Yokoi a murderer
On February 2, 1972, thousands of people stood on the viewing decks of the Tokyo International Airport, holding small Japanese flags, watching as a DC8 plane from Guam touched down and taxied toward them. Tens of millions more reportedly watched the scene on TV.2 As the door to the plane opened, the excited crowd roared with deafening cheers, waving their flags and shouting for its inhabitants to emerge. But when the first figures emerged onto the gangway, reporters at the scene noted, the “shouting abruptly ceased.” The first two men out of the plane, black-suited and grim-faced, carried two boxes wrapped in white cloth, the remains of two soldiers who had died in the Guam jungle eight years earlier. A moment later, a frail-looking man in a dark suit leaned forward and gingerly stepped onto the gangway. “The shouting broke out again as if in one huge voice,” the reporters wrote, growing louder as the man, waving and bowing, his hands trembling, his voice cracking, passed just yards away from the assembled onlookers (Figure 1.1).3
The frail figure, the object of this thunderous reception, was Yokoi Sh
ichi, the Japanese soldier found in the jungles of Guam nine days earlier, an army straggler who after hiding for 28 years, living in a 13-foot hole dug among the roots of a bamboo grove, had emerged as an odd, intriguing remnant of Japan’s imperial past. Consular officials in Guam had marveled at his initial appearance, the long straggly beard and unkempt hair, the tattered clothes fashioned out of pago-tree bark, the anachronistic speech filled with the idioms and ideas of imperial Japan. The next day, his hair cut and his face shaven, he had the first of two press conferences,
detailing his unit’s utter defeat in 1944, his retreat, with several other soldiers, into the jungle, his struggle to procure food and shelter, his leaving of the larger group in 1946 with his comrades Shichi Mikio and Nakahata Satoshi, his final separation, after discord and temporary splits, from these two in 1960, and their death in 1964, the beginning of his eight years of complete isolation.4
This chapter examines the return of Yokoi, exploring, in particular, the speculation that his comrades Shichi and Nakahata, whose remains returned in those cloth-covered boxes, did not die in 1964 of accidental food poisoning but instead were murdered by Yokoi himself. This speculation was but a small aspect of the enormous, frenzied media attention that followed Yokoi’s discovery in 1972, but it offers an intriguing entry into the story of his uncanny return, a narrative of obsession and suspicion, of uneasy celebrity and unwelcome memories, a narrative where dreams of dead comrades and displaced confessions unsettled the public’s fascination with this former soldier in the emperor’s army.
Throughout this chapter, my interest in these speculations lies less in the factual, verifiable circumstances of the two men’s demise and more in the psychical ground upon which speculation of their death flourished; or, to use the psychoanalytic terms that will inform my study, less in the “material truth” of their death and more in the “historical truth” enabled by such an investigation. As defined by Freud in Moses and Monotheism, “historical truth” is a form of truth that “brings a return of the past,” a “distorted,” “delusional” truth that is “spectral, fantasmatic,” it references an event that may never have happened, but that is, nevertheless “more real than reality.”5 It is a form of truth that finds in both specters and speculation, in both Yokoi’s intrusive dreams and the nation’s obsessive fascination with his return, a revelatory mode of truth-telling. The lineaments of this speculation – an imperial soldier perpetrating murderous violence – were not completely unprecedented in the postwar period, of course, but what the Yokoi case so incisively illustrates is how violence by Japanese soldiers during the war, so long unacknowledged and denied, so long resisted and repressed, so long displaced b...