A young refugee woman comes this afternoon to see her husband. She carries one child, while his brother in open-eyed wonder holds onto his mother's clothing. The husband, with a badly fractured skull, cannot recognize them, and the children will be orphans soon. If Japan carries on this war to bring peace to China, as she claims, one rises to ask whether these children will be likely to be pacifists? For years I have considered myself a practical pacifist. I seem to have been wrong for, unless pacifism is strong enough to defend itself against ailcomers, it is no pacifism at all.
Yonder is a boy from Hukow, a fine lad of eight years. He might be your son or mine. A few days ago he was on his father's junk, and a bomb destroyed the whole family except himself. His leg had to be amputated. He goes into spasms of fright whenever the sirens announce a raid or bombs drop and he gets out of bed and hides under it. Some fine day he will be able to express himself, not in spite of his being maimed, but because of it. It is small satisfaction that good will come out of this frightful and inhuman carnage. thereof.
Sufficient unto this day is the evil
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.