I was 15 years old. It was the first time I'd seen a Japanese man.
We lived in a coconut grove, that's where five Japanese soldiers saw me doing the laundry.
They kept saying "coro guerrilla". I didn't understand them.
|Pilar was repeatedly beaten and |
raped by Japanese soldiers
So one soldier stabbed me in my face. Another did the same.
Then he took me and stuck my head in a drum filled with water. I couldn't breathe.
Then he bound my hands behind me and tied me to a jackfruit tree.
And then he raped me.
They tied me to three other women and took us with them to the mountains.
That's how they kept us. That night they raped me again – six of them this time.
The next day they had us wash their shoes. We were still tied together at the waist.
I can never forgive them for all I suffered in their hands.
Every time I look in the mirror and see it. They took away my life, my dreams, my dignity.
|Pilar and other former "comfort women" are |
demanding justice from Japan
I lost my friends, my husband. I never told him what happened.
His relative who was my classmate told him: "That woman you married – she's a Japanese left-over".
So he left me. He told me it was as if he had bought a pot with a hole in the middle. I felt the pain here.
I've been to Japan five times now for court hearings – 46 of us slapped a case against the Japanese.
I have no fear going there, no fear. I am annoyed and angry.
But the soldiers deny it. We see all these old men at the hearings, they're all in denial, right down to Abe.
As long as we live, for as long as we don't get justice, we will not stop the fight.