Bullying by Teachers – Fabricated Accusations
Essay: Bullying by Teachers – Fabricated Accusations
Published: June 27, 2025 / Updated: June 27, 2025
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Preface
Was it a weekly magazine that lit the match? Or the Asahi Shimbun?
To those who still believe lies, even after studying media theory—
Is it naivety? Or foolishness?
Either way, if such incidents are still happening, it’s proof that some people never learn from history.
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Main Text
I haven’t seen the movie Dechhiage (“Fabrication”), but I can imagine what it’s like.
If you haven’t seen it, I recommend you do—especially if you’re the kind of person who takes what the media says at face value or gets worked up over something you read online.
For someone like me, Panda, who can immediately picture the story just from the title, watching two hours of it would probably be unpleasant. But for those who can’t instantly imagine the plot, it’s worth watching.
It might even completely change the impression you have of me.
Interestingly, the film itself contains a satirical jab at me—there’s a part where a mother changes her story about her son’s ancestry, first saying her great-grandfather was American, then later claiming it was her grandfather.
For the record, I do know that my father’s mother’s father was a foreigner. But try explaining that to someone you’ve just met—it’s not as straightforward as you might think.
Most people don’t immediately understand when you say, “So, Panda’s grandmother’s father was a foreigner?”
Sometimes I shorten the explanation to “My grandmother had foreign blood,” and when I was younger, I’d even embellish the story a bit for fun—because it made people happy. But I don’t think I embellish it anymore.
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Yes, in 6th grade, my homeroom teacher called me a “foreigner” and even an “alien.” I was also falsely accused and had various wrongdoings pinned entirely on me.
Other teachers, too, sometimes favored or vilified me simply because of my foreign appearance. But I don’t write down every single instance—otherwise it’d just become a diary of grudges.
And I don’t have time for that.
The 6th grade teacher sometimes made me angry, but their teaching skills were exceptional. Honestly, if my teachers from grades 3–5 had been as skilled, my life might have turned out very differently.
Sure, I have ADHD tendencies, so I imagine I was a difficult student to handle. But I’m not going to waste energy getting mad at the Japanese education system of the time.
I could be angry at that teacher if I wanted to, but it’s not worth the energy. Though, I would like to ask them once—“Did you really think it was right to pin everything on me?” Anyone with sense would realize it was just a case of being a convenient scapegoat.
That experience taught me not to defend bullied kids anymore. Until then, I had always befriended and protected those being bullied—my mother had taught me, “The strong should help the weak,” and I followed that without question.
But I eventually realized those I protected didn’t necessarily feel grateful. If that was just my misunderstanding, then no one would be speaking ill of me. The fact that some do means there are people who’d be inconvenienced if the truth about me came out.
I suspect it’s people in the weekly magazine industry—especially after I once called their readership “idiots.”
Let’s be honest: weekly magazines thrive on exaggerating people’s faults, demonizing some, elevating others to hero status, and if it sells more copies, they’d even metaphorically kill someone.
Sorry, but reading Newton is way more fun.
And don’t tell me, “Oh, I didn’t know, I’m pure and innocent,” when you’ve been happily reading that garbage.
Before you believe the nonsense they print, why not just ask the person directly? “Why did you say that back then?” If you haven’t forgotten, and you’re willing to pay for the interview, I’ll answer seriously.
Rumors grow because people think, “It’ll be more entertaining if Panda is the villain,” or “We need to make it more extreme so it’ll get published and we’ll get paid.” Anyone who’s studied media theory knows how this escalation works.
And if you have studied media theory yet still get duped—or worse, intentionally stir the pot—then maybe those people should be exposed and criticized instead.
Remember the AC public service ad? The one about strangers pointing fingers and saying, “You must be the culprit”? That’s satire. You weren’t nodding along, saying “Yeah, you must be the culprit,” right?
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Also, my father talks a lot when he’s drunk, so sometimes I’m not even sure what’s true. But if you saw my childhood photos, you’d probably say, “Yep, definitely a foreigner.”
If it turns out I’m not, well, only Japanese people would be pleased by that. These are the same people who tell foreigners, “Go back to America!”—then, when you say “Alright, I will,” they suddenly backpedal with, “Oh, we were joking! Can’t you take a joke?”
Sorry, but as a foreigner, I only understand foreigner jokes. The “If you have even a drop of foreign blood, leave Japan” joke? Yeah, that one I don’t get.
If you want me gone, pay me all my royalties and damages, and I’ll happily live out my days on the cruise ship Asuka II.
And if you then call me selfish for “abandoning” you—well, I really don’t know what you want from me. At least understand that I’m not suggesting letting foreign criminal gangs into Japan.
Of course, I know this essay will probably be cut up and misused by Shukan Bunshun.
As far as I’m concerned, Shukan Bunshun, Josei Jishin, and Josei Seven should all be shut down—otherwise they’ll never earn my forgiveness.
Bye, Japan. Pay the royalties, end the staged setups, and I’ll be gone before you know it.
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Afterword
I’m still debating whether I should take this movie as “a message to Panda.”
I’m not stupid—I can tell when my daughter’s acting. Are there really fools out there who enjoy being deceived by their own daughters or mothers? That’s called harassment.
At first, you used Princess Aiko, didn’t you? I ignored it, thinking it was just a joke. But when adults dump all their unsolved problems on me so I can “experience” them and fix them—it’s no wonder kids grow up imitating that behavior.
