I’ve been heartened by a huge number of letters I’ve received in the last three weeks from people who read the book and were moved by it, inspired by it, appalled by it, and/or who felt they were wiser for reading it. I’ve tried to answer every letter I’ve gotten. If I haven’t answered yours, my apologies.
I also feel that I should say I am not a hero. I’ve also apparently broken most of the major rules of journalism that most journalists in the west follow so please don’t see me as an example to emulate, to all you budding journalists out there.
However, personally, I still feel that really the four most important things in journalism are 1) get the the story anyway you can 2) write the truth 3) try to write something that makes the world a better place 4) protect your sources and your friends. I’ve always considered the fourth one to be the most important of them all. I have not always been able to keep that rule.
I appreciate the compliments but I’m deeply flawed as a person, I’ve been a lousy husband, and I could be a better father to my children. I’ve made moral compromises that I’m not proud of but in my defense I’ve tried to do what’s right and protect my sources, my family and my friends and innocent people victimized by the predators of our society. I’ve done some dark things to make sure those people were protected. I’d hate to see my karma score.
A number of people who read the book have pledged money and/or time to the Polaris Project and Polaris Project Japan, both of which fight modern day slavery, and I’m very grateful for their efforts. Thank you. It’s nice to see some good come out of the book.
Below is one letter that particularly moved me and made me contemplate a lot about what has happened in the last two years. It’s representative of many of the letters I’ve gotten and I think it’s good food for thought.
どうもありがとうございました。
NOTE: PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS LETTER IF YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED THE BOOK YET.
Jake-san, (Though after finishing your book, perhaps sama would be
more appropriate)
You certainly weren’t exaggerating when you said the book got progressively darker. Here I was initially thanking you for the entertainment and information your story provided me, but then… at the end…the death of Sekiguchi, Helena’s disappearance, the strains placed on your friends and family… I found myself skipping ahead just because I wanted to know that everything would be okay. I guess it should be expected though that in a story filled with questions of the ends justifying the means and the gray area between the moral and immoral that there’s no such thing as a truly happy ending.
I don’t know if i could ever do what you did in writing about all this. You put everything on the line for a cause you believed in and there’s no telling the amount of good you did just in tearing down the Goto-gumi let alone your continued work in the Polaris Project as noted on the book flap. I get the sense that if I were to call you a hero, or define your actions as heroic, you’d likely point out the ambiguity of some actions you had to take, as noted in one of your latter conversations with “Alien Cop”. But risking your life for the greater good…God bless you man.
Though questions come to mind about some of your cases, I won’t take up your time with them. I did however want to offer up two thoughts. Firstly, in your epilogue when one of Goto’s mistresses compared you to Goto himself. I reflected back to a moment recently in my life. A couple months ago there was the national news story about the “Craigslist Killer” who mugged three women and killing one of them in the Massachusetts area. The alleged killer, Phil Markoff was a friend of mine through high school, and we were both very similar in personality. For a while I questioned what separates him from me, under what circumstances could I have become what he allegedly is? It took a good friend to remind me that I could never find happiness in hurting others, I’d only find guilt. And if the chips were really down, I’d rather suffer myself than inflict it upon others. So regardless of whatever you had to do, you apparently stuck to your efforts, and the world is a better place because of you. Thank you.
Second, and finally, in reading your epilogue, I too don’t know how much I believe in karma and reincarnation, (raised Baptist, now more spiritual than anything) but I do believe in the immortality of the human soul. From the experiences in my life and my studying of various religions I don’t believe the departed ever leave us entirely. So for what it’s worth, from one amateur theologian’s perspective, wherever Sekiguchi and Helena are, I’m sure they’re proud of what you have accomplished for the betterment of others. Keep on fighting the good fight; I’m already planning my donation to the Polaris Project.
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This is my second comment. Better people have left in-depth comments about what was said in the book, about Jake’s lifestyle, about Japanese society and the consequences of what you do or don’t do.
For me, Tokyo Vice has left me upset, smiling and in a daze. It has made me reflect on my life and, made me do some deep introspection. It upset me not for what was written, but what it made me think about and how I led my life with my Japanese wife and with my Amerasian children.
My blog tells a lot about me. I would never have revealed so much if it were not for Jake Adelstein. I blame him. I am now so reflective about what went on in my life that it is keeping me up at night. Some may find parts of my blog boring while others may find it interesting. Let me know.
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Larry,
I really enjoyed your blog. My apologies for causing anyone deep introspection–a little introspection was my goal. (lol). Actually, your blog made me really think about a lot of things as well. I haven’t come to any conclusions.
I hope that when I reflect back on my life when I’m where you are now, that I feel like I did the right thing.
Just finished reading “Tokyo Vice”. Good job and a great read. Your experience in Japan was definitely not like my experience. Although I did live in the Okubo area of Shinjuku, all we noticed in 1981 were the plethora of love hotels. My how things change.
Keep up the good fight.
Regards
thanks for writing it.
Hey Jake,
Didn’t mean to freak you out yesterday. I was the fist-bump guy on the escalator in Roppongi last night. I had been talking about Tokyo Vice at dinner and then 30 minutes later, there you were. If I hadn’t had 200 drinks, I might have had something more heart-felt to say than “your book fuckin’ rocks, dude.”
Anyway, apologies for catching you off guard.
I took it as a very nice compliment and it was the highlight of what has been a stressful week.
Hi Adelstein-san,
Thanks for adding me on twitter!
If you didn’t already know I’m a junior undergrad at Cornell getting ready to study abroad at Sophia at the end of March.
I’ve been meaning to read your book since the end of last year, but I’ve been too lazy up until now. Or I think a more accurate, non-self-deprecating description would be, “I knew that it would contain mentally taxing material which would command my full attention and focus if I truly wanted to get something out of it, therefore I wanted to make sure I was in the right state of mind before tackling the immense task of diving into such a gripping and potentially life-changing read”. I was right— It probably would not have been a good idea to start reading Tokyo Vice in the middle of the 10 teary-eyed, sleep-deprived nights that Cornell refers to as “finals week”.
The first I ever heard of you was during my job at the mail center while I idly flipped through a copy of Maxim and came across an article with an excerpt of your book. I’ll be honest, I did initially roll my eyes and brace myself for what I thought was just another cliché perspective about some obscure aspect of Japanese culture by some typical gaijin Japanophile who had nothing better to do than waste his parents’ money on college in Japan to satisfy his Asian fetish (come on now, it was in Maxim). After learning that you worked at the Yomiuri Shinbun though, I quickly became intrigued and had a change of heart. By the end of January your book finally won out the grand debate in my head on what to buy myself as a reward for not failing my econometrics class (the opponent was a Dior lipstick)! Although I personally don’t think you’ve completely redeemed yourself from the gaijin stereotype… a minor detail like that seems trivial in light of the eye-opening experiences of your work, and thus by extension yourself, that you have so graciously shared with us. Your good qualities and morals as a person really come through in your writing, and no matter how much guilt you still harbor about past mistakes or actions surely you must know this at the end of the day. I hope that I could demonstrate the sort of bravery and quick wit that you have if god forbid I were ever to find myself in such similar situations.
I was actually going to write you a long, drawn-out email along the lines of a comprehensive relay of my life story, hopes, and dreams…but decided against it because: 1. I figured someone of your occupation has more important things to do than become some angsty 20 year old Asian girl’s involuntary shrink 2. This message has already several hours to write and I’m mentally drained 3. My tendency for being really really long-winded is starting to show and I really should spare you the suffering.
Don’t get me wrong I might still write that email if ever I find myself in a temporary fit of insanity with a decent amount of free time, but for the time being I just wanted to get this off my chest because I feel rather silly having to rely on twitter to make my existence known to you. Thank you Jake-san for raising awareness in the public about the deplorable state of organized crime and the sex industry in Japan. Your passion about what you do and the causes you fight for is truly inspiring, and I hope to have the honor of meeting you in person someday!
p.s. I would tell you to visit my blog, but please don’t go just yet! The reason is because there actually is no blog at the moment since I procrastinated too long in getting it set up and now I am in China where blogspot is blocked. It probably wouldn’t interest you anyway since I was planning on dedicating it to clothes and makeup and visual kei rock bands that I plan to encounter during my semester in Tokyo. Yes I am a little ashamed to say that I still cling to such decadence even after being schooled on dangers of too much excess in your book. The fantasy of a toxic Tokyo lifestyle was what drew me to Japan in the first place, and I am not ready to give it up yet.
Jean-san,
Thanks for the long and heartfelt letter. Enlighten our readers about Japanese fashion someday. I know nothing about it. Sarah might.
This is pretty funny.
Jake,
Your chapter on Mami Hamaya was intriguing to me. The sad irony is that Hamaya was finally suffering from mental illness herself (depression), after having reported on it for years. I am surprised this story is not more well-known in Japan. I did a search on her name (in kanji), and I only found two research sites having to do with mental health. I felt that this chapter could almost be longer. Did anyone know that Hamaya was depressed? You said that Kikuchi wasn’t responsible. Why not?
Thanks,
Joe
Joe,
I don’t think Kikuchi knew what effect his harsh words would have on her. Maybe he does bear some responsibility. I could have written more. I miss Hamaya. I didn’t know she was depressed and I wish I had seen the signs.
Jake-san
I literally just got finished reading your book. All I can say is wow. That was an unbeleivable read. I lived in Japan back in 2000 then came back home and became a cop here. I am utterly amazed at what you were able to accomplish through your hardwork and dedication especially because of the high personal cost that came with it. While I was reading your book I found myself identifying with what you did a great deal and understanding I think your reasons for doing so.
I will say that I that the chapter about Hamaya was horribly sad to me which I found as odd since I deal with a lot of situations like this on a weekly basis. I am not sure what was different in that chapter but I could feel your remorse and the guilt you feel over what happened. It made me sad to read it, and a week later I still think about that chapter every day. Forgive me for asking this, but did you ever read her email to you?
Scott-san,
I should have followed in your footsteps, perhaps.
. Well, I would have been a lousy cop, never was good at following the rules. I’m glad, in a funny way, that there’s someone else grieving for her. I hope she’s made peace with her life as it was on earth and moved on the next realm–that she’s not trapped in the realm of hungry ghosts. Sometimes, I sort of believe that such a realm exists.
No, I never read her email. I don’t think I ever will. I don’t think I could live with any more remorse than I have now. I’m just not that strong.
Jake-san
You would have been a great cop lol you have the insticts to do it and we are all far from saints. You were around them enough in Japan to know this. It’s funny when you say I am grieving for Hamaya and I guess I am in my own way. I am grieving for you as well, as the burden you are carrying around with you regarding her death I would not wish on anyone.
As for the email I know I have no right to say this but it’s my two cents. In some ways I think reading the email will provide you with closure as painful as it would be to do so. I have had close friends commit suicide and you are left feeling hollow inside always wondering what you could have done differently and if you could have stopped it. I only learned this from work but those people that leave a message behind generally never do so blame the recipients. Every note I have read had always been to apologize to those around them and to make them understand why they did what they did. In the end it was Hamaya-sans good bye to you. I think she would have wanted you to read it.
Sorry if that crossed a line Jake-san it’s just of all the things you had the courage to write about in your book that, and Helena seemed to be the two things you carry with you the most. It’s a heavy burden to have. Scott
Jake,
Unlike Scott, I’m not a cop. But I did live in Tokyo for ten years from ‘85 to ‘95. I was in my 20’s and 30’s, so I can sympathize with a lot of what you went through. But let me say this — you have done an amazing thing, becoming a reporter and going into the seedier side of Tokyo. For all us gaijin who spent years in Tokyo, so many parts of your book bring back so many memories. But on the other hand, many of us steered clear of places like Roppongi and Kabuki-cho (as you did until you were assigned to go there). We wanted to get to know the real Japan, not other foreigners in Roppongi (or the Japanese who were attracted to the foreign-like Roppongi). I was in high-tech business in Tokyo, not newspaper reporting, so I had no need to spend lots of time in Roppongi. For the sake of your wife and kids, I hope you’ve stopped smoking. A real irony I find in your book is that you purposely sought out the most criminal aspects of the G7 country with by far the lowest crime rate. For many of us gaijin who stayed on the clean side of the law, the inner workings of the Japanese police were quite a mystery; your book really enlightens in this area. Finally, congrats on getting the 60 Minutes segment. As a California taxpayer, I feel angered that my tax dollars (UCLA) went towards a liver transplant for one of those scum-bag yakuza. Shame on UCLA!
Anyway, you’ve done an amazing thing with this book. Will you now follow in the footsteps of Robert Whiting, writing more books about Japan? Or maybe time to find some peace by going back to being a monk? Best wishes to you, Sunao and the kids. (I’m also married to a Japanese and we have a son and daughter.)
Joe
Joe-san,
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You did right to steer clear of those areas. Well-done. Please let UCLA know how you feel.
I stopped smoking about two weeks ago. I’m still on the nicotine patch and I’m puffing on a fake cigarette that actually burns crystallized vitamin C and makes a nice healthy mist to breathe in. I have two more books I’m writing about yakuza, one a biography of sorts and another a more scholarly tome, like McMafia, to be titled “The Nine-Fingered Economy.”
As for being a monk, this year I hope to get my priest credentials. I’m close. Not that I plan to make that my profession but somehow it would be nice to complete the training. Plus, it would be nice to offer to do free funerals for the families of my friends. Cops, reporters, and yakuza tend to die early in life.
Sometimes, I feel like I’m 70 years old. It seems like every couple of weeks or months, another person I knew on the beat passes away. It’s morbid but true.
I’ll communicate your best wishes to Sunao and the kids. Thanks for writing.
I just finished reading Tokyo Vice. Read it over a period of two days. It was on my radar for a few months before I finally ordered it and it arrived last week. I live in NEPA and would have made the trip down to Philly for the event at Temple had I known about.
Great work. It takes a lot to expose the truth when your life could hang in the balance. There’s not too many who would do the right thing. Your book also exposed a darker side of Tokyo that I was unaware of. I knew of the sex clubs and Yakuza but had no idea the extent of human trafficing and the I-could-care-less-about-some-foreign-whore that many in power seem to have. Sad. But I’m glad there’s people fighting the good fight.
Thanks for taking two days to read it one fell swoop. That’s dedication.
. Actually, the talk was at the Temple University Campus in Tokyo, so you didn’t really miss it. I have to confess, I didn’t plan on putting myself in harm’s way. It just sort of worked out that way. And once you’re on the chess board, you have to play until you reach the end game. (Best metaphor I can come up with at the moment.) The cops are coming around. They’re really putting an effort into understanding the problem and doing something about it. Japan has made tremendous improvements in cutting down the flow of the traffic into the country and putting out of business those profiting on the slavery of others. But the traffickers themselves keep getting smarter as well. Still, things are much better than they were in 2006, 2007.