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Fumio Obato feat

MediaAugust 9, 2017

The comic strip journalist who reports on the fallout from Fukushima

Fumio Obato feat

On the eve of his appearance at a Victoria University event in Wellington, comic book author Fumio Obata talks to Guy Somerset about his ongoing project chronicling the aftermath of the Fukushima tsunami and nuclear disaster.

At art school, Fumio Obata was taught the importance of “the theme, having something of your own, something only you can do”. The theme that has preoccupied Obata for the past five years is one he has truly made his own. He has been chronicling, through striking comic book reportage, the devastating consequences of the magnitude 9.1 earthquake that struck off the northeast Pacific coast of Japan in March 2011, causing a tsunami and meltdowns and radioactive contamination at the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear plant.

Published in Italian magazine Internazionale and on his website, Obata’s comic strips capture the long-term effects of Fukushima and explore some of the knotty social, political and environmental issues raised by the disaster and its aftermath. The strips are destined to become his second book, his first being 2014’s internationally successful graphic novel Just So Happens, for which The Observer reviewer Rachel Cooke praised his “crazily accomplished” storytelling and described him as “a talent to watch”.

Reviews like that – and there were plenty more where it came from – can bring a writer a lot of opportunities and Obata was no exception, but he laughs: “I haven’t used them very well. Terrible, isn’t it? The good guys who had their debuts the same time as me, they are already on to their third or fourth book. Whereas me, I’m just caught up in this massive theme. Strategy-wise, I’m not very good!”

Obata is at Victoria University of Wellington this week as a visiting scholar in its School of Design. While he’s there, he’s taking part in a four-day international symposium on cultural sustainability, including a free public event with fellow writers Australian Ellen van Neerven and New Zealander Pip Adam.

His trip from the UK, where he has lived since 1991, when his Anglophile parents sent him to boarding school there from Japan, was broken with a stop-off in Tokyo and more reporting from the region around Fukushima, where 19,416 people died as a result of the 2011 earthquake and tsunami. There are still 2553 people listed as missing and 123,000 evacuees scattered around the country.

A YouTube video on Obata’s website gives a sense of what such reporting can entail. In it, dressed in a white protective suit, he walks through an eerily desolate ghost town that is about two kilometres from Fukushima and part of the designated exclusion zone.

“If you become friends with a resident, they have a pass and you can go there with them,” he says. He and his friend wore protective suits, but clear-up and other workers don’t. “They don’t become ill. They say it is fine. Even in the exclusion zone, it’s not all equally radioactive. Because particles are not going to be evenly dispersed. When you walk around with the Geiger counter, you notice that sometimes the figure is very low, then you go several feet away from that spot and the figure jumps up. Even outside the exclusion zone, if you go to the bits closest to the zone you find the figures are very high.”

Obata’s reporting, which he describes as “a kind of journalism, but I’m more doing my philosophical take on it”, begins with him taking photographs and recording interviews.

“Because I’m trying to structure a narrative, usually it’s the words I start with. I listen to the interviews I did and write down as much as I can. Then I take out the key words, the phrases I think are important, simplifying it. It’s very important simplifying the information. Because what I’m making is a comic strip. It’s not an article, which allows you to have I don’t know how many words: 2000, 3000. I need the space for pictures so I can’t have 3000 words.

“After that, I look at the photographs. Again, I may have about 200 photographs. I have to go through them and use about 10 out of 200. Those photographs are going to be my visual sources. Then I start sketching. All those sketches and rough pictures, they are like pieces of the puzzle. I’ve got a dozen pieces of puzzle with words and phrases and I’ve got the other side of the puzzle with the photographs, and I basically put them together.”

One of the most affecting stories Obata tells is that of Norio Kimura, whose father, wife and seven-year-old youngest daughter Yūna were lost in the tsunami. While the bodies of his father and wife were found in April 2011, Yūna’s remained missing. After the official search for her ended, Kimura continued looking, taking 1000km round trips to do so. After five years and nine months, a piece of bone was discovered that DNA testing proved was one of Yūna’s.

“Yūna was torn apart into small pieces, taken away with contaminated debris, now stored around anonymously,” reads one of the story’s panels. “Had they done the search longer and more carefully from the start, she could have been found a lot earlier, with her body almost intact too.”

The story ends with a panel reading: “A child has been left out alone in the shadow of the reconstruction. And her presence now poses a lot of questions to us.”

This is emotionally momentous material, very different to some of Obata’s other work, be it his 2004 anime of Duran Duran’s song Careless Memories for their then stage show or the short comic about the art of pencil sharpening you’ll find on his website.

Getting it right must weigh upon him, one imagines: these are hugely significant events and he’s almost certainly the only person who’s going to approach them in this form.

“Yeah, big pressure,” he says. “It’s very difficult to do. I appreciate people allow me to talk to them. Some say no, of course. I’ve heard tragic stories but they’ve asked me not to write about it. It’s interesting because they wanted to share that with somebody, somebody who’s not shared the same experience they have.

“The father I met is very vocal because he’s angry. He’s just full of anger. He’s trying to change something about the law, for the love of his daughter. It’s very moving. That’s why he basically opened up to me. His story is still developing and he’s still searching for the remains of his daughter.”

Another panel in the same story is of a city skyline at night and reads: “The nuclear plant was built to provide electricity to the capital region. By knowing Fukushima today, Tokyo could look arrogant, with all the excess of lights and luxury.”

It’s a point elegantly distilled – even poetically so.

But Obata is not one to cast simplistic blame. “It is something I have to tell people, especially my students [at the University of Gloucester and other universities around the UK where he teaches as a guest lecturer] when they try to do something about the world. They are angry young men, angry young people, but there are layers to things. There’s no right or wrong; the people are goodies and the people are baddies as well.

“When a tragedy happens, we tend to think there’s a victim and there’s an offender. There’s going to be people who get accused and there are victims who get all the sympathy from the public. But sometimes it’s not like that. Sometimes you can’t make things black and white.

“What’s happening with nuclear is one of these things. If you start reading just a short history of the nuclear industry, or nuclear technology, you see a lot of people believe in the technology and I can’t blame them, because I can’t prove them wrong. They get accused and the people who accuse them have right things to say and I can’t blame them either.

“So basically there are no answers to it and it’s very uncomfortable for the human mind not to have answers. You need a bit of patience and courage to accept that. This is one of the things I am going to say at the end, I think: it’s difficult to accept an open ending but you’ve got to have the courage.”

As for Tokyo: “The consumption of energy really helped to establish today’s Japan’s reputation. And I’m part of it. I can’t really criticise it. I just have to take in the contradiction and try to respond.”

Responding to this and the other contradictions he’s encountered in the past five years still has a way to run for Obata. Asked if he’s going to make the 2018 publication date his website gives for his book, he laughs: “Nah, of course not. I just have to put a lot of energy into it and hope the pictures can deliver the intensity of what I’ve seen.”

Fumio Obata is in a creative conversation with fellow writers Ellen van Neerven and Pip Adam at Wai-te-ata Press on Victoria University of Wellington’s Kelburn campus at 6pm–8pm on Thursday 10 August, as part of the University’s International Cultural Sustainability Symposium. The event is free and chaired by Wellington Writers Week manager Mark Cubey.

Guy Somerset is Senior Communications Adviser – Media Content at Victoria University of Wellington.


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Toy soldiers in a ‘firewall’ around laptop

MediaAugust 8, 2017

How my email was hijacked, and how you can stop it happening to you

Toy soldiers in a ‘firewall’ around laptop

A cautionary tale, by Paul Brislen.

It started with an email from a colleague. Could I sign the attached form?

I get this sort of email a lot; no two clients or providers use the same format so it was quite nice to see a link to an online service. I clicked on it.

Almost immediately my anti-virus app went nuts warning me about the dangerous activity I was undertaking and WAS I TOTALLY SURE this was a good idea. Since I’d retrained my anti-virus software from ZOMG UR ON THE INTERNET PANIC NOW mode to a more refined “Hey, you seem to be opening an email. All good?”, this level of red ink on my screen made the pit of my stomach fall away like I was on a roller-coaster.

Almost immediately I got an email from Google wondering if I was logging on from a machine in Nigeria and if that was OK. It decidedly was not, I told Google, and immediately began changing passwords like a mad thing.

Of course, first of all I had to remember my passwords, which is annoying since everything I own auto-logs in as soon as I look at it. Who can remember all those passwords? I barely remember my children’s names; I tend to resort to Thing One and Thing Two. Passwords? Fuggedaboutit.

And then it all went quiet. I had done the right thing and nipped it in the bud. I had a shiny new difficult to remember password on my account and I was 98% sure I hadn’t used that password on anything else that was important, but I changed a few other passwords as well just in case.

I contacted my colleague and sure enough he hadn’t emailed me anything. I suggested he might get someone in to have a look at his machine. Now I think about it, I haven’t heard from him since so I might give him a ring later to see if he’s OK.

At the time I thought no more of it. I’d done my bit – I ran a scan of my PC and various accounts and all was dandy. I wasn’t sending out thousands of emails so I probably wasn’t infected with anything and so, as with all STD close-calls, I breathed a sigh of relief and carried on regardless.

And so it was I had a quiet afternoon on Thursday followed by a sudden realisation over dinner that I hadn’t got any email at all to my work account for ages. I have several accounts for various clients and they’d all been pinging away merrily so I hadn’t immediately noticed the peace and quiet at my work address until late in the day. I made some tentative enquiries on Thursday night (“anyone out there not getting email?”) followed by a full morning on the chat bot and phone to Google trying to sort this mess out.

Apparently spammers will route all your inbound email to the trash as a way of ensuring you don’t notice when everyone in your contact book starts emailing you that you’re spamming everyone with a nasty virus and demanding reparations for the damages done to their systems and the like. It’s usually a great way to make new friends and to really tell your client base that you know what you’re doing. Former clients, that is.

Fortunately, I had managed to change my password before they really took control of my account and locked me out entirely, and so the moral of this cautionary tale is simple: set up two-factor authentication.

What, I hear you ask, is two-factor authentication (2FA to the cool kids)? It’s all that stands between your inbox and reputational Armageddon and I encourage everyone to turn it on.

All the major banks use it, as does your email provider and most of your social media accounts. In essence you give the service access to your mobile phone number and whenever you (or someone pretending to be you) wants to make a major change (like to your password, or your address, or anything remotely sensitive) it sends a text to the number you’ve nominated. So, when Rattus Baggus decides to steal your identity, the first thing that happens is your phone gets a text saying “Hey, we see you want to change this important thing. Here is a PIN number to let you do just that” at which point you can say “Gadzooks, I never asked for such a thing! What the dickens is going on?” and generally react with alacrity and speed.

Turn it on. Turn it on at once and turn it on for anything that has any value in your life.

You might think your Facebook page isn’t all that important but consider how much free time you won’t have if your Facebook page gets taken over by Nigerian spammers and Dear Old Auntie May infects her mah-jong group with your filth. If you think calling your old girlfriends/boyfriends to explain about an STD is tough, you haven’t tried to explain ransomware to someone who has only just come to grips with Internet Explorer.

And while we’re at it, here’s a tip for anyone with a password.

Write it down.

Seriously, now. Make it insanely complicated and write the damned thing down somewhere. Keep it in your wallet or in a notebook in your bag or somewhere but make it too difficult to guess.

I got this advice from a security expert I interviewed years ago and it flies in the face of everything we were ever told but it’s good nonetheless. Anyone who steals your laptop is more likely to try to sell it at the pub (or similar) and won’t care about the data. Anyone who is after your data won’t care about or have access to your little notebook and so won’t have a chance of breaking in.

Of course, for many, a password manager is the answer, and there are a heap of them out there. But if you don’t like the idea or won’t use one for religious reasons (or because, y’know, you’re old like me) then writing down your passwords and storing them in a safe place beats the past off using the same password for everything.

It also means you can ditch that whole PasswordJanuary123 rubbish and come up with a really good password (I like pass phrases myself) that make hijackers’ jobs that much more difficult.

Give it a go. Hopefully you’ll never have to thank me at all.


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