My return to work in Japan in 2016 was in part motivated by a need to watch Japan’s political machinations once again from the front row, to observe for myself the apparent contradictions between then PM Abe’s nationalist, pro-constitution revision push versus the ongoing preference of the majority of the population to maintain the Article 9 peace clause. The 2012 election slogan “Nippon wo torimodosu” was simultaneously vague to appeal across a wide range, while pointing to a determined “Take back Japan” entreaty by Abe and its multiple levels of meaning.
As someone whose extended observance of Japan’s politics has inevitably been coloured by the all-pervading presence of Abe, these few words here are but a first reflection, an initial reckoning of the changes brought about by this one man’s belief that his grandfather’s political intuition was the right one for Japan. That, of course, is the contention that will be debated for some years to come.
On Saturday, the day before the election, like most others, I was back out on the hustings. Political campaigners and supporters of all persuasions were determined that Abe’s death should not mar what many saw as a key part of the nation’s democratic practice. There was, naturally, a sense of heightened tension. But at the close of campaigning at 8:00pm, people prepared to vote on Sunday at the nation’s polling places, turnout up a little, the anticipated win by the ruling party confirmed shortly after polls had closed.
At the time of writing, the details of the alleged suspect’s motives dominate the daily news cycle, the Abe government’s association with several religious groups including the Unification Church and its affiliates, will warrant more investigation.
Abe was posthumously awarded the country’s highest honour, “The Collar of the Supreme Order of the Chrysanthemum”, the fourth person to achieve the recognition, joining the company of former prime ministers Yoshida, Sato (Abe’s great uncle) and Nakasone. Last week, Prime Minister Kishida Fumio announced Abe would be farewelled in a state funeral in the northern autumn, at the Budokan. So much is still yet to be written.
Donna Weeks