If this poster weren’t so creepy, it would just be childish.The red letters say, “Somebody is watching you!” and “We’re gonna tell!”
If you spend any time around Japan, you’ll get used to little pandas and crabs warning you not to stick your fingers in the doors of the train, anthropomorphic raccoon construction workers warning you to watch your step, cartoon elephants asking you not to litter, and a cutesy-woo recorded female voices everywhere reminding you to sit quietly, not forget anything, not use your phone, and to remember your umbrella. The constant sloganeering and reminders of “Safety First!” bothered me at first, then they became amusing, then they just disappered into the background radiation of the crowds, the advertising, and the chatter.
Maybe it was the fact that I had been back in the States for almost two months this summer that lowered my resistance, or more likely the aggressive imagery of this poster that really made me pay attention. That, and the fact that the first one I saw was hanging across the street from my apartment on a bright, sunny, weekend afternoon. I’ve since seen them on my way to the train station, near the post office, and on my neighborhood beer machine. I’ve only seen them in and around Gotanda- nowhere else in Tokyo yet.
All-in-all, I live in a pretty boring area. Despite the popular conception of Japan as the safest place in the world, crime does happen, just not in my neck of the woods. The hint of arson in the flaming pupils on this poster has no connection to reality. Nobody in my building has been burglarized for at least the last three years. There aren’t any bosozoku racing up and down the street. Gotanda does have a fading red light district near the station with its attendant yakuza gangsters and tough looking hoods. The last thing these guys want is any really serious crime to bring the police down on their vice territory. Gotanda is a quiet and safe area where I almost never see anything worth remarking on.
I think the posters bother me even more because of the constant paranoia in the States these days. I’d just spent two weeks traveling with students through endless security checks of dubious value. The conventions over the summer and the constant harping on terror and security back in the good ole US of A were really depressing. I had been so looking forward to getting back to the “safety country” of Japan, that the unreasoning fear across the street just bothered me that much more.
Just like a little kid, some petulant bureaucrat at the Osaki Police Department is gonna tell his mother.