It was the day that we were all waiting for… the night before there was a memorial ceremony held on behalf of all the past survivors that attended the tribunal 10 years ago..65 survivors from across Asia flew to Japan to testify.

During this memorial they also recognized many supporters, activist that have also passed away in the 10 years… It was a strange feeling sitting in the chapel as one by one people were going up front saying a few words about the people that have passed away.

It was depressing to say the least as though all the survivors have passed away already… I kept thinking is this the end? the end of the movement? the end of the fight? There is still so much to do I thought…..

Then I looked around the room and I can see the faces of activist and supporters that haven been committed to this issue since day 1…. I can’t imagine how difficult it is to watch friends and colleagues pass away before reaching a resolution that they all set forth together… But maybe its not just about getting a resolution at the end of the day?


On the day of the symposium over 300 people gathered at the Tokyo University auditorium for the 10 year anniversary of the Women’s International War Crimes Tribunal.
The entire event took place from 10am to 6:30pm and was filled with academics to members of the judicial system and three survivors from Korea, Philippines, and China.


I want to confess I always feel uncomfortable watching survivors under a hot beaming light on a stage speaking in front of hundreds of strangers.


Especially while having a condom waved in front of their face . I wanted to cry as I held the camera steady on the tripod, watching 84 year old grandma Wei timidly reminiscing that horrific time in her life.


I couldn’t bare watching her son jump to the ground banging his head on the wooden stage begging for forgiveness and apologizing for being born as he is a product of one of the rapes she was forced to endure.

The audience stared silently with their hands over their mouth. 10 minutes later they were off the stage and lola Narcisa went on stage to recount her past.
Watching all this unfold on stage reconfirmed the importance of capturing the grandmothers lives away from the stage and away from the testimonies. Because its vital for people to see the individuals behind the horrific stories and for the survivors to have the space to identify themselves beyond a victim.
