Yuko Tojo
Yuko Tojo (東條 由布子, Tōjō Yūko, May 20, 1939 (Keijo, Japanese Korea) – February 13, 2013, Tokyo, Japan) was a Japanese ultra-nationalist politician, Imperial Japanese apologist, and brief political hopeful. She was the granddaughter of General Hideki Tōjō, the Japanese wartime prime minister who was convicted of planning and orchestrating most of the major Japanese acts of aggression of World War II; for these crimes, Hideki Tojo was convicted as a Class A war criminal and hanged after World War II.
Politics
In May 2007, Tojo revealed her intention to run in the House of Councillors election at the age of 68. She ran on an extreme right platform, demanding the enshrinement of all of Japan's military war dead (to include Class A war criminals such as her grandfather) at the controversial Yasukuni Shrine. Tojo also adopted a policy of blanket denialism of any Japanese war crimes during World War II, which she angrily dismissed as "purely US propaganda", designed to "smear the glorious reputation of the proud and honorable Japanese warrior race (戦士のレース)". She vowed to work to throw out the Japanese constitution if elected, which bans all offensive warfare in perpetuity, with Tojo dismissing the non-offensive clause as "racist, obstructionist" and "created entirely by the hand of American manipulators" and "intended to keep the Japanese people in a slave state to Western interests".
Podcasts:
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by Youssou N'dour
Agouyadji
by: Youssou N'dourThe agouyadji is sounding
Able bodied men rise up
In today's world, honor is becoming rare
So let us examine our consciences
And seek to refine our race
Our language is not the least important factor
In our dignity
So let us learn it
And let us teach it
That will pay off
From here to the Fouta, Poular is spoken
From Somalia to Mali
From Benin to Guinea
From Cameroon to Gambia
From Egypt to Ethiopia, they speak Poular
If all these people came together
They'd know we have the same mother
Whatever the difference in our dialect
We have the same father
I called Coumba
And Coumba replied
I called Samba, Samba replied likewise
I used to believe
Those of us who speak Pulaar
Were inferior
But I realized I was wrong
Let us be united
From whichever part of the country we come,
We are all Senegalese
If you go to Casmance, they speak Diola
Go to Cap Vert, and you'll hear Lebou
In St. Louis, the dialect is Wolof
At Sine, it is Serer
If you address the Senegalese, the Mandinkas will reply
Or the Bassaris, or the Halpoulars,
The Kassounkes, the Manjacks or the Gnominkes
Sayang, Sayang, Ibrahima Malick
Malick Barou Sall, You are a good friend
Sayang Sissokho who comes from Mali
Ibrahima Kalilloulaye
Yangkou Ba, my friend from the Gambia
Malick Pathe Sow, father of Pathe Sow
My friend from Senegal
Baaba Baidy, Baaba Debbo from the Fouta
Wherever we come from,
We are all Senegalese
Ah it is late my dearest Mariama Dianke
It is very late Mariama Soda, Mama
Marie don't be cross with me
Dearest One
Be careful not to cross me
Peace is all I want
Don't ever take my love for granted
I would never give you my love and then withdraw it
If we break that trust our enemies will laugh at us
For me, all I want is peace
Let us be of one mother
Let us have one father
Let us work together
So that our country may prosper
Mama
Ah my son, Oumar Malle
My friend, my little babe
Oumar yoo, Oumar
Don't lose your temper with me
Oumar, Oumar Barou
Don't be angry with me