浜のゴジラ
It was July 7, 2022. I was talking to a customer about elections, and they asked me, "Who are you supporting? The Liberal Democratic Party?" If we're talking about politicians, I support Shinzo Abe and Soichiro Takashima. Back in 1994, when Prime Minister Tomiichi Murayama was a hot topic, my homeroom teacher said, "There's someone from Shimonoseki who will become Prime Minister in the future!" Everyone's eyes lit up. When you're a kid, you think being Prime Minister is amazing. And to think someone from Yamaguchi Prefecture, no, from Shimonoseki, would become one. That was Shinzo Abe. There's talk of the "Abe One Strong System," but the Yamaguchi 4th District has been an Abe stronghold since Shinzo Abe's father, Shintaro Abe, was a member of the House of Representatives. His mother worked at a golf course, and Shinzo Abe would come and greet everyone warmly. During elections, Abe himself would support other candidates, and his wife would work hard to support him, saying, "Please support Shinzo Abe!" I've never met Shinzo Abe in person, but I've seen his wife a few times and even shook her hand. I remember feeling something was off in the shopping district in Shimonoseki, and it turned out Shinzo Abe had been there just 15 minutes earlier. It was a near miss. I never imagined things would turn out like this. Setting aside political beliefs and principles, if your mother gets deeply involved in a religion, pours money into it, and then tries to kill a religious group's leader because she resents the group, thinking they're connected to the religion, and targets Shinzo Abe for that reason, taking a life for such a thing is unthinkable. I have a strong dislike for a certain governor in Kyushu, but that doesn't justify committing a crime. When I heard about the incident, my mind was in chaos. I couldn't tell if everything was black or white; it was hard to express. It was truly indescribable. When I heard he passed away in the evening, I couldn't stay calm due to the regret and anger. I couldn't sleep until 3 a.m., so I went to Seven-Eleven. I went to buy food for work today, not for tomorrow, but I was so lost in the feeling of emptiness and loss that I didn't know what to buy. I learned this time that Shinzo Abe was my father's classmate and even Godzilla's classmate. If my father were still alive, he would be 68 this year. Godzilla is also 68 this year. I don't remember what I bought, but oh yeah, there's a Hokkaido Fair at Seven-Eleven now. The pasta from the Italy Fair was really delicious. This Hokkaido-produced salmon rice ball is incredibly delicious. Was cod roe this tasty? Normally, I should say, "May he rest in peace," but I can't pray for his soul. In my mind, Shinzo Abe is not dead. I personally oppose the revision of Article 9 of the Constitution, the explicit mention of the Self-Defense Forces in the Constitution, preemptive attacks on enemy bases, and the joint possession of nuclear weapons, but if Shinzo Abe said it, I thought it must be right for Japan, that's how it should be. I still can't get my feelings in order, but as someone left behind, I want to find something I can do.