I'm Cabel Sasser's father. His mother, Lyn and I briefly met both you and
Jean-Michele after Saturdays monologue in Portland.
We thoroughly enjoyed and were moved by both of the monologues that we
attended. We owe Cabel a debt of gratitude for introducing us to your art.
Today, I want to share something with you.
I've always believed that, we can't judge the social attitudes of the
past, using today's standards. After all, the gentlemen who wrote "We hold
these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal . . .",
for the most part, were slave holders. And, I find it disturbing, when
viewing a Marx Brothers' film with an audience, that everyone laughs at
the boy tenor when he sings a romantic ballad.
But, after Saturday's monologue, I remembered an item from our personal
collection that I've never been able to wrap my head around. It may
demonstrate America's attitude towards Japan in 1945, or it may have been
a misguided attempt to appeal to the toy-buying public. I've never seen
another one like it and I'm attaching a photo for you to examine.
It is a 1940s vintage, hand-held game of skill, where the player
tries to land two transparent capsules that each contain a single
ball-bearing, "a-bombs" if you will, into indentations located at
Hiroshima and Nagasaki.