This is a photo of Yukiyo Kawano and me standing in front of the world’s first plutonium reactor, which made the plutonium for the atomic bombs. Yuki is from Hiroshima, a third-generation atomic bomb survivor. I’m from Los Alamos, where the atomic bombs were made.
That night, not far from this reactor, Yuki and I along with dancer Meshi Chavez and composer Lisa DeGrace performed a piece centered around Yuki’s life-size sculptures of the atomic bombs, made of kimonos from her grandmother and stitched with strands of her own hair. I blogged here about our whole trip to Hanford.
Talking about it later, I think none of us predicted the impact this experience would have on our bodies—how we felt coming together in this place—with all we carry from Hiroshima and Los Alamos, from our parents and our ancestors.
We’ve launched a fundraising campaign to bring this performance to nuclear sites all around the world. The nuclear threat is far from over—as Trump’s rhetoric about arming Japan with nuclear weapons makes clear.