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After spending a decade calling everyone you disagreed with a fascist, you’ll forgive me if I don’t lose sleep over calling you a communist.
You taught a generation that political opponents should be branded with history’s darkest labels.
Don’t act shocked when those labels find their way back to you, in spades.
Free speech isn’t free, it has a cost.
And the bill has come due.
USA. A hibachi restaurant. My American friends brought me here to enjoy the cuisine of my homeland, and I witnessed a ritual I have never seen in eight hundred years of being Japanese.
The chef stacked onion rings into a tower. He filled it with oil. And he set it on fire.
"THE VOLCANO!" my friends cheered. They knew the ritual. They had seen it many times. In Japan, I have eaten ten thousand meals. No one has ever built me a volcano.
I said nothing. A guest does not question the ceremony.
"Is this how they do it back home?" my friend asked, glowing with joy.
"...The technique is flawless," I said. A samurai may retreat. He may not lie. He may, however, aim the truth very carefully.
Then the chef flicked a shrimp through the air at my face.
"Catch it!" the table roared.
In my land, food is set before you with two hands and an apology for the wait. Here, the shrimp attacks. I caught it. With my mouth. The table erupted. The chef saluted me with his spatula.
I have received medals with less pride.
"You're a natural," the chef said.
"My family has trained for this for generations," I said. It was not technically a lie. We trained. Just not for this.
My friends drove me home, full and happy, honored to have shown me my own country.
A man does not question the volcano. He catches the shrimp.
Whatever this cuisine is, wherever it was truly born — the fire is real, the joy is real, and I caught what was thrown at me.
That is Japanese enough.