Sanji Kishi, The Cannery Boat — The Monument (1933)
“ We have met together to avenge the death of our teachers, Hamamato, and we must revive our union!” cried Siro, climbing up a pine tree near Ozawa’s house. Siro was eighteen. A policeman came from Motomura on a bicycle, but what’s one policeman for over a hundred people? He could no nothing but stand and look on. “Close up the ranks and no one can drive us away; he is the tool of those who oppress us and killed Hamamato in Tokyo. We do not know when they will kill us. I am an old man of sixty, and if they kill me the young ones will have to revive the union with their own hands!” ”
