist to receive the “E” Award for Export Promotion – a Presidential
Citation presented by President Richard Nixon.
During his television years he
was a popular after-dinner speaker and humorist, entertaining State and
National professional and civic organizations.
In 1983 he formed and managed Verne Strickland Communications, a successful
multi-media company providing specialized communications and marketing services
to leading advertising agencies, agribusiness companies and government
agencies.
Now retired in Wilmington, Verne
is enjoying free-lance writing, photography and production of his popular Christian
conservative political blog USA DOT COM, seen also on Verne Strickland
Facebook.
He and his wife, Durrene, have
been married for 55 years, and make their home in the Echo Farms community of
Wilmington, NC. The Stricklands have three sons and two grandchildren.
They both are long-time
registered members of the Republican Party, where they are recognized as loyal
conservative activists.
As a young man, Verne won the
coveted rank of Eagle Scout, as well as the God and Country Award. He attended
the 1953 National Boy Scout Jamboree in California. He was an acolyte, lay
reader, and member of the Youth Choir at St. John’s Episcopal Church in
Battleboro, NC.
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Sunday, August 23, 2015
WILMINGTON SHARES LARGEST RALLY IN HISTORY OF U.S. PRO-LIFE MOVEMENT

By Verne Strickland, August 27, 2015.
The people
gathered on Sixteenth and Seventeenth Streets in Wilmington on a sunny Saturday
morning would not draw attention at a shopping mall. Or a Little League ball
game. Or a church picnic.
Except for
one clue. These American moms, college kids and even a grandfather carried
homemade signs which proclaimed their dead-serious challenge to Planned
Parenthood, a nationwide abortion organization responsible for a staggering
number of infant deaths –
“infanticide”, if you please –
across the United States.
One of the
protesters was Shannon Tyson, who describes herself as “a mom. It’s my
full-time job. Part-time I am a post-partem doulah in the community, so I
support families when they bring their babies home.”
Add up the
two activities and you are talking about a serious but sunny young lady who is
devoted to motherhood and all that goes with it – including joining with others of like mind to stand on
a city thoroughfare and make a public statement to “stop the slaughter” of
innocent babies in the mother’s womb. (The “pro-choice” ladies have broadened
the rules of the abortion “game”, of course, to the point where babies are born
and then killed. And it even gets worse.
Shannon, who
lives in Wilmington, told me why she was on hand to join in the protest of the
abortion profession’s highly controversial modus operandi.
“This is
about a group of concerned citizens hoping to stop the abortion industry and
the atrocities that are happening at Planned Parenthood. We are organizing
under the national protest of the Planned Parenthood Association. I just have a heart for this, and God used
those awful videos to reignite this fire, and the people here have been
enthusiastic and ready to let their voices be heard. So it was the Lord that got me
interested – having my own son, learning
more about the issues through the videos and other information. Like the others
here, I hope to accomplish a lot of awareness and reach people who don’t know
what’s going on.”
As we talked
curbside, many of the autos passing by honked approval of the demonstration. It
was impossible to run the gauntlet between the anti-abortion protesters lining
both sides of the four-lane thoroughfare without being aware of what was going
on.
America has
become desensitized to rowdy demonstrations which even implode into riots,
shootings and fire-bombings. So the
civil and respectful gatherings which typify these public statements by
abortion opponents stand in stark contrast to the often raucous and ugly
outbursts which have been described in the headlines over the summer of 2015
where racial divisions provided the incendiary mix.
Planned parenthood: Quick Facts
According to their latest annual report (2013-2014), Planned Parenthood
reports that their affiliates performed 327,166
abortions- that's more than 30%
of the estimated 1.058 million abortions performed annually in the United
States.
Based on Planned Parenthood's most recent annual report, an unborn baby dies every 96 seconds inside a Planned Parenthood clinic.
Planned Parenthood's revenues for 2013-2014 exceeded $1.3 billion. They report that 41% of their
income came in the form of "Government Health Services Grants and
Reimbursements."
For
20-year-old Isaac Sawyer, who traveled to Wilmington from Sampson County, the
motivations were personal and nothing short of gut-wrenching.
“In 1994
when my mom was pregnant with me,” said the lanky, bearded Sawyer, “the doctors
said I would be retarded because of downe syndrome. They encouraged her to have an abortion, saying
I would be a hazard to my other siblings, and they threatened to call Child Protective Services to have her other
children seized if she didn’t have an abortion.
Mother stood her ground and did not go through with that, and here I am
today – perfectly fine, never had any mental problems, top of my class.”
Today the
baby marked for death by an abortion doctor just graduated from Sampson
Community College with an associates degree in horticulture. He is engaged and
working at a wholesale plant nursery near Dunn.
He has become an effective advocate for the unborn.
“It is wrong
that one person can end the life of another,” said Isaac. “People have no right
to murder others, saying they should have an abortion because the baby might
have mental problems. So I want to protect those who can’t speak for
themselves.
He said his
fiancée and her family “did a little research” on the Planned Parenthood clinic
on Tradd Court in Wilmington. The
abortion center is just blocks from where the demonstrations took place on
Seventeenth Street across from New Hanover Regional Medical Center.
Here is some
information the Planned Parenthood center at Tradd Court in Wilmington provies
about its abortion clinics:
Abortion is a safe and legal way to end pregnancy.
Abortions are very common. In fact, 3 out of 10
women in the U.S. have an abortion by the time they are 45 years old.
If you are pregnant, you have options. If you are trying to decide
if abortion is the right choice for you, you probably have many things to think
about. Learning the facts about abortion may help you in making your decision.
You may also want to learn more about parenting and adoption.
If you are under 18, your state may require one or both of
your parents to give permission for your abortion or be told of your decision
prior to the abortion. However, in most states you can ask a judge to excuse
you from these requirements. Learn more about parental consent for abortion.
Only you can decide what is best for you. But we are here to help.
A staff member at your local Planned Parenthood health center can
discuss abortion and all of your options with you and help you find the
services you need.
- See more at: http://www.plannedparenthood.org/learn/abortion/#sthash.CHd3cx3x.dpuf
Also at the
Wilmington rally to expose Planned Parenthood and its slaughter by abortion was
Richard Fimbel. A veteran of the Viet
Nam War, he says, “I have some associated problems, but am doing okay with
God’s help.” He and his wife Mary
operate a prominent non-profit organization --
Andrew’s Toy Box --dedicated to providing special packages filled with
toys, crafts and books to children with life-threatening or chronic
illnesses. The charity group is
affiliated with St. Mark’s Church, and partners with local hospitals and
hospice organizations from its
headquarters at 607 Salo St. Wilmington NC.
“I’m here at
this right-to-life rally to stand up for the precious unborn babies, because we
believe life begins at conception, and should be defended and respected. We want to increase awareness – so parents
will not abort them.”
To this
reporter, she said, “We need a million more just like you out here spreading
the word. Education and awareness are what drives the public outcry against
abortion. The issue is ignored by most of the general news media.”
She observed
that 3,000 babies aborted daily in the United States every day – and three are
killed by abortion each day in Wilmington.
“It’s an
atrocity,” said Mary Fimbrel. “They’re not globs of cells – they’re human
beings. What is happening is barbaric.”
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Beheaded at whim and worked to death: Japan's repugnant treatment of Allied PoWs
Beheaded at whim and worked to death: Japan's repugnant treatment of Allied PoWs
Last updated August 19, 2015
vs: Already the headlines of the dropping of the atomic bombs on Japan have receded from the news, and from the memories of Americans -- and Japanese? In Japan, much is made each year over the "inhumanity" of the U.S. to have done such a thing. Media in both America and Japan belabor this point. When I came across this story today, I thought it would be useful to balance the record. This should serve that noble purpose.
The sheer brutality of the battle for the Far East defies imagination. And in a new book, historian Max Hastings argues that Japanese intransigence made it far worse.
Yesterday, he explained why America had to drop the atomic bomb on Hiroshima. Here, in the final part of our exclusive serialisation, he reveals how the West was stunned when it emerged how cruelly their prisoners of war had suffered...
As the men of the victorious British 14th Army advanced through Burma on the road to Mandalay in January 1945 they encountered Japanese savagery towards prisoners.
After a battle, the Berkshires found dead British soldiers beaten, stripped of their boots and suspended by electric flex upside down from trees. This sharpened the battalion's sentiment against their enemy.
Back in Britain it was beginning to emerge that such inhumanity was not confined to the battlefield.
Men who had escaped from Japanese captivity brought tales of brutality so extreme that politicians and officials censored them for fear of the Japanese imposing even more terrible sufferings upon tens of thousands of PoWs who remained in their hands.
The US government suppressed for months the first eyewitness accounts of the 1942 Bataan death march in the Philippines on which so many captured American GIs perished, and news of the beheadings of shot-down aircrew.

In official circles a reluctance persisted to believe the worst. As late as January 1945, a Foreign Office committee concluded that it was only in some outlying areas that there might be ill-treatment by rogue military officers.
A few weeks later, such thinking was discredited as substantial numbers of British and Australian PoWs were freed in Burma and the Philippines.
Their liberators were stunned by stories of starvation and rampant disease; of men worked to death in their thousands, tortured or beheaded for small infractions of discipline.
More than a quarter of Western PoWs lost their lives in Japanese captivity. This represented deprivation and brutality of a kind familiar to Russian and Jewish prisoners of the Nazis in Europe, yet shocking to the American, British and Australian public.
It seemed incomprehensible that a nation with pretensions to civilisation could have defied every principle of humanity and the supposed rules of war.
The overwhelming majority of Allied prisoners were taken during the first months of the Far East war when the Philippines, Dutch East Indies, Hong Kong, Malaya and Burma were overrun.
As disarmed soldiers milled about awaiting their fate in Manila or Singapore, Hong Kong or Rangoon, they contemplated a life behind barbed wire with dismay, but without the terror that their real prospects merited.
They had been conditioned to suppose that surrender was a misfortune that might befall any fighting man.
In the weeks that followed, as their rations shrank, medicines vanished, and Japanese policy was revealed, they learned differently. Dispatched to labour in jungles, torrid plains or mines and quarries, they grew to understand that, in the eyes of their captors, they had become slaves.
They had forfeited all fundamental human respect. A Japanese war reporter described seeing American prisoners - "men of the arrogant nation which sought to treat our motherland with unwarranted contempt.
"As I gaze upon them, I feel as if I am watching dirty water running from the sewers of a nation whose origins were mongrel, and whose pride has been lost. Japanese soldiers look extraordinarily handsome, and I feel very proud to belong to their race."
As prisoners' residual fitness ebbed away, some abandoned hope and acquiesced to a fate that soon overtook them. A feeling of loneliness was a contributory factor in the deaths of many, particularly the younger ones.
The key to survival was adaptability. It was essential to recognise that this new life, however unspeakable, represented reality.
Those who pined for home, who gazed tearfully at photos of loved ones, were doomed. Some men could not bring themselves to stomach unfamiliar, repulsive food. "They preferred to die rather than to eat what they were given," said US airman Doug Idlett.
"The ones who wouldn't eat died pretty early on," said Corporal Paul Reuter. "I buried people who looked much better than me. I never turned down anything that was edible."
Australian Snow Peat saw a maggot an inch long, and said: "Meat, you beauty! You've got to give it a go. Think they're currants in the Christmas pudding. Think they're anything."
But in the shipyards near Osaka, two starving British prisoners ate lard from a great tub used for greasing the slipway. It had been treated with arsenic to repel insects. They died.
Prisoners were bereft of possessions. Mel Rosen owned a loincloth, a bottle and a pot of pepper. Many PoWs boasted only the loincloth. Even where there were razor blades, shaving was unfashionable, shaggy beards the norm.
In the midst of all this, they were occasionally permitted to dispatch cards home, couched in terms that mocked their condition, and phrases usually dictated by their jailers. "Dear Mum & all," wrote Fred Thompson from Java to his family in Essex, "I am very well and hope you are too.
"The Japanese treat us well. My daily work is easy and we are paid. We have plenty of food and much recreation. Goodbye, God bless you, my love to you all."
Thompson expressed reality in the privacy of his diary: "Somehow we keep going. We are all skeletons, just living from day to day. This life just teaches one not to hope or expect anything. My emotions are non-existent."
Prisoner Paul Reuter slept on the top deck of a three-tier bunk in his camp. When disease and vitamin deficiency caused him to go blind for three weeks, no man would change places to enable him to sleep at ground level.
"Some people would steal," he said. "There was a lot of barter, then bitterness about people who reneged on the deals.
"There were only a few fights, but a lot of arguing - about places in line, about who got a spoonful more."
This was a world in which gentleness was neither a virtue that commanded esteem, nor a quality that promoted survival.
Philip Stibbe, in Rangoon Jail, wrote: "We became hardened and even callous. Bets were laid about who would be next to die. Everything possible was done to save the lives of the sick, but it was worse than useless to grieve over the inevitable."
Self-respect was deeply discounted. Every day, prisoners were exposed to their own impotence. Rosen watched Japanese soldiers kick ailing Americans into latrine pits: "You don't know the meaning of frustration until you've had to stand by and take that."
Almost every prisoner afterwards felt ashamed that he had stood passively by while the Japanese beat or killed his comrades. And prisoners hated the necessity to bow to every Japanese, whatever his rank and whatever theirs. No display of deference shielded them from the erratic whims of their masters.
Japanese behaviour vacillated between grotesquery and sadism. Ted Whincup laboured on the notorious Burma railway, a 250-mile track carved through mountain and dense jungle.
The commandant insisted that the prisoners' four-piece band should muster outside the guardroom and play "Hi, ho, hi, ho, it's off to work we go" - the tune from Snow White - each morning as skeletal inmates shambled forth to their labours.
If guards here took a dislike to a prisoner, they killed him with a casual shove into a ravine.
The Japanese seemed especially ill-disposed towards tall men, whom they obliged to bend to receive punishment, usually administered with a cane.
One day Airman Fred Jackson was working on an airfield on the coral island of Ambon when, for no reason, six British officers were paraded in line, and one by one punched to the ground by a Japanese warrant officer.
A trooper of the 3rd Hussars, being beaten by a guard with a rifle, raised an arm to ward off blows and was accused of having struck the man. After several days of beatings, he was tied to a tree and bayoneted to death.
An officer of the Gordons who protested against sick men being forced to work was also tied to a tree, beneath which guards lit a fire and burnt him like some Christian martyr.
Although Labour on the notorious Burma railway represented the worst fate that could befall an Allied PoW, shipment to Japan as a slave labourer also proved fatal to many.
In June 1944, the commandant in Hall Romney's camp announced to the prisoners that their job on the railway was done. They were now going to Japan.
Conditions in the holds of transport ships were always appalling, sometimes fatal. Overlaid on hunger and thirst was the threat of US submarines. The Japanese made no attempt to identify ships carrying PoWs. At least 10,000 perished following Allied attacks.
RAOC wireless mechanic Alf Evans was among 1,500 men on the Kachidoki Maru when she was sunk. Evans jumped into the water and dog-paddled to a small raft to which three other men were already clinging to.
One had two broken legs, another a dislocated thigh. They were all naked, and coated in oil. A Japanese destroyer arrived, and began to pick up survivors - but only Japanese.
Evans paddled to a lifeboat left empty after its occupants were rescued, and climbed aboard, joining two Gordon Highlanders. They hauled in other men, until they were 30 strong.
After three days and nights afloat, they were taken aboard a Japanese submarine-hunter. The captain reviewed the bedraggled figures paraded on his deck, and at first ordered them thrown over the side. Then he changed his mind and administered savage beatings all round.
Eventually the prisoners were transferred-to the hold of a whaling factory ship, in which they completed their journey to Japan. Filthy and almost naked, they were landed on the dockside and marched through the streets, between lines of watching Japanese women, to a cavalry barracks. There they were clothed in sacking and dispatched to work 12-hour shifts in the furnaces of a chemical work.
Many prisoners' feet were so swollen by beriberi that in the desperate cold of a Japanese winter, they could not wear shoes. Even under such blankets as they had, men shivered at night, for there was no heating in their barracks.
At Stephen Abbott's camp when prisoners begged for relief, the commandant said contemptuously: "If you wish to live you must become hardened to cold, as Japanese are. You must teach your men to have strong willpower - like Japanese."
Yet by 1944 the death rate in most Japanese camps had declined steeply from the earlier years. The most vulnerable were gone. Those who remained were frail, often verging on madness, but possessed a brute capacity to endure that kept many alive to the end.
Out of fairness, it should be noted that there were instances in which PoWs were shown kindness, even granted means to survive through Japanese compassion.
In his camp, Doug Idlett told a Japanese interpreter he had beriberi "and the next day he handed me a bottle of Vitamin B. I never saw him again, but I felt that he had contributed to me being alive."
Lt Masaichi Kikuchi, commanding an airfield defence unit in Singapore early in 1945, was allotted a labour force of 300 Indian PoWs. The officer who handed over the men said carelessly: "When you're finished, you can do what you like with them. If I was you, I'd shove them into a tunnel with a few demolition charges."
Kikuchi could do no such thing. When two Indians escaped and were returned after being re-captured, he did not execute them, as he should have done. He thought it unjustified.
The point of such stories is not that they contradict an overarching view of the Japanese as ruthless and sadistic in their treatment of despised captives. It is that, as always in human affairs, the story deserves shading.
There was undoubtedly some maltreatment of German and Japanese PoWs in Allied hands. This is not to suggest moral equivalence, merely that few belligerents in any war can boast unblemished records in the treatment of prisoners, as events in Iraq have recently reminded us.
Since 1945, pleas have been entered in mitigation of what the Japanese did to prisoners in the Second World War. First there was the administrative difficulty of handling unexpectedly large numbers of captives in 1942.
This has some validity. Many armies in modern history have encountered such problems in the chaos of victory, and their prisoners have suffered.
Moreover, food and medical supplies were desperately short in many parts of the Japanese empire. Western prisoners, goes this argument, merely shared privations endured by local civilians and Japanese soldiers.
Such claims might be plausible, but for the fact that prisoners were left starving and neglected even where means were available to alleviate pain. There is no record of PoWs at any time or place being adequately fed.
The Japanese maltreated captives as a matter of policy, not necessity. The casual sadism was so widespread, that it must be considered institutional.
There were so many arbitrary beheadings, clubbings and bayonetings that it is impossible to dismiss these as unauthorised initiatives by individual officers and men.
A people who adopt a code which rejects the concept of mercy towards the weak and afflicted seem to place themselves outside the pale of civilisation. Japanese sometimes justify their inhumanity by suggesting that it was matched by equally callous Allied bombing of civilians.
Japanese moral indignation caused many US aircrew captured in 1944-45 to be treated as "war criminals". Eight B-29 crewmen were killed by un-anaesthetised vivisection carried out in front of medical students at a hospital. Their stomachs, hearts, lungs and brain segments were removed.
Half a century later, one doctor present said: "There was no debate among the doctors about whether to do the operations - that was what made it so strange."
Any society that can indulge such actions has lost its moral compass. War is inherently inhumane, but the Japanese practised extraordinary refinements of inhumanity in the treatment of those thrown upon their mercy. Some of them knew it.
In Stephen Abbott's camp, little old Mr Yogi, the civilian interpreter, told the British officer: "The war has changed the real Japan. We were much as you are before the war - when the army had not control. You must not think our true standards are what you see now."
Yet, unlike Mr Yogi, the new Japan that emerged from the war has proved distressingly reluctant to confront the historic guilt of the old. Its spirit of denial contrasted starkly with the penitence of postwar Germany.
Though successive Japanese prime ministers expressed formal regret for Japan's wartime actions, the country refused to pay reparations to victims, or to acknowledge its record in school history texts.
I embarked upon this history of the war with a determination to view Japanese conduct objectively, thrusting aside nationalistic sentiments. It proved hard to sustain lofty aspirations to detachment in the face of the evidence of systemic Japanese barbarism, displayed against Americans and Europeans but on a vastly wider scale against their fellow Asians.
In modern times, only Hitler's SS has matched militarist Japan in rationalising and institutionalising atrocity. Stalin's Soviet Union never sought to dignify its great killings as the acts of gentlemen, as did Hirohito's nation.
It is easy to perceive why so many Japanese behaved as they did, conditioned as they were. Yet it remains difficult to empathise with those who did such things, especially when Japan still rejects its historic legacy.
Many Japanese today adopt the view that it is time to bury all old grievances - those of Japan's former enemies about the treatment of prisoners and subject peoples, along with those of their own nation about firebombing, Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
"In war, both sides do terrible things," former Lt Hayashi Inoue argued in 2005. "Surely after 60 years, the time has come to stop criticising Japan for things done so long ago."
Wartime Japan was responsible for almost as many deaths in Asia as was Nazi Germany in Europe. Germany has paid almost £3billion to 1.5 million victims of the Hitler era. But Japan goes to extraordinary lengths to escape any admission of responsibility, far less of liability for compensation, towards its wartime victims.
Most modern Japanese do not accept the ill-treatment of subject peoples and prisoners by their forebears, even where supported by overwhelming evidence, and those who do acknowledge it incur the disdain or outright hostility of their fellow-countrymen for doing so.
It is repugnant the way they still seek to excuse, and even to ennoble, the actions of their parents and grandparents, so many of whom forsook humanity in favour of a perversion of honour and an aggressive nationalism which should properly be recalled with shame.
The Japanese nation is guilty of a collective rejection of historical fact. As long as such denial persists, it will remain impossible for the world to believe that Japan has come to terms with the horrors it inflicted.
• Abridged extract from NEMESIS: THE BATTLE FOR JAPAN 1944-45 by Max Hastings, published by HarperPress on October 1 at £25. Max Hastings 2007. To order a copy at £22.50 (p&p free), call 0845 606 4213
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