Lemmings and herded cats — musings on Japan and America

Spending two weeks in a country does not make one an expert on that country.  Indeed, I’m sure the opposite is true, which is that one learns just enough to be dangerous.  One sees the country without understanding it.  Nevertheless, both from looking at the Japanese in action and from speaking to myriad people, both Japanese and Western, I’m prepared to make the dangerous leap to conclusions.

I can’t speak for other people, but what struck me most strongly about Japan was the homogeneity — not just racially, although it is bizarre in today’s world to be in a country where everyone, with the exception of tourists and the American military, is racially Japanese — but also behaviorally.  No matter where we traveled in Honshu, the behaviors were identical.  Everyone said “Arigatou gozaimasu” (0r “thank you very much”) constantly.  And I do mean constantly.  Whether listening to shop keepers, desk clerks, train announcements, bus drivers, subway passengers, or anyone else in any other walk of life, that phrase must have popped up every third or fourth sentence.  So much so that one began to doubt that it had any real meaning.  It began to feel like a verbal twitch, akin to an American “um” or “like.”  Nevertheless, the Japanese fully understand its polite import, and someone who deletes that phrase from his or her vocabulary is definitely rude.

The bowing is akin to the thank yous — all the Japanese do that, to the point at which it feels leached of meaning.  However, had anyone failed to do it, it would have been quite obviously rude.  I found myself bowing reflexively and then, being American, felt guilty for doing so.  Americans shouldn’t be bowing.  I consoled myself, though, by telling myself it’s a meaningless, mannered act, rather than a showing of fealty to a sovereign power.  Given the reflexive bowing, I was almost inclined to forgive Obama for bowing to the Emperor — but not quite.  He’s the American president and it was just wrong to bow to the Emperor, no matter how nice a man the Emperor is and no matter the ritual nature of the bow.

Wherever we traveled, the bus drivers spoke in sibilant whispers.  As best as we could tell, they were constantly muttering under their breath such things as “Everyone sit down, thank you very much,” “we’re all on the bus, thank you very much,” “move to the back, thank you very much,” “the next stop is _______________, thank you very much,” or various other mindless nothings, many of which had already been announced on the overhead recording (complete with multiple pre-recorded “thank you very muches”).  Please note that it wasn’t just the repetitive phrases that were homogenous — it was that identical whisper that the drivers all over Honshu murmured into the microphones.  The first time it was funny, the second intriguing, the third, fourth and etc., it was kind of weird.

My overall sense was that the Japanese are obsessively attached to behaviors.  I liked their obsessive cleanliness, since it meant that travel was less onerous to me.  Since I was raised by a (Japanese) concentration camp survivor with a fetish for cleanliness (cleanliness in a tropical camp could mean the difference between life and death), I have a few obsessive behaviors myself.  Traveling always squeezes me emotionally, as I deal with musty beds and less-than-clean bathrooms.  In Japan, especially because we stayed in tour-group vetted hotels, I didn’t see anything that was less-than-clean.

Nevertheless, even with my appreciation for all things clean, it was strange that, everywhere we went, barring public venues such as train stations or stadiums, the bathrooms were equipped with virtually identical bathroom slippers.  They might be a plain tan color or, more commonly, a snazzy his-and-her toilet design (see below), but they were all styled the same.

The deal with these slippers is that, when you enter a bathroom barefoot or in socks (as is the case in all homes, hotels or nice restaurants), you immediately put on the toilet slippers.  If you forget to take them off when you leave the bathroom, it’s akin to walking out with toilet paper attached to your derriere. Being a fastidious type, I liked the fact that I didn’t have to walk barefoot onto a potentially urine-spattered floor.  Nevertheless, the ubiquity of identical slippers no matter where we traveled was peculiar.

The most fascinating example of the Japanese ability to function in unison was the baseball game we attended.  Although I’m no baseball fan, it was a very enjoyable experience.  The stadium was, of course, immaculate (including the bathrooms).  The fans were happy and friendly, making it a vastly different experience from attending, say, an Oakland Raiders game, which can be rather frightening.  The fans never booed the opposing team or a bad player on their own team.  Instead, they cheered for their own team.  We Americans cheer too, but in a chaotic, unstructured fashion.  The Japanese have cheerleaders in every section and the fans follow along with chants and rhythmic beats on their noisemakers (which look a bit like small bowling pins).  I’m not unique in observing this.  Others, too, have drawn the same conclusions about Japanese group think as played out in the baseball stadium:

The difference is in the atmosphere of the stadium as the game is being played. Both teams had huge bleacher-seating fan sections all of whom cheered for every batter during every inning. This is not just random cheering, it’s highly organized. Think college football games, except pull people from all ages and demographics. Everyone had noise makers and shirts. Businessmen in suits pulled a jersey over their shirt and tie. Old women screamed their hearts out.

The collective nature of the cheering reflects Japanese culture of groupthink, not standing out, etc. I’ve never seen such a highly organized cheering machine in any other sports venue or game I’ve attended. Such a collective fan spirit means many people show up by themselves but instantly join in. The fans cheer while their players are batting. Then they sit down and are quiet the other half of the inning, again reflecting the Japanese value of respect and dignity for opponents.

The whole baseball game experience was charming, but the groupthink bothered me.  You see, as far as I’m concerned, groupthink goes a long way to explaining how a polite, thoughtful, kind, decent group of people can suddenly morph into a monomaniacal killing machine.  The Japanese did it.  The Germans did it.  The Chinese did it.  If the lemming group moves in a nice direction, all is good.  However, if the lemmings get steered towards the cliff, nothing will stop them.  Since morality is defined by manners, when the manners dictate death, off they all go, engaging in mass suicide or homicide.

Americans, traditionally, have appeared more like surly herded cats than enthusiastic lemmings.  For every stain on American history (slavery, the treatment of the Indians, the imprisonment of Japanese-Americans, Jim Crow), there have been countervailing forces, vigorously protesting these injustices.  Yes, the injustices happened, but they were never the product of a unanimous society mindlessly going along.  Instead, they were the result of societal tension and were destroyed by that same societal tension.

Many years ago, I read Pierre Berton’s Klondike : The Last Great Gold Rush, 1896-1899. I enjoyed reading the book, but with time’s passage, only two things remain in my memory. The first is Berton’s description of the Klondike mosquitoes, which were so big and aggressive that they could quickly kill a horse. The second is his description of a town that was split evenly down the middle between Canada and the United States. On the Canadian side, the townspeople instantly formed a provisional government, and quickly had an orderly, top-down society. The American side, however, was a Wild West town, with a pure democracy, in which every townsman had a voice. The streets were muddy, crime was rife, and little got done.

At the time I read the book, I was actually embarrassed by the American Klondike town — “What violent, disorganized losers Americans are!”  Since then, though, I’ve come to appreciate the American unwillingness to bow down to leaders.  We don’t — and shouldn’t — look to a strong leader for help.  We look to ourselves.  It may slow us down, but it also allows us to innovate and, most importantly, helps us put the brakes on bad ideas.  We herd as badly as cats do, and we should be grateful for that fact.

Be Sociable, Share!

Comments

  1. TREGONSEE says

    In the years after WWII, Japan Airlines (JAL) had many western (Gaijin) pilots.  Mostly expat Brits, Aussies, and Americans.  In the 1960s, when many were retiring, it was decided this was shameful, and only Japanese should be hired.  The results were not good.  The Japanese consensual culture does not naturally produce people who have the temperament to be captains who can make a decision NOW!  Likewise, it does not create copilots who are willing to question a captain making a dumb decision.

    I was in Pacific in the late 1960s, and JAL was frantically recruiting American pilots.  They hired military guys who were only a few years from 20 years and a military retirement with huge salaries.  According to a contract trainer I know at JAL, the upgrade to captain is about a year.  In the US, it is a few weeks, mostly to learn to fly the plane from the left seat.

  2. Gringo says

    Since I was raised by a (Japanese) concentration camp survivor…
    Book, in your time in Japan, did you ever mention to a Japanese that your mother is a survivor of a Japanese concentration camp? [That reminds me of  the "Don't Talk About the War" episode in Fawlty Towers. :) ]
     
    My sister has been an enthusiastic member of a Japanese Buddhist group for decades. She has been to Japan a number of times.  Due to  her former attempts to convert me,  I have been exposed to some Japanese vocabulary over the years. The group was persecuted by the government during WW2 and before, so its  members are some of the few Japanese who do not subscribe to the “victims at Hiroshima/Nagasaki” trumps Nanking massacre  way of thinking.
     
    The father of a childhood friend spent about a year in Japan as a member of the occupying forces. He saw the devastation of the Bomb.  Because he saw little in the way of fortifications in his travels around Japan,  he didn’t believe that the Japanese would have had the capacity to inflict much damage on an invasion force,  which led him to the conclusion that the Bomb should not have been dropped. 
    One could reply that as we didn’t have the eyes on the ground in Japan to view defensive fortifications, we based our decision to drop the Bomb  in large part on how the Japanese fought from Guadalcanal through Okinawa. To the last man. We didn’t want such a battle in Japan. But  the father of the childhood friends never faced the Japanese in combat.
     

  3. says

    Welcome home!

    The Klondike story reminds me of this piece in the (sadly now defunct) magazine that was called The American Enterprise, which compares the culture of two towns: Hyder, in the US, and Stewart, right across the border in Canada.

    A little hard to read–none of the usual ways to increase the font size seem to work–but the whole issue is well worth the trouble. 

  4. Caped Crusader says

    AAAAHHH SO! Very nice and informative synopsis, more please. Thank you very much!
     
    Our daughter lived in the Kyoto, Nara, and Osaka region going to a Japanese university taking total immersion Japanese. Advocating that she stand up for herself more in certain situations I oft repeated the old adage, ” It’s the squeaking hinge that get’s the oil.” She always countered with the old Japanese adage, “The nail that sticks up is the one that is hammered down”. That briefly explains the difference in cultures and their outlook on life.
     
    Thank you very much!

  5. Charles Martel says

    I used to know a white American woman who had lived in Japan for 10 years, married to a Japanese man. In college, after years of indifferent success picking up Spanish in high school, Kim discovered that she had a gift for Japanese. She learned the language so well that over the years she spent in Japan, she received thousands of incredulous compliments from Japanese about how well she spoke their language.
     
    Because she was a foreigner, her Japanese friends felt they could confide in her about their frustrations with Japanese life, reasoning that they were not breaking any code of silence by speaking to somebody who, no matter how long she lived there or how fluent she was in the language, would be an eternal outsider.
     
    Kim learned that the Japanese pay a high price for their social cohesion. The immense pressure to conform and not be the nail that gets hammered takes a deep psychic toll. if Americans live in a society where the greatest sin is not to express oneself—no matter how debased or unoriginal that self-expression is—the Japanese live in a society that is much the opposite. It seems to me that one of the ways you keep the lid on so many frustrated and unhappy people living in such close quarters is that you create a code duello society that is elaborately polite and where everybody walks around muttering “please” and “thank you” as automatically and unconsciously as a Tibetan prayer wheel spins entreaties. 
     
    Book is right that a lemming society like the Germans or Japanese (or Democrats) have a potentially fatal flaw in that its instinct for group solidarity can be hijacked by somebody smart enough to manipulate it. When the basis of morality becomes group cohesion rather than an ethos that, if necessary, can stand alone against a ravening crowd, it’s all too easy to head down the road to mass murder. That mass murderers can be polite or even cultured, like the SS monsters who listened courteously and attentively to classical music played by the Jewish musicians they would kill the next morning, is one of the horribly fascinating things about our species. 

  6. Old Buckeye says

    Ruth H, I was thinking the same thing–this is an encouraging observation! Until Charles M popped my bubble by pointing out how the Ds are lemming like….Maybe we need to point that out to some of them? would it matter to them?

  7. SADIE says

    Kim learned that the Japanese pay a high price for their social cohesion.

    DING!

    Suicide plays a special role in Japanese society. Students commit suicide because of a botched university examination, businessmen for the shame of bancrupcy and company employees because they lose their job. The Japanese suicide rate is the highest among industrialized countries.

    Japan Suicide Rate Still Among The World’s Highest     

       
           

Trackbacks

  1. Watcher’s Council nominations…

    Simply Jews – Norman Finkelstein and Tablet The Noisy Room – Making Oregon a “Dry State” Joshuapundit-Tom Friedman Beclowns Himself On Israel – Again The Independent Sentinel – Officer Phillip Cardillo Cannot Be Memorialized Thanks to Louis Farra…

  2. Watcher’s Council winners…

    *First place with 3 2/3 votes! Joshuapundit –Tom Friedman Beclowns Himself On Israel – Again Second place*t* with 2 1/3 votes – The Right Planet-On Death ground Second Place *t* with 2 1/3 votes – The Razor- When I Met……

  3. Watcher’s Council Results…

    Here are this week’s full results:Council Winners*First place with 3 2/3 votes! Joshuapundit –Tom Friedman Beclowns Himself On Israel – Again Second place*t* with 2 1/3 votes – The Right Planet-On Death ground Second Place *t* with 2 1/3 votes – The Ra…

Leave a Reply