南京大虐殺・従軍慰安婦強制連行の嘘

Of course, I knew these things were going on; but it is one thing to have the intellectual knowledge, even to look at photographs someone else has taken, and quite another to stand on the scene yourself, seeing' hearing, feeling with your own senses. A strange sort of disturbance entered my mind. Where was it I had felt like that before? The South Pacific? yes; those rotting Japanese bodies in the Biak caves; the load of garbage dumped on dead soldiers in a bomb crater; the green skulls set up to decorate ready room and tents.
　 It seemed impossible that men―civilized men―could degenerate to such a level. Yet they had. Here at camp Dora in Germany; there in the coral caves of Biak. But there, it was we, Americans, who had done such things, we who claimed to stand for something different. We, who claimed that the German was defiling humanity in his treatment of the Jew, were doing the same thing in our treatment of the Jap. "They really are lower than beasts. Every one of ’em ought to be exterminated." How many times had I heard that statement made by American officers in the pacific! "And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?"