Sunday, 31 July 2022

Election Day...

 ... like no other... (191/365, 10 July 2022)

The election is overshadowed of course by Abe's death on Friday, still referred to as 'a shooting' rather than 'assassination'. Usually I was patiently for the day to pass, watching the hourly updates on voter turnout, preparing my notes and charts and seats and swings and pendulums. Sadly, I really like election days, here and in Australia and in rather nerdy ways I'm afraid. I really can't say how I ended up at this end of political science but, I find it is a fascinating insight into what kind of society we want to make. More on that elsewhere though. 

This afternoon, I went for a walk around to my local polling place, one of the neighbourhood schools. Previously, when I was staying with friends, I have been able to walk into the polling place with them (though not into the booth itself) and it is remarkably similar to Australian polling places. Here, voters write the name of their preferred candidate and/or party on the ballot papers. More first past the post than Australia's preferential system. 

It was late afternoon by the time I got around to the school. No sign of democracy sausages of course, and although not a lot of people, those there went about their civic duty. 

The morning paper

Polling place sign

All the posters outside the polling place, 
one last look before you decide your vote 






My shirt for the occasion, I found at a market a few weeks ago


Not really expecting a big push in votes for Abe's party per se, though some of my students did say they would now think about voting, where previously they might not have. 

Pics on the iPhone 12 mini, didn't want to stay out too much. 



Monday, 11 July 2022

Back on the hustings...

...after some consideration  ... (190/365, 9 Jul 2022)

Obviously, in the first instance, in the wake of yesterday's events, there were questions about whether or not candidates and parties should continue their rallies, on what is the biggest day of the campaign trail. Friends, relatives, and even a couple students texted, tweeted, asked that I not go. By late last night however, most parties were of the view that to suspend campaigning would be giving in to violence and democracy is much more important than that. With the day turning into a day of resistance against violence in a democratic society (*more on that later, on the other blog), of course, I had to go and gauge the mood. The morning papers were consistent in their messaging.


I started in the morning with a short bus trip to Akabane Station, where I finished up at the end of the
Lower House elections last year, coincidentally to hear another Japan Communist Party candidate, Tamura Tomoko. There was a reasonable crowd there, mostly JCP loyalists, and notably, in addition to the usual signs and placards, new ones made overnight deploring the violence that led to Abe's death, and that democracy should not be defeated by senseless violence. People were angry about the killing, in the circumstances of what is considered an important part of Japan's election campaigning. It could so easily happen anywhere...could it not?

Tamura campaigned from the top of her truck before climbing down to mingle with the crowd, though perhaps with a little more haste and a stronger 'watchful eye' presence. Needless to say, when I go to these gigs, I carry my big cam with the 300mm zoom, which I did today. I was more than self-conscious taking it out of my backpack...

Once Tamura moved off to her next stop, ahead of schedule, people did not linger. 












In looking up the schedules, I decided to focus on activities around Ikebukuro Station. Unfortunately, the way the final day goes, you need about four versions of yourself to get around to all the places. Research-wise, my primary interests in these campaigns include the performance of the opposition parties (why can't they defeat the LDP?), and the electoral fortunes of women and minority candidates. Ikebukuro today and into the evening was going to give me that opportunity. 

First stop was Fukushima Mizuho, leader of the now very small Shaminto but with a heritage going back to the Socialist Party. She is a protege of the late Doi Takako, something of a trailblazer for Japanese women in politics. She was a larger than life figure in my graduate student days here (so much so, I wanted to switch my thesis topic to a study on her and women in politics--but was prevented). But Fukushima has carried on Doi's legacy and I have followed her career quite closely. 

I arrived a little early, and spotted Fukushima with her staff a little distance away. I waited nearby and then. somewhat self-consciously thought I might look a little suspicious, watching them (remember, I have a backpack with a camera and a 300mm lens), because this wasn't where they were scheduled to be so I was just watching to see where they were headed. But feeling odd, after yesterday, I did approach them to introduce myself and tell them why I was there. It worked out OK, we had a brief chat and then I followed them to the appointed venue. 

It was a strange feeling, and not something I would have felt the need to do, but for yesterday.










After Fukushima, I wandered back towards the Station where the KokuminMinshuto were rallying people. No candidates or high profile pollies here, just the local members, doing their best.





After a little break, not long enough to go home and come back, I wandered over to the west side of the station where the JCP and Koike's group and star candidate, Araki, were due to hold their stump speeches. 

As I arrived at the West side, Reiwa were packing up and Araki/Koike were setting up, or at least staking out their ground, a little sneakily perhaps because JCP were supposed to be here...hmm.

This is the nature of the final day of hustings, in ordinary times, when everyone seeks to squeeze out the advantage to the very last minute. Campaigning must cease at 8:00pm so the last couple of hours are always hectic. 


Jostling for space


On the way, in a side street, I came across one candidate, on her own, affiliated with the LDP but without the profile of other candidates. And unexpected sight in my travels today. More on these low-profile candidates on the other blog soon. 





Back to the 'main' show...Turned out, to avoid any hassle, JCP moved a couple of blocks up the road. A small sign held by a couple of supporters showed the way. It was at this particular gathering that events of yesterday were apparent. A huge police and security presence; the candidate and party leader set far from the crowd and the usual meet and greet was cancelled for safety reasons. The JCP draw a committed group of supporters, largely because of their very clear pro Article 9 stance. (It is also the party's 100th anniversary this year.)


Another example of signs made overnight abhorring violenc





After the JCP, time to swing by the station again to see Koike and her protege Araki...a kind of drawing the circle I suppose--having first come across Araki at my local station and again at Tachikawa Station, on day one of the campaign (including former PMs Abe and Suga at separate speeches).


These banners, 'hon nin' let us know the candidate is in the house,
I mean, here, on the hustings





There was a rather large crowd assembled, Araki dared to make her way around the crowd, and in the end, even with the 300mm lens, I was too far away to get reasonable pics of Araki and Koike. Notably, although a political rival of Abe, Koike was dressed in black, traditionally apparel for mourning.

I proceeded to get dinner on the way home, the end of another day on the hustings, perhaps my last, an ending I did not anticipate. There is much to tease out.

Most pics today with the self-consciously carried Canon EOS 90D, 70-300mm lens. A couple of pics (Araki close-up) with the iPhone 12 mini.

Tomorrow, we await the result.


 

Sunday, 10 July 2022

Death of a prime minister

 ... a moment in history... (189/365, 8 Jul 2022)

I was off to work early today, another 8:50am class. At the station, the Communist Party was setting up their stall for a bit of spruiking for Sunday's election. Normally I would stop, and chat. Can't stop on these early mornings (they can't start speaking until after 7:00am) so our times didn't match but I stopped to take a pic nonetheless, I'll use it in class at some point, I thought.

The scene was more poignant when I looked again after getting home after midnight


It turned out to be a very different day. At about 11:30am we received news that former PM Abe had 'collapsed' while speaking on the hustings; 'collapsed' turned to 'been shot' (which in a country like Japan where firearms are strictly controlled seemed hard to imagine) and by 5:46pm, his death, having been made official at 5:03pm, was confirmed on TV, not long after his wife Akie, who had travelled from Tokyo to Nara where he was campaigning, arrived at the hospital. 

The newsflash, at 5:46, announcing Abe's death (at 5:03pm)

His schedule for the day, starting in Nara (where he was shot),
he was due to head to Kyoto and then back to Saitama (near Tokyo)


There is much to process about this event. I spend a lot of time during election campaigns going from point to point, 'on the hustings' as the regular reader of this blog will know. I answered several media calls, wanting 'instant' analysis, and yet... I will write at length about this over on the other blog soon. Suffice to say, although political violence is not 'unheard of' in Japan, there is a long history, the circumstances of Abe's death, today, almost on the eve of the Upper House election, were shocking. There will be, as they say, more to come.

The JCP stall this morning took on another meaning when I looked at it again tonight. 

Pics on the iPhone 12 mini.