Every Wednesday from 11am to 1pm outside the Japanese Embassy in Seoul Korea, come rain or shine, the Halmoni and their supporters peacefully protest for the Japanese government to acknowledge their wrongdoings in organising “Comfort Stations” throughout Asia during the Second World War.
I ask that you take a few moments to sign this petition, these are women I care deeply about and I fully support them fighting for justice.
We call upon members of the UN General Assembly to address the issue of wartime sex slaves as a special agenda for the 67th session in 2012 and to pass a resolution on this issue at the session. Over 200,000 women were taken to rape brothels, and not many survivors remain alive today. Now is the time to demand justice for the survivors.
It seems that those who set this part of history in motion have yet to admit to doing so. The Halmoni are aging and as much as it pains me to say this, the powers in question are waiting for these women to die off so that the horrors of history can be forgotten. These handprints (on display at The House of Sharing in Seoul, South Korea) represent the Halmonis so that they will not be forgotten and even long after they are gone. We, the younger generations must continue to fight on behalf of the Halmonis and all women everywhere.
Bea Chun-hui Halmoni has to be one of the funniest women I’ve ever met! When I think of her the word ‘firecracker’ comes to mind. Very opinionated, very strong and very confident, Bea Chun-hui Halmoni doesn’t hesitate to tell you what she thinks. Listening to her sing has to be one of my favourite memories of my time at The House of Sharing.
Oh how I love this photograph! It was such a gift to meet Park Ok-seon Halmoni (halmoni or 할머니 is Korean for grandmother). She has such a gentle spirit, a loving energy, such a strong and humble spirit. Park Ok-seon Halmoni reminds me of my own grandmother, and just as I did with my Grannie, I sat by her feet, held onto her hand and listened to her sing and tell stories. Treasured moments.
Every visit to The House of Sharing gave me a little something extra. Be it extra love, extra compassion, extra understanding, extra respect or extra strength, it always gave me something.
There are times as an artist when you are given the opportunity to use your passion for something bigger than yourself. This was one of those opportunities. The House of Sharing is a safe and loving home for women who have and continue to stand up to the wrongs in our world. It is also a museum and a place to raise awareness, knowledge and understanding for their stories and the cause.
I found these women tremendously inspiring. This statue was placed in the garden of The House to honour those living there, those no longer living there, and those who never had the opportunity to.