Why can’t racism be eliminated? Black lives matter

When I was in my elementary school, I remember looking at the picture of separated restrooms designated for the colors of their skins. The image of black women passing by public restrooms with some English sign put up was striking. At that time, rather than feeling what is good and what is evil, the image left a strong impression on me and without me knowing, the descrimination became latent in me. I learned the ethical thinking through watching movies like “Roots”, “42”, “Power of One”, “Invictus”, and “12 Years a Slave”.

Now we take a lot of things granted and consider them as common sense. But viewpoints change drastically if you stand in a different era. It is more than a half century apart but “stay home”, “wear masks” and “luxuries are your enemy” from WW2 are somewhat connected. 

The discrimination is bad. This simple fact can be violated often. But it is very hard to see each other’s unconscious mind if always separated by sides. If I strongly urge my justice of the community that I’m taking the side, the voice can be a harmful weapon. I would like to keep updating my thoughts and doubting whether it is somewhat biased or not, and always think what if things happen within 30cm radius from me.

Project – Rescue Party 2020

mokumoku studio participated in the project called “Rescue Party 2020” run by Desert Island, a famous comic book store in Brooklyn, NY. The project is a series of comics submitted by artists from all over the world, dreaming about a utopian future post-coronavirus and the chosen pieces are posted on Instagram.

I’m super excited to announce that my piece is now up!! They are trying to print a book of the project as well, I’ll share the information once we know more about it!

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Time is limited

I must take the armor off from my inner self. I need to do it one by one. Otherwise I can’t even tell where my heart is.

The armor is necessary. At work. In this society.  Like a boxer who is about to get up on the ring, I need to turn the fighting mode on.  

I should not be staggered by a punch or two. But it is so hard to turn the fighting mode off. Without giving up the fighting mode, I can’t hear my real voice. It is awful to feel that I’m lying to myself. 

I have to dive deep in myself otherwise this paper will be left blank forever. 

tomoko