Come on now! That’s racist crazy talk! The very idea that people’s behavior could somehow be determined even a little bit by the same amazing tiny cells inside their bodies that dictate how they grow and look and what diseases they get and… aw, nuts…
I was living just outside of Kobe when the monstrous jishin (earthquake) hit in January 1995 and virtually destroyed the center of a major Japanese city, killing 6,600 people covering a 20-mile swath. I was right in the middle. Down the street from where I lived, a seven-story apartment building ended up being four stories. My next door neighbor died from a collapsed roof. When the quake hit, I thought it was a bomb going off.
Here’s what didn’t happen:
- There was no looting or breaking into food stores.
- There was no time for trying to blame anyone.
- There was no one cutting in the front of the line to get water.
- There were no calls to lawyers.
Here is what did happen…
UPDATE — My husband made a new movie:
