HASHIMA: THE GHOST ISLAND

Brian Burke-Gaffney


Seen from a distance, Hashima Island might be mistaken for the Japanese counterpart of Alcatraz rising from the ocean like a ragged slab of concrete, or perhaps a gambling resort with deserted hotels. Few casual observers would ever guess that, only forty years ago, this tiny island was the site of a thriving community with the highest population density on earth.

One among 505 uninhabited islands in Nagasaki Prefecture, Hashima lies in the East China Sea some fifteen kilometers from Nagasaki, its naked crags striking a stark contrast with the verdant peaks of nearby islands. A closer look reveals clusters of unpopulated high-rise buildings pressing up against a man-made sea wall, a battered shrine at the top of a steep rock cliff, and not a single tree in sight.

The clue to the island's mystery lies in coal mining. Reached by long descending tunnels, coal beds below the bottom of the ocean near Hashima disgorged huge quantities of high-grade coal for almost a century. But in 1974 the inhabitants abandoned the island to the wind and salt spray, leaving behind only unneeded belongings and a few stray cats that could not be captured.

An Energy Chronology

The history of Hashima Island reads like a chronology of changes in Japan's energy policies from the Meiji Period to modern times. For centuries the people living on Takashima, a large island near Hashima, are said to have collected coal from exposed beds and used it as a household fuel. They called it goheita after the man by the same name who, according to local legend, stumbled on coal's combustible properties by inadvertently lighting a bonfire on the black rock.

When transportation networks improved in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries the people of Takashima began to sell their coal abroad, primarily to salt makers on the coast of the Seto Inland Sea. One of Japan's most important industries at the time, salt-making had relied traditionally on resin-rich pinewood as a fuel to boil seawater, but it was suffering from the ongoing depletion of pine forests. Coal was deemed the ideal alternative to pinewood.

At the time, Takashima Island was part of a feudal domain administered by the Fukahori Family, a branch of the Nabeshima Clan of present-day Saga Prefecture. Seeing the profits gleaned from the coal trade, the Fukahori Family usurped the management rights, assigned the islanders the role of subcontractor and labor force, and established coal profits as one of the pillars of the local economy.

This system was still firmly in place when Japan opened its doors to the world in the late 1850s and Nagasaki gained new importance as the closest port to China and a stopover for foreign commercial ships and naval vessels. This was also a time when Britain, America and other Western countries were replacing their sail-rigged tea clippers and warships with steam-driven ships. The resulting demand for coal prompted Nabeshima Naomasa, lord of the Nabeshima Clan, to expand production capacity of the mine on Takashima.

Nabeshima turned to Scottish merchant Thomas B. Glover (1838-1911) for help. Until then, the coal-mining method on Takashima had been primitive: miners simply chipped away at exposed surfaces with picks and then moved on to other sites when the coal ran out or the holes became too deep to dig safely. But Glover imported modern mining equipment from Britain and hired British mining engineers to drill a vertical-shaft mine on the island. In April 1869, the drillers struck a coal bed some forty-five meters underground, and Japan's first modern coal mine started production.

Some foreign shipping companies and importers were skeptical at first about the quality of the Takashima coal. Rumors went around that it was soft and lacked heat-generating power. But in 1873 the Takashima product proved superior to its British counterpart in experiments commissioned by Glover:

For slow, or expansive steaming, Takasima [sic] coal is equal in every respect to the
average run of Welsh and much better than North Country or any other coal I have
burned on this station. For long voyages it is better than Welsh, and far superior to
North Country, as it produces less ashes, clinker and soot.

The enormous success of the Takashima coal mine filled Nagasaki coffers with foreign currency and sparked a rush to develop mines on nearby islands___including the until-then useless heap of rock called Hashima.

Hashima Coal Mine is Born

While assuming exclusive rights to work the Takashima mine, the Nabeshima Clan allowed the Fukahori Family to tap the veins of coal streaking across other nearby islands. After several failed attempts, the family finally installed a shaft mine on Hashima in 1887, inhabiting it for the first time. Three years later, though, it sold the island to Mitsubishi Corporation for 100,000 yen. The now world-famous company had expanded rapidly after its inception as a shipping enterprise in 1873 and had purchased the Takashima Coal Mine in 1881.

The years that followed witnessed a remarkable surge in Japan's industrial capacity and military might, encouraged by victory in both the Sino-Japanese War (1894-95) and Russo-Japanese War (1904-05). At Hashima, Mitsubishi launched a project to tap the coal resources under the sea bottom, successfully sinking a 199 meter-long vertical shaft in 1895 and still another shaft in 1898. The company also utilized the slag from the mine to carry out a series of land reclamations, thereby creating flat space for industrial facilities and dormitories. Completed around 1907, the high sea walls gave the island the appearance of a battleship riding the waves. The resemblance was so uncanny that a local newspaper reporter dubbed it Gunkanjima (Battleship Island), a nickname that soon replaced the official name in common parlance.

Hashima was producing about 150,000 tons of coal annually and its population had soared to over 3,000 when, in 1916, Mitsubishi built a reinforced concrete apartment block on the island to alleviate the lack of housing space and to prevent typhoon damage. This was Japan's first concrete building of any significant size. The fact that America's first large-scale concrete structure___the Ingalls Office Building in Cincinnati___was built only fourteen years earlier shows that the building on Hashima was a front-runner in a new era of Japanese architecture.

A square, six-story structure built around a dingy inner courtyard at the southern edge of the island, the building provided cramped but private lodgings for the miners and their families. Each apartment consisted simply of a single six-tatami-mat (9.9 square meter) room with a window, door and small vestibule___more like a monk's cell than an apartment but still a major improvement over previous living quarters. Bathing, cooking and toilet facilities were communal.

This building was followed two years later by an even larger apartment complex on the sloping rock at the center of the island. Then the tallest building in Japan, the E-shaped apartment block had nine stories on the ocean side and three on the rock side.

One multistory apartment block followed another until the tiny island bristled with more than thirty concrete buildings. Even during the eleven-year period before and during World War II, when not a single concrete building went up anywhere else in Japan, the construction of apartment blocks continued on Hashima as part of national efforts to meet the tremendous wartime demand for coal.

As a result of these efforts, Hashima's annual coal production reached a peak of 410,000 tons in 1941. But it was an achievement that exacted a heavy toll in human suffering. While Japanese youth disappeared onto the battlefields of China, Southeast Asia and the Pacific, the Japanese government forcibly recruited large numbers of Korean and Chinese to fill the empty places in its factories and mines, and many of these men perished as a result of the harsh conditions and starvation diet.

Hashima was no exception. By the time the atomic bomb rattled the windows on Hashima apartment blocks and Japan surrendered to the Allied forces in August 1945, about 1,300 laborers had died on the island, some in underground accidents, others of illnesses related to exhaustion and malnutrition. Still others had chosen a quicker, less gruesome death by jumping over the sea wall and trying in vain to swim to the mainland.

Suh Jung-woo, one of the Korean laborers fortunate enough to survive the ordeal, remembered Hashima in a 1983 interview:

I was one of two boys forced onto a truck in my village and taken to the government
office, where several thousand other Koreans ranging in age from about fourteen to
twenty had been gathered. After a night at an inn, we were taken by truck to a nearby
city, then by train to the port at Pusan and ship from Pusan to Shimonoseki. About
300 members of the group including myself were then taken by train to Nagasaki,
where we arrived the following morning. All of us were being sent to Hashima.

I had relatives in Japan, not only my parents in Nagoya but also family members living
in Sasebo. I thought that no matter where I was sent in Japan I would be able to escape
and find shelter with them. But as soon as I saw Hashima I lost all hope.

The island was surrounded by high concrete walls, and there was ocean, nothing but
ocean, all around. It was crowded with concrete buildings as high as nine stories...
We Koreans were lodged in buildings on the edge of the island. Seven or eight of us
were put together in a tiny room, giving each person no more than a few feet of space.
The buildings were made of reinforced concrete and had mortar on the outside, but the
interior was filthy and falling apart... We were given uniforms like rice bags to wear
and forced to begin work the morning after arrival. We were constantly watched and
ordered around by Japanese guards, some of whom were wearing swords.

The mine was deep under the sea, the workers reaching it by elevator down a long
narrow shaft. The coal was carried out from a spacious underground chamber, but the
digging places were so small that we had to crouch down to work. It was excruciating,
exhausting labor. Gas collected in the tunnels, and the rock ceilings and walls threatened
to collapse at any minute. I was convinced that I would never leave the island alive.
Four or five workers in fact died every month in accidents. Modern concepts of safety
were nonexistent. The corpses were cremated on Nakanoshima, the little island beside
Hashima.

The furnace is probably still there today.

Despite this oppressive labor, our meals consisted simply of 80% bean dregs and 20%
brown rice boiled together with whole sardines into a formless mush. Almost every day
I suffered from diarhhea, and my strength gradually drained away. But if I tried to rest,
the guards would come and force me to work... I don't know how many times I thought of
jumping into the sea and drowning myself...

Forty or fifty of my fellow Koreans committed suicide or drowned while trying to swim to
Takahama [on the coast]. I can't swim. But I was lucky. After five months I was
transferred to the Mitsubishi factory in Saiwai-machi, Nagasaki and thus was able to
leave the island. If I had stayed, I am certain that I would not be alive today.

There were already about 200 Koreans on the island when we arrived, so in total there
were probably 500 or 600. We were all crammed together in a two-story building with
five rooms on each floor and four four-story buildings with five or six rooms on each
floor. It still wrings my heart to think about those other Koreans. Today people call
Hashima "Battleship Island," but for us it was the "Prison Island" of no escape.

The end of World War II brought radical changes to Hashima Island and an important new purpose for its product. Instead of fuel for warships and steel for cannon shells, the coal from Hashima forged the tools for Japan's recovery from the pit of humiliation and defeat. Ironically, however, it was another conflict___the Korean War (1950 to 1953)___that catapulted the coal mines and virtually every other Japanese industry into a golden period of prosperity and growth.

The population of Hashima reached a peak of 5,259 in 1959. People were literally jammed into every nook and corner of the apartment blocks. The rocky slopes holding most of these buildings comprised about sixty percent of the total island area of 6.3 hectares (15.6 acres), while the flat property reclaimed from the sea was used mostly for industrial facilities and made up the remaining forty percent. At 835 people per hectare for the whole island, or an incredible 1,391 per hectare for the residential district, this is said to be the highest population density ever recorded in the world. Even Warabi, a Tokyo bedtown and the most densely populated city in modern Japan, notches up only 141 people per hectare.

Hashima contained all the facilities and services necessary for the subsistence of this bulging community. Elbowing for space in the shadows of the apartment blocks were a primary school, junior high school, playground, gymnasium, pinball parlor, movie theater, bars, restaurants, twenty-five different retail shops, hospital, hairdresser, Buddhist temple, Shinto Shrine and even a brothel. Motor vehicles were nonexistent. As one former miner put it, one could walk between any two points on the island in less time than it took to finish a cigarette. Umbrellas were also unnecessary: a labyrinth of corridors and staircases connected all the apartment blocks and served as the island's highway system.

Equality may have reigned in the corridors, but the allocation of apartments reflected a rigid hierarchy of social classes. Unmarried miners and employees of subcontracting companies were interned in the old one-room apartments; married Mitsubishi workers and their families had apartments with two six-mat rooms but shared toilets, kitchens and baths; high-ranking office personnel and teachers enjoyed the luxury of two-bedroom apartments with kitchens and flush toilets. The manager of Mitsubishi Hashima Coal Mine, meanwhile, lived in the only private, wood-constructed residence on the island___a house located symbolically at the summit of Hashima's original rock.

Indeed, Mitsubishi owned the island and everything on it, running a kind of benevolent dictatorship that guaranteed job security and doled out free housing, electricity and water but demanded that residents take turns in the cleaning and maintenance of public facilities. Thus the people of Hashima huddled together, all under the wing of "The Company" and all bent on a common purpose.

But coal is not edible. The community depended completely on the outside world for food, clothing and other staples. Even fresh water had to be carried to the island until pipes along the sea floor connected it to mainland reservoirs in 1957. Any storm that prevented the passage of ships for more than a day spelled fear and austerity for Hashima.

The most notable feature of the island was the complete absence of soil and indigenous vegetation. Hashima, after all, was nothing more than a rim of coal slag packed around the circumference of a bare rock. A movie shot there by Shochiku Co. Ltd. in 1949 was aptly entitled Midori Naki Shima (The Greenless Island).

The initiation of a planting campaign in 1963 was a sign of the residents' first hard-won taste of leisure. Using soil from the mainland they made gardens on the rooftops and enjoyed the unprecedented pleasure of home-grown vegetables and flowers. It was around this same time that electric rice cookers, refrigerators and television sets became standard appliances in the island's apartments.

But the optimism did not last long. Hashima's fortunes started on a downhill slide in the late 1960s when Japan's economy soared and petroleum replaced coal as the pillar of national energy schemes. Coal mines across the country began to close. Mitsubishi slashed the work force at Hashima step by step, retraining workers and sending them off to other branches of its sprawling and booming industrial network. The coup de grÉce came on January 15, 1974, when the company held a ceremony in the island gymnasium and officially announced the closing of the mine.

The subsequent exodus proceeded with amazing speed. The last resident stepped onto the ship for Nagasaki on April 20, 1974, holding an umbrella up to a light rain and glancing back woefully toward the empty apartment blocks.

The End Result of Development

Now desolate and forgotten, Hashima guards the entrance to Nagasaki Harbor like a strange, dead lighthouse, attracting little more attention than the visits of tired seagulls and the curious stares of people on passing ships. But the symbolism is hard to ignore. The tight-knit Hashima community was a miniature version of Japanese society and straddled a land mass that, except for the lack of water and greenery, mimicked the entire archipelago. The island's present forlorn state is a lesson to contemporary Japan about what happens to a country that exhausts its own resources and depends solely on foreign trade. Taking note, the Japanese government has used photographs of Hashima in full-page national newspaper advertisements calling for conservation of energy.

During its eighty-four-year career under Mitsubishi, the island produced some 16.5 million tons of coal. The miners tunneled deep into the sea bottom, the builders carefully utilized every precious square meter of island property, and the islanders made valiant efforts to lead a comfortable and dignified life. But few if any of these people included the closing of the mine in their plans.

In that sense, the dead island of Hashima delivers a lively warning about the importance of foresight. It offers a view of the end result of "development," the fate of a community severed from Mother Earth and engaged in a way of life disconnected from its food supply. In short, Hashima is what the world will be like when we finish urbanizing and exploiting it: a ghost planet spinning through space___silent, naked and useless.

Left to Rot

Puffs of spring-white clouds were floating high in the sky the day I visited Hashima. The chartered boat roared as it bounded from wave to wave and dodged the last buoy-like island at the entrance to Nagasaki Harbor. Then, as the water turned a darker shade of blue, we passed through the strait between Iojima and Koyagi Islands, skirted the western shore of Takashima Island and emerged onto the untamed expanses of the East China Sea where Hashima finally came into view.

When I jumped from the boat onto a barnacle-clad concrete protrusion that may once have supported a dock, I felt like I was climbing aboard a huge ship that had mysteriously lost all its passengers while sailing through some haunted space of water like the Bermuda Triangle.

For two hours thereafter I roamed amid the brooding apartment blocks and explored the lanes and corridors, peering into rooms, turning over pieces of paper, and conjuring up images of human activity. The deterioration was more severe than I had expected. Almost all the windows were broken, and glass crunched underfoot everywhere I walked. Great sheets of concrete facing had fallen from walls and scattered on the ground. Half-rotten doors, shutters and railings dangled on their hinges, creaking and clattering in the wind.

The island was strewn with old-fashioned electrical appliances, furniture and other paraphernalia that cannot even be found in junk heaps today. It was like a folk museum of the sixties. In the barber shop, tarnished scissors were still lying on the counter, the chair covers were cracked, and the walls were plastered with archaic movie posters. On the wall of the room where people had waited for the regular ship to Nagasaki, a departure schedule, clock and calendar were literally frozen in 1974 time.

The chaos inside the buildings was astonishing. The theater, mine office, hospital and other public places looked like scenes from the aftermath of an earthquake. In Senpukuji Temple, some thoughtful visitor had tied a piece of plastic rope around the head of a statue to keep it from falling apart. But now the Buddha in meditation looked more like a bandaged soldier sitting in shock amid the debris of a devastated city.

Was it the mischief of vandals, I wondered, or the work of island spirits enraged at this terrible solitude? Or were the ghosts of the Korean and Chinese workers who died untimely deaths here stomping through the corridors and rooms at night, smashing windows, ripping up tatami mats and pounding at the door of the manager's office to demand freedom?

As I walked I kept an eye open for the cats said to be the only remaining denizens of the island. But not a single living creature showed itself, not even a cockroach, that tenacious co-inhabitant of humankind. Only patches of weeds___growing as if by mistake___offered sickly flowers to the sky and sent roots into the cracking concrete.

Some visitor before me, perhaps a former resident, had used spray paint to leave a message in Japanese on the wall of one of the buildings:

How many decades could have passed
Since Hashima was left to rot;
Left to spoil, rot, disintegrate?
Life will never return to this island.

I felt no urge to look back as I stepped off the concrete protrusion onto the deck of the chartered boat, which had come back mercifully to collect me. And I imagined as we gained speed and headed out onto the sea toward Nagasaki that, rather than being propelled by engines, we were being pulled by the lure of the lush green hills on the horizon and by the promise of reunion with family and friends.

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