"I WAS RAPED BY SOKA GAKKAI PRESIDENT DAISAKU IKEDA"
The arbn Truth Detector
A Former Top Hokkaido Soka Gakkai Women’s
Division Leader Charges
Jiyu-no Toride (Bastion of Freedom)
Special Edition 2/29/96
“I WAS RAPED BY DAISAKU IKEDA!”
Introduction
I parted ways with Soka Gakkai on May 15, 1992. Though I describe it as having “parted ways,” it was not of my own
volition. I had sent a remonstration to Daisaku Ikeda, and, as a result, I was uni laterally given the order by Soka Gakkai that I
was being dismissed from my positions of responsibility and employment. At the time, I was the Hokkaido Joint Territory Vice
Women’s Division Chief. In ad dition, since I was treated in such an extremely unjust manner, I had no choice but to “part
ways.” I both served and lived with the Gakkai for thirty-six years, and I am very disappointed in the manner in which the
curtain has been brought down on all those years of effort. Yet, for all of that, I bear not the slightest malice about having been
dismissed from the Gakkai. This is because, even though I have parted ways with the Gakkai, I have not closed off the path of
my faith in Buddhism. Quite to the contrary. Witnessing the current stance of the Gakkai, which is steadily advancing along a
course which deviates from the teachings of Buddhism, I honestly feel that I am better off by having parted ways with it. Since
parting with the Gakkai, I have been able to calmly take a hard look at this organization known as Soka Gakkai, and I have
discussed what I have been witnessing with my husband. Among other t hings, the two of have us have mutually concluded that
the attacks which Soka Gakkai has recently carried out against Nichiren Shoshu, by means of Gakkai publications and such,
exceed all bounds of huma n behavior. We simply cannot believe that the current Gakkai is the same organization in which we
once believed and whose activities we once earnestly promoted for the sake of Buddhism. However, that which made me feel
most dismal was the Soka Gakkai’s slander of Nichiren Shoshu High Priest Nikken Shonin through the fabrication of the
so-called “Seattle Incident,” using a woman na med Hiroe Clow as the testifier. I feel that way because her fabricated claim
that Nikken Shonin paid for prostitutes in America more than thirty years ago is inconsistent with the facts and is replete with
contradictions. When I learned that the Gakkai went so far as to fabricate a story about prostitutes in its vehement slander of
Nikken Shonin, I felt such actions were truly unpardonable. “If it’s true, then what about Daisaku Ikeda? How about what
Daisaku Ikeda did to me?” These thoughts gradually came to the forefront of my mind. Those abominable incidents, which I
had kept to myself and which had hung over Daisaku Ikeda for all those years - I had intended to never speak of them with
anyone throughout my entire life. Even after I parted ways with the Gakkai, I continued to feel that if for no other reason, I had
to keep these incidents buried within the depths of my heart for the sake of my children, who grew up feeling proud of their
mother, and for the sake of my husband, who has always believed in me and who has always treasured me. However, I was
worried sick over whether or not I should make known to the world the true portrait of Daisaku Ikeda, who, feigning
ignorance about his own behavior and presenting himself as a man o f virtue, thoroughly looks down upon Nikken Shonin by
issuing groundless slanders against him. At the end of my intense vacillation, I began to think that I had to speak out about what
Ikeda had done to me for the sake of showing even a single Gakkai member a true portrait of the man known a s Daisaku
Ikeda, and I also felt that at the same time I would be repaying my debt of gratitude to Buddhism, which granted my life with
redemption. It was a truly painful decision. Should I speak out, the Gakkai would definitely employ various means to deny my
charges. However, I believe that those with whom I had engaged in Gakkai activities for all those many years understa nd that
I am not the kind of person who would lie about such matters. In addition, I feel that those leaders closest to me and who
continued to feel that there was a special relationship between Ikeda a nd me would, in their heart of hearts, think, “So
*that’s* what it was all about. Now I understand.” So I determined to speak out about Ikeda’s conduct toward me, but in
order to let everyone understand my true feelings which I did not, in fact, could not, reveal when I was in the Gakkai, even whi
le Ikeda was perpetrating the atrocious against me, I would like to begin by dutifully relaying the particulars of how I came to
believe in this religion.
Taking Faith
I took faith in Nichiren Shoshu as a Soka Gakkai member in February, 1956. I had given birth to our elder son eight years
earlier, in 1948, but essentially, my health was not very good anyway, and on top of that, I did poorly following the birth. My
health became complete ly decimated after the birth, and I was usually remained bed-ridden, flat on my back, in my house. In
addition, the health of the child to whom I had given birth was also infirm, so in spite of the fact that we were able to live
without the slightest inconvenience financially, our family could never be described as having been happy, and we spent our
days enveloped in an atmosphere of gloom. Wanting with our whole hearts for our family to become healthy, we embarked on
various religious pilgrimages, but none of them produced any results, so both my husband and I had all but given up. Just then,
at the invitation of an acquaintance, my husband participated in a Gakkai discussion meeting. Thinking, “If it’ll cure my wife and
child,” he promptly took faith. That was on February 26 , 1956. My husband had learned a costly lesson from our past
religious pilgrimages, so he prohibited me from joining him in his prayers, saying, “I’ll try it first, and if anything good happens,
then you c an do it, too. If it’s no good, I’ll stop after one year.” Feeling that I would grasp at any straw, no matter how slight,
I stealthily proceeded to the altar in the dead of night while my husband and son were fast asleep and performed the Nichiren
Shoshu l iturgy, copying the way I had seen my husband recite it. No one had ever taught me the correct way to perform the
liturgy, so I recited the entire sutra book for all five prayers. It took four hours, fr om 1:00 a.m. to 5:00 a.m., for me to
complete the liturgy. On the fifth day of continuing that practice, a cool and refreshing feeling and a sense of vitality permeated
my entire body. Since then, I have been able to live a normal life in complete health. Through that experience, my husband and
I became convinced that Buddhism is absolute. At the time, my husband was thirty-three and I was twenty-nine.
Gakkai Activities
As for the Soka Gakkai at that time, second president Toda was still alive, and waves of propagation were rapidly spreading
throughout the country. In Hokkaido, these waves spread out from Hakodate, the starting point, to Sapporo, Akagawa,
Sunagawa and Rausu. We entered into the faith in Hakodate at a time which was truly the very beginning of Soka Gakkai in
Hokkaido. At the time, a man named Mr. Yasutaka Noujou, who was commonly referred to as being the one and only true
son of Hakodate, was the person responsible for the Hakodate organization. My husband and I , who were convinced of the
excellence of Buddhism, spent our days frequenting Mr. Noujou’s home, the base for Hakodate activities, and participating in
prayer meetings there which commenced at ten in t he morning. After the meetings, we bustled about engaging in propagation,
unmindful of nightfall. I gave birth to our second son the year after we took faith, and I walked around engaging in propagation
through wind, rain and snow carrying my second son on my back, leaving my elder son, an elem entary school student, at
home by himself. I often set out by bus for mountain villages, having to make several transfers en route due to the remoteness
of the villages. My husband managed an electrical contracting company, but he entrusted its operations to his employees and
would himself go out to engage in propagation activities. This is how we spent our days, a nd I have hardly any memory of us
eating dinner together as a family. My elder son penned an essay in which he wrote, “I watch over the house by myself
everyday.” His teacher read his essay and summoned me to school, where he asked me, “Just what are you, his mother,
doing?” We were able to convert forty or fifty households every month, and my husband and I rapidly rose to ever higher
positions of responsibility within the Gakkai. Looking back, we never anticipated that the Soka Gakkai would ever assume its
present attitude, and so my husband and I devoted ourselves to establishing the foundation of the Soka Gakkai in Hokkai do.
However, at the time, neither my husband nor I had any thought that we were contributing our services to the Soka Gakkai.
Our only desire was to spread this blessed Buddhism. Therefore, while I admittedly have mixed emotions about the
propagation activities in which I engaged back then, I currently have no regrets about we have done.
Initial Encounter with Ikeda
Daisaku Ikeda assumed the office of the third president in May, 1960. I attended the inauguration ceremony, held in the
Nichidai Auditorium in Ryougoku, Tokyo, as a Hokkaido representative. Mr. Yoshikatsu Takeiri entered the hall as the
standard-bearer, followed by Ikeda, who had a white ribbon affixed to his chest. I remember that at the time, I thought, “Oh,
so that’s Ikeda,” and wa s not particularly impressed with Ikeda as an individual. I had heard from my husband about the kind
of person Ikeda had become, and so perhaps I observed the inauguration ceremony with my eyes wide ope n, in a way. My
husband had informed me of an incident which occurred when Ikeda had come in 1959, the year before the inauguration
ceremony, in order to hold a leaders’ meeting at the Gakkai facility in Sappor o. Mr. Noujou had been transferred to
Hokkaido as the Hokkaido General Chapter Chief, and lived in the Sapporo Gakkai facility as its administrator. Ikeda
plopped himself down on a futon in a small ro om inside that facility, and while lying his side, had Mr. Noujou’s wife massage
his feet. My husband observed this and was shocked at the spectacle of a youth around thirty years old having an elderly
woman massage his feet. He often said, “Impudent creep. He acted just like a child who has his grandmother massage his
feet.” Therefore, I did not have a very good impression of him, but at the same time I felt no particular repulsion toward him,
and I thought that it did not matter who became president. However, as my responsibilities gradually increased, I had to come
into contact with Ikeda, whether I liked it or not. My first direct contact with Ikeda occurred in April, 1973. I was appointed
the Hakodate Women’s Division Zone Chief, and the appointment ceremony took place in the Gakkai HQ Building in
Shinanomac hi, Tokyo. Twenty newly appointed leaders gathered there from all over the country. Our names were called out
one by one, and when the moderator called out “Nobuko Nobuhira,” I responded and stood up. I was in the front row, and
Ikeda was haughtily leaning back in his chair direct ly in front of me, inches away. Ikeda looked at the roster of names he held,
and while looking me in the face, he purposely said, “So you’re Shinko Shinpei...” I thought, What a strange man, and at the
same time I had the impress ion that he was extremely proud of himself. The horrible incident occurred two months later, and
I’ll talk about that next.
The Ounuma Training Center
In 1971, Soka Gakkai constructed the Ounuma Training Center, an expansive facility covering nearly two acres of land inside
the Ounuma National Park. It seems that since it was inside a National Pa rk, there various problems surrounding its
construction, but at the time I had yet to be put in the position of responsibility for the training center, so I do not know the
details. All I can say with certainty is that the main building of the training center was constructed for Ikeda to summer there.
Immediately after it was completed, a guidance meeting for each region was h eld in the second floor worship room, but
subsequently it became just like a completely vacant house. As for it being used for religious purposes, on the first day of
Ikeda’s summering visits, local lea ders gather there for a prayer meeting, but that’s all. Ikeda began to summer there in June,
1973. Since then, he has gone there nearly every August, but I think he chose June that first time because, rather than going for
the purpose of summering there , he was attempting to avoid the rainy season, and Hokkaido does not have one. His visits
usually lasted from ten days to two weeks. I had just been appointed the Hakodate Women’s Division Zone Chief, and I spent
two months running around preparing for Ikeda’s visit, following the instructions I had received from the Gakkai Head
quarters. The materials designated by the Headquarters for Ikeda’s use were truly detailed. The pillow was to be filled with
buckwheat chaff (this changed to red beans while Ikeda was en route), and it was to be so many centimeters wide and so
many centimeters long. The futon was to be ma de of silk and was also to be a certain size. I naturally had to order everything
special. Furthermore, there were many other details, including instructions concerning Ikeda’s pajamas, sweatshirts and
paulownia clogs. There were to be so many large and small crystal glasses, different spoons to be used for melons, water
melons and ice cream, cloisonné’ chopstick holders, cork coasters, a white china milk pitcher, a glass sugar bowl, etc. His
food, meat, fish and vegetables, were designated as well, and there was to be mineral water for drinking. Among the
designated articles were items which I could not procure in Hakodate, and I went to Tokyo to purchase them. Again, at the
time I had never heard of mineral water, and when I inquired at a Hakodate apartment store if they had any, I was instead
asked, “What is mineral water? Is someone who drinks something like that coming to Hakodate?” I was told that these
preparations were to be kept secret, so no one helped me and I handled everything all by myself. Nevertheless, I was given no
instructions about where to apply to recover the money I had spent, so of course the entire amount came out my own purse.
This continued year after year. Years later, Ikeda’s wife Kaneko told me, “You’ve made several purchases, and it was
probably hard on you, so I’ve handed Yoshiko a little bit of money. Ask her to give it to you later.” The Yoshiko in question is
the Hokkaido Women’s Division Chief, Yoshiko Saitou. Yoshiko later told me, “If this is not enough, just say so,” and I
replied, “This is fine,” in spite of being handed a total amount of five thousand yen. I do not know if that was the total amount
which Kaneko had given to her, but that was the one and only time I was ever given any money, and I later returned even that.
Each time Ikeda came to summer, I spent out of my own purse anywhere from 700,000 to one million yen, and if I were to
calculate all the money I spent up until 1991, which was the last time I prepa red for an Ikeda visit, it would reach an enormous
amount.
1973
Ikeda arrived in Ounuma on June 25, 1973, two months after the leadership appointment ceremony which I mentioned earlier.
He looked at me and said, “It’s been a while since we last met, you know, b ut I’ve finally come! You know, I’m told that you
built all of this.” In addition, the following morning I carried a menu into his office, and from behind a folding screen, Ikeda said,
“Oh, so it’s Nobuhira. You may enter.” During his meal, Ikeda said, “It’s not much , but thank you for your help.” He then
presented me with a silk muffler and a white wristwatch. I guess the average Gakkai member would have been deeply moved,
thinking, “This is from Sensei,” but at the time, seeing that this was my reward for all of the pains I had taken to maintain the
gar den and prepare for his visit, I was not particularly impressed, and I accepted them rather casually. Looking back, I can
only conclude that Ikeda had ulterior motives in presenting them to me. You see, I was the one who took care of all of Ikeda’s
needs in the main building of the Ounuma Training Center, and I did so in accordance with the instructions which I had
received from above. There is a Japanese cypress bath for Ikeda’s exclusive use on the third floor of the main building, and
those not involved in its care, even if they were top leaders, could never enter it. From aro und 1975, his wife Kaneko and
some women from the No. 1 Bureau of General Affairs would travel together to Ounuma, but in 1973, no one but me was
allowed to go up to the third floor. It happened on the third day after Ikeda’s arrival in Ounuma, in other words, the evening of
June 27. As part of my duties, I ascended to the third floor at 9:00 p.m. to lay out Ikeda’s futon, just as I had done on the two
previous evenings, never suspecting that I was about to undergo a terrifying and humiliating experience. On the first and second
evenings, Ikeda had not been present, but when I went up that night, he was in the office next to the bedroom, writing
something. He wore long under underpants and a crepe s hirt. I entered, saying, “Please pardon my intrusion,” and thinking
that I must not disturb him, I began to close the sliding doors between the bedroom and the office. However, Ikeda said,
“Leave them op en.” I was slouched over, spreading out the sheets with my back to Ikeda when he suddenly leaned against
me from behind. This happened in the blink of an eye. While pushing down on me, Ikeda’s hands reached for my shoulders
and he pulled at both the collar of my blouse and the straps of my slip. It was a thin summer blouse, so it offered not the
slightest resistance. The buttons popped off and scattered about. I tried desperately to flee, but with Ikeda’s enormous body
crushing me, I was unable to even move. He violently tore open my skirt. As he panted with harsh breath, Ikeda spit out, “Just
one layer of underwear, I see,” and then he shoved his hand into my underwear. Aside from being pushed down upon with
tremendous force, I was so afraid I was unable to speak. Then Ikeda firmly speared me from behind. I continued to attempt to
resist, struggling and writhing, when everything went pitch black. I lost consciousness lying prostrate. How much time elapsed,
I wonder? Though I was prostrate when I blacked out, when I regained consciousness feeling cold, I found that I had been
asleep under the blankets facing the ceiling. With a start, I attempted to flee, but perhaps because I was petrified with terror, I
was unable to stand up. In spite of that, I somehow managed to get to my feet and, clutching my clothes which h ad lain
scattered about, I started to flee. When I did, Ikeda firmly pulled on my ankle and shouted, “Let’s stay in bed awhile!” With
my ankle in his grasp, I struck my knee against the threshold. When I made another effort to flee, Ikeda ag ain pulled on my
ankle. Crawling, I made it to the door and Ikeda persisted in pursuing me. I hit my head on the door and my heart was beating
frantically. I truly felt that I might be murdered right th ere. I was terribly frightened. I finally opened the door, ran down to the
second floor and dashed into the bathroom. Violent nausea overtook me for some time. Then I calmed myself and wiped
repeatedly at the body fluids which smeared my lower parts. I continued wiping all the more even after my skin turned red.
When I entered my second floor quarters, the two Women’s Division leaders who were lodging with me were both fast
asleep. I got into my futon and cried until morning, trying to figure out just where I had let down my guard. I could not sleep
even a single wink. Around 7:00 the following morning, Ikeda entered the kitchen where I was preparing breakfast. I was
aghast at the words he uttered to me at that time. Catching sight of me, Ikeda calmly ventured to say, “Did you sleep OK last
night? Your eyes are a little red.” I thought, What nerve this person has to say something like that after what he did last night.
He is not human. The shock and suffering I had experienced the previous evening are beyond description, but I determined
that I would bury this incident within my own breast. I felt that if I were to speak of this to others, I could not remain in the
Gakkai. That being the case, I would have no choice but to part ways with Buddhism. Since I thought that I would part way s
with Buddhism should I reveal this, I felt I had no choice but to bury it deep within myself and persevere. Nichiren Daishonin
teaches, “Rely upon the Law. Do not rely upon a person.” This means that the Buddhist teachings themselves are more
important than the posture of any individual person. I convinced myself, for example, that no matter what type of person
Daisaku Ikeda is , that which I believe in is Nichiren Daishonin’s Buddhism. Following that first incident, I did all I could to
avoid any situations where Ikeda and I might find ourselves alone together. Nevertheless, I inevitably had to be around him in
connection with my services. In 1974 Ikeda summoned me up to the second floor. When I got there, I found the two of us in
the room alone. He suddenly wrapped his arms around me, pulled my face toward his and pressed his mouth against mine. He
said, “Let’s go for a walk,” and thinking that I would be safe if I could get outdoors, I went with him to the rear of the main
building. He did the same thing again there. I resisted, and fortunately, nothing else happened. However, he repeated the same
behavior three more times after that. By the way, Ikeda’s intense body odor is ghastly. In particular, this may have been
because it was summer, but I felt that something akin to the stench of rotten garlic emanated from his entire bod y. When Ikeda
pulled me close to his filthy face, I detected an intolerable odor, and felt unbearably nauseous. Later I tenaciously scrubbed
myself wherever Ikeda had touched me.
Number Two
Ikeda arrived in Hakodate on June 20, 1978. That time, before going to the Ounuma Training Center, he stopped off at the
Culture Center in the Nakamichi section of Hakodate, and the plan called for him to attend a prayer meeting starting at 1:00
p.m. Many Gakkai members were in the second floor hall awaiting Ikeda’s arrival. His airplane was late, so Ikeda and his
party arrived at the Culture Center at 1:00 p.m. - precisely when the prayer meeting was scheduled to start. However, as soon
as Ikeda spotted me, he said, “Why, you haven’t aged a bit. You look the same as you did in the old days.” He told me to
accompany him to the third floor, and plopped down on his s ide in the 9x12 altar room. I informed him that everyone was
waiting, but Ikeda said, “That’s OK. Massage my legs for me.” Feeling I had no choice, I massaged his legs through his
trousers, and while doing so, Ikeda told me, “This time I’ve brought you some help...I came here after being alarmed at
hearing that you’ve grown old...You’re still young. You haven’t changed a bit. Do your best for another twenty years. It’s
better to instill jealousy rather than be eaten up by it. Today you look like a princess, a queen.”
I realized from Ikeda’s words that Vice President Kouichi Takama and Women’s Division Chief Yoshiko Saitou had
slandered me to Ikeda by telling him, “Nobuhira has grown old and cannot take the lead , so we would like you to replace
her.” Since that first incident in 1973, Ikeda constantly spoke of me in various ways. In addition, unlike those two leaders on
the Gakkai payroll I have just mentioned, I would relate organizational pro blems without reservation. Therefore, I suppose
they unjustly suspected me of taking advantage of my “special relationship” with Ikeda to snitch on them. Further still, while I
massaged his legs, his wife Kaneko entered the room and she merely looked at me massaging him without uttering a word.
During a dinner meeting on the 23rd of that month, Ikeda thoroughly praised me in front of everyone, after which he whispered
to me, “You know, you’re my Number Two.” (note: Number two, nigou, in J apanese carries the double meaning of mistress
or concubine) Since then, Ikeda referred to me in front of everyone as his queen and his Number two.
The Second Assault
I was raped by Ikeda for the second time on August 19, 1983. There is a coffee shop called “Royal” on the grounds of the
Ounuma Training Center. Following my usual routine, early in the morning, I was by myself cleaning the coffee shop. “Royal” is
a pre-fab style coffee shop situated about five minutes away by foot from the main building where Ikeda stayed. I was
responsible for this building as well. Summer mornings in Ounuma are blanketed by a thick layer of fog, so that you cannot see
even several meters ahead. I was wiping a table with my back to the door when suddenly, someone wrapped his arms around
me from behind. When those hairy arms pinioned me, I at once imagined it to a molester, and thought I would be murdered,
but then I immediately realized that it was Ikeda. The next moment, Ikeda wrapped his leg around my right leg and pushed me
down. When I fell, my left side struck the table quite hard. Once again, he tore my blouse to shreds and forcibly removed my
skirt and stockings. I attempted to push Ikeda away as he bent over me, but my hips and legs were weighted down and I was
unable to budge Ikeda at all. My terror of 1973 came back to life. Ikeda made a bee-line for his stalked prey, just like a beast.
Ikeda, having reached and completed his goal, and perhaps sensing that someone was outside (in the end, no one was there),
he slackened his efforts and at long last released me. Then, just for an instant, I saw for the first time the nude lower body of
Ikeda. His lower body is extremely hairy, and it looks just like he’s wearing black pants. As he fled, pulling up his sweats,
Ikeda said, “I came to see the face of my Number Two,” with a vulgar smile breaking out on his face. His smile was ghastly,
and truly not of this world. Later, I noticed that in the course of my desperate struggle my body had become completely
covered with wounds. He had done it, not just once, but twice. When I later visited a hospital to see to my wounds, I had a
hunch that perhaps one day I might one way or another file a lawsuit, so I kept and still have the medical diagnostic certificate
from my visit.
The Third Assault
Ikeda assaulted me at the Ounuma Training Center for the third time on August 16, 1991. Ikeda arrived at Ounuma on the
fourteenth, but I stayed home that day and did not venture forth to greet him upon his arrival. I felt at the time that I would
rather avoid seeing him as much as pos sible. However, I received a phone call from vice president Takama in the middle of
the night, and was told, “Ikeda Sensei has ordered you to do so, so definitely come tomorrow.” I did not want to sleep over at
Ounuma, so I asked my husband to drop me off there and bring me back home everyday. I started going to Ounuma from the
fifteenth on the stipulation that he would so.
Then, around 7:30 on the morning of the fifteenth, I walked through the grounds of the training center in order to replenish the
food supplies. A total of thirty people, leaders who had arrived fro m Tokyo, Hokkaido leaders and the Young Men’s Division
members who guarded the training center, had gathered there, and it was my duty to prepare the food for all of them. All the
members, including Ikeda, always gathered at 9:30 for radio-led calisthenics, but as I walked through the grounds, all was still
perfectly quiet. I wanted to conclude my business there whil e Ikeda was absent. That morning again, a thick fog blanketed the
Ounuma Training Center. As I walked along a road on the grounds, someone suddenly sprang upon me from behind and to
the left. A fat, hairy arm and that peculiar feel - I immediately realized it was Ikeda. “It’s Sensei again,” I thought, and at that
same time I was dragged down and pinned from behind with tremendous force. I tried and tried to flee, but aside from him
bending over me with his entire body weight, he also pinned me down and there was nothing on the ground to hold onto, so
there was nothing I could. I t ried to call out, but all I could manage were grunts. Ikeda violently tore away my clothes and he
raped me, panting harshly, just as before. My clothes were in tatters. At any rate, I thought only of fleeing, and instinctively
clawed and bit at Ikeda’s arms. I was truly acting on pure instinct, so I don’t really remember just what I did, but Ikeda let up
for just an instant, probably, I think, because I had bitten his arm, and it was then that I was finally able to pull away from him.
Ikeda, again displaying that ghastly smile, ran off into the fog. My body was covered with bruises and scratches. Later, my
husband felt suspicious about that and asked me, “Why do you come home covered with injuries when you go to Ounuma?” I
could not possibly tell him the truth, and felt terrible about deceiving him. I simply could not bring myself to attend the radio
calisthenics session conducted at 9:30 that morning and so absented myself on the pretense that I was busy in the kitchen. I
heard later that Ikeda had asked those around him, “What’s happened to Number Two?” When someone replied, “I haven’t
seen her yet,” Ikeda said, “I see. I sent her home early.” The person who informed me of this told me, “When you didn’t
come, Sensei’s mood turned sour, so please go to the main building.” As may be expected with all that had happened, I began
to look coldly upon the Soka Gakkai itself, seeing that all the members regarded a man like Ikeda to be their master.
Therefore, when Nichiren Shoshu expelled the Soka Gakkai in November of that same year, I felt that the inevitable had finally
arrived. In spite of that, I thought, “Ikeda’s behind the scenes behavior is a separate problem, and if Soka Gakkai would only
correct its bad organizational management practices, it could return to its origin.” So I appealed to Ikeda about the sad plight
of the rank-and-file members who lacked even money to live on, and proposed that he reconsider the way current
organizational donations are conducted. Ikeda said, “Fine, I’ll put an end to organizational donations in 1991. We’ll persevere
with no more organizational donations than are collected this year.” However, he broke that promise. Organizational donations
were once again promoted in 1992. In addition, during an administrative meeting held around that time (May 6, 1992) I
proposed that the slander of Nikken Shonin which was vigorously being conducted within the Gakkai was both “strange and
ludicrous.” I fell into disfavor with the other leaders for doing so. On May 10, 1992, I wrote a lengthy twenty-one page letter,
entrusting my last hopes to it and in which I called Ikeda to account, and sent it to Ikeda. I wrote about numerous matters,
such as organizational donations, election activities and the shameless conduct Ikeda perpetrated against me since 1973. Of
course, my husband did not know that I did this, and I did not show him the contents of the letter. I could write it knowing full
well that it just might bring an end to my life within Soka Gakkai.
Leaving the Gakkai
Nevertheless, Soka Gakkai was quick to respond. On May 13, a phone call came from vice president Takama summoning
both my husband and me to the kaikan. The next day, when the two us went there, we were abruptly told, “I’ll talk straight out
today. Both of you write letters of resignation for me.” When we asked for a reason, he simply replied, “Any reason at all will
do.” We refused, and at 12:30 p.m. the next day we received a phone call unilaterally telling us, “You are dismissed.” At the
time, I was the Hokkaido Joint Territory Vice Women’s Division Chief and my husband was a Vice Zone Chief. We had no
particular attachments to our duties, but it filled me with sadness to think that this was Ikeda’s response to my letter. However,
I was utterly shocked at the subsequent methods which the Gakkai conceived with the intent to bury us. The week after our
dismissal, they fabricated a fictitious story about the borrowing and lending of money and filed a lawsuit against my husband,
using the names of three Gakkai Women’s Division members. We know these three women very well, and our relations with
them were nothing but friendly. “Borrowed money” that I have no recollection of borrowing - I was bewildered, but it
occurred to me that those three women had asked my husband to take charge of some money and cooperate with them in a
so-called financial scheme. However, it happened a long time ago, and my husband kept accurate records. He still has the
receipts from that time. My husband believed without a doubt that the truth will always win out, so without hiring an attorney,
he dealt with the trial on his own. Sadly, my husband is a legal amateur and does not know how to properly present legal
documents. He also is ignorant of legalities, so in court he merely became absolutely furious with the Gakkai’s attorneys. In the
end, the receipts he held as material evidence were never examined, and he wound up losing the case. It is an indisputable fact
that the trial was a Gakkai plot because we were informed of this by a relative of one of the plaintiffs. We also have the
testimony of a person (a Gakkai member at the time) to whom Gakkai attorneys made a direct appeal, saying, “We are going
to pursue and bring down Nobuhira, so give us your cooperation.” At any rate, the Gakkai made maximum use of my
husband’s “problems over borrowed money,” and circulated around to the Gakkai membership the lie that, “The Nobuhira’s
quit because they caused scandalous money problems for their fellow Gakkai members.” In addition, the total of 8,714,000
yen mentioned in the suit somehow swelled to 100 million yen and then to 160 million yen. The Gakkai went to such lengths in
its attempt to crush us because, for one, it wanted an excuse to expel us. However, I believe the number one reason for its
actions against us is because it feared that I would make a public announcement to the world about Ikeda’s behavior. In short,
it fabricated the rumor that, “The Nobuhira’s are a husband and wife who committed fraud within the Gakkai. Accordingly,
nothing Nobuhira says can be trusted.” I knew that if I made a public announcement about what Daisaku Ikeda did to me, the
Gakkai would indiscriminately spread stories about me from various angles. However, I am not the least bit afraid of such
stories. I determined that I would publicly announce what is, for a woman, the greatest shame, in order to let people know the
true portrait of Daisaku Ikeda. Beyond that, I feel that the Gakkai’s propaganda to which I have been subjected is unworthy
of any serious consideration. When I made my determination, I first revealed everything to my husband. He censured me,
saying, “Why did you not confide in me earlier?” However, he understood and accepted my feelings when I explained that I
was unable of to speak of this within a Gakkai organization which considers its Ikeda Sensei to be absolute, and further, that I
could not reveal it when I considered my husband and my children. I am only saying to Daisaku Ikeda, “What you have done
is absolutely impermissible.” Ikeda cannot possibly imagine how much I have continued to suffer up until today, ill at heart over
what he did to me. If I were to not speak of this to anyone and keep this buried within my heart throughout my life, I would
carry this suffering with me right up to my death. However, now that I have determined to denounce him and make a public
announcement, I can say that I am relieved beyond words. I say to Ikeda, I want you to take total responsibility for your
actions. I intend to drag Ikeda into court in order to hold him accountable for what he has done to me. I believe that my doing
so will also let every Gakkai member and all the people of Japan know the true portrait of the person known as Daisaku
Ikeda. Finally, as one who has caught a glimpse of Ikeda’s peculiar nature and character, I believe that there are others
throughout the entire country who have been victimized as I have. I look forward to those people embracing true courage.
"You find guys with radios "creepy". Fine.
I am not on arbn to discuss religion with you.I am on arbn to watch you.
The children of the Buddha have the right to watch the enemies of the
Buddha. And we have the right to use the Internet, radios..."
[...]
I'll give the point to you: the only reason (besides the fun) I'm on arbn
is to watch you guys. I think you are extremely dangerous.
Keith Robinson, Proud SGI member, AKA "Jimzai-net"
"I think I would agree with you that the SGI is not a Buddhist sect."
SGI "Netmonk"
"There may be some who follow President Ikeda out of a need to submit;
but if they have such a need they are fortunate to be following
him rather than someone else"
Kathy Ruby, quoting another unnamed SGI member
>To be expelled from Nichiren Shoshu and find oneself unable even
: to SEE the DaiGohonzon is the ULTIMATE disgrace and misfortune.
"Oh, really! This is silly!!! This is not Buddhism but idol worship. The Gohonzon is
only to be found within. If I depend upon an external object for salvation my practice
my life will never be satisfied..."
James Trail expounds upon the significance of the DaiGohonzon
"I'm trying to get you to explain the NST viewpoint if it has one. Or
don't you have any study materials of you own? Perhaps study material
is just for priests...
I'm sure if you call your priest on the phone he can
help you with the hard parts...
Craig replies with a lengthy sermon from his priest.
...my eyes were glazing over with this ... HUGE THING you posted...
Well, Craig, if I liked to read sermons, I'd still be with the Temple,
ya know? It's asking a bit much to post a long, boring thing like this..."
[...]
"What is really meant by "Priest"? Well, historically, it has always meant Nikko
Shonin and him alone.
However, in the BROADER sense it can be said to include the "Sangha"
definition -- all members of the sect, regardless of their roles."
[...]
"No one in SGI is a priest...This does not mean that SGIers ARE priests.
I personally would regard it as an insult to be mistaken for a priest."
Kathy goes round and round but the only one getting dizzy is her!
"I want YOU to prove to ME that YOU aren't a gd son of a bitch mf...
You can convince me by dressing up in a tutu and having conjugal
relations with a porcupine."
Jack Shoults, SGI member
"You have a lot of nerve to call yourselves Buddhist. I would describe you all as
dogs wearing the robes of priests. Nichiren Daishonin would SHIT on you
and use your faces to wipe his ASS."
The SGI webmaster from http://www.halki.com/
" I would try, to the best of my ability, to inscribe a Gohonzon, in English if I
had to. I would draw it on a cocktail napkin if that was all I had, or
paint it on the side of a mountain!"
SGI Marilyn Carino
In "Opening the Eyes of Wooden or Painted Images" the Daishonin makes it
clear that the image must possess the characteristics of the Buddha. That
squelches the Nichiren Shoshu oft-stated claim that a napkin or soda can
can be an object of worship.
Jim Cub
"I am afraid of going to the temple, you're right. But not for the
reasons that you suppose. I am afraid that if I attempt to go there, I
will not be welcome and I will set everyone's teeth on edge and curdle
the milk."
>I have heard them say they would go to hell with their master.
You heard ME say that, David.
SGI Jack Shoults
CRUSH NST!!! SMASH THEM!!!
KICK HIS BUTT!!!!
CRUSH THEM!!!CRUSH THEM!!!CRUSH THEM!!!
Stuart, SGI member
"I think president Ikeda is the Buddha for the modern age"
Richard Hower, SGI member
To reply by E-mail, please delete "spamjam" on my address
http://www.cebunet.com/nst
http://www.cebunet.com/sgi
http://www.cebunet.com/budhismo
steve sonoda
See these websites to find out what the Nichiren Shoshu DOESN'T want you
to know!!!
Clearing Up the Clearing House
http://www.clearingup.com/
Nobuhira Victims Association- Japanese site
http://www.host.or.jp/user/worldsky/
Nobuhira Victims-English site
http://members.aol.com/nobuvictim/association/index.htm
Ikeda DID NOT Rape Nobuko Nobuhira
1.Evidence That Nobuhira May Be Lying
Nobuko Nobuhira and her husband filed a civil suit against Ikeda only
after they had lost several
court cases in which they were ordered to repay large sums of money that
they had extorted from
Soka Gakkai members, mostly older women living alone. The five
decisions, all of which the
Nobuhiras have lost, ruled that Mr. Nobuhira must repay a total of 48.8
million yen (US$425,000).
Other cases are still pending. Mrs. Nobuhira was formerly a Soka Gakkai
leader who had been
asked to resign after she and her husband's financial indiscretions
became evident. The Nobuhiras'
integrity in general ought to be at least questioned in light of these
previously litigated offenses.
Moreover, their allegations of rape are motivated, the Soka Gakkai
believes, out of bitterness and a
desire to recoup their self-induced financial losses.
Nobuhira in her Shukan Shincho article claims that she and her husband's
financial indiscretions are
a "fictitious story" concocted by the Soka Gakkai, but the evidence is
clear. The various court
rulings specifically demonstrate their financial misdeeds:
CASE 1: Hakodate District Court ordered Junko Nobuhira (Nobuko's
husband) to pay over 11
million yen (US$100,000) to Ms. Setsu Takahashi. The ruling was upheld
first by the Sapporo High
Court and then by the Sapporo Supreme Court on May 28, 1996.
CASE 2: Hakodate District Court ordered Nobuhira to pay 5.2 million yen
(US$45,000) to Ms.
Teruko Yamamoto. The ruling was upheld first by the Sapporo High Court
and then by the
Sapporo Supreme Court on May 30, 1996.
CASE 3: Hakodate District Court ordered Nobuhira to pay 2.64 million yen
(US$23,000) to Ms.
Kikue Shimizu. The ruling was upheld first by the Sapporo High Court and
then by the Sapporo
Supreme Court on November 26, 1996.
CASE 4: Hakodate Summary Court ordered Nobuhira to pay 600,000 yen
(US$5,200) to Ms.
Shigeko Takaishi. The ruling was upheld first by the Hakodate District
Court and then by the
Sapporo High Court on October 12, 1993. The case is closed.
CASE 5: Hakodate District Court ordered Nobuhira to pay 29.4 million yen
(US$255,000) to an
unnamed individual on August 27, 1996.
In addition to the above cases, Junko Nobuhira lost four countersuits in
1994 that he had brought
against Yamamoto, Takaishi (two cases) and Seiichi Asano. Also, there
are still two more court
cases pending against the Nobuhiras.
Testimonials from the victims
"We refuse to remain silent any longer"
These testimonies clarify the Nobuhira's true nature
1.Ms. Taka: Nobuko Nobuhiro threatened her after she requested a
refund
saying, "My husband is a very dangerous man!"
2.Ms. Kikue Shimizu: They told her,"Its time now to end our
relationship, since
you do not have any money"
3.Ms. Aki Omi: The contents of the contract were altered against her
will
4.Ms. Setsu Takahashi: They burned the contract and assaulted her
with the
fireplace tongs
5.Ms. Teruko Yamamoto: She won her trial against the Nobuhira's from
both
local and high courts
6.Ms. Kimi Osaka: Her request for a refund was ignored, instead they
demanded payment
7.Ms. Kimiko Miyazaki: They tried to force her to purchase a broken
Butsudan, claimed it was very valuable
8.Ms. Aiko Yamamoto: The Nobuhira's profited from defective Butsudan
sales, that they claimed were necessary to reach Enlightenment
9.Ms. Yoshiko Takahashi: They took advantage of a mother and child
living
alone, and extorted money from them
10.Ms. Misako Ando:They robbed her of her pension fund, $60,000!
11.Motoe Shimomura, She was ignored by Nobuhira , when she was asking
the
refund money from Nobuhira.
12.Hisa Horikawa, She was also ignored the cost of making 15 clothes.
13.Yukiko Takahashi, She was severely stepped on her privacy by
Nobuhira
and asked to buy Butudan(the device to put Gohonzon)repeatedly.
14.Seiko Watabe, The Butudan she bought from Nobuhira was quite
broken.
After that, Seiko Complained,however, Nobuhira put pressure on
Seiko.
15.Yoshiko Shinonome, Nobuhira always required her to serve the
special
reception. That spirit was just what Nobuhira had.
16.Eiko Shimoyama, Nobuko's eyes are so treacherous and cold.
17.Mitsu Hiramukai, Nobuhira always deceive others and make fictional
stories.
see these websites
Clearing Up the Clearing House - Nobuhira
http://www.clearingup.com/
Nobuhira Victims Association-Japanese site
http://www.host.or.jp/user/worldsky/
Nobuhira Victims Association-English site
http://members.aol.com/nobuvictim/association/index.htm
steve sonoda
http://www.mindspring.com/~sonoda/index.html
artie
steve sonoda wrote:
> Ikeda DID NOT Rape Nobuko Nobuhira
>
> 1.Evidence That Nobuhira May Be Lying
>
Steve,
My personal opinion of Mr. Ikeda is not dependent on whether or not he raped
Mrs. Nobuhira, however your post provides no information to either support
or discredit her claim or your assertion. (Even if she is a liar, that
doesn't mean it didn't happen.) I would be curious to know whether any of
your 17 statements come from individuals who are no longer members of
Sokagakkai.
Artie
The arbn Truth Detector
From:
> steve sonoda <son...@mindspring.com>
>See these websites to find out what the Nichiren Shoshu DOESN'T want you
>to know!!!
>Clearing Up the Clearing House
>Nobuhira Victims Association- Japanese site
>http://pages.prodigy.com/AHSG60C/index.html
>Nobuhira Victims-English site
>http://Fox.NSTN.Ca:80/~cpc-ml/
Sure thing Mr Jinzai.
Free Conway Twitty
Craig
"When SGI members say "Gohonzon" it specifies the Gohonzon inscribed by
High Priests of Nichiren Shoshu. For that reason, All Gohonzons are the same"
SGI Jinzai-net cronie Steve Sonoda
"I think President Ikeda is the Buddha for the
Modern Age"
Richard Hower, assistant cronie, SGI jinzai-net
> One thing for sure- our HP has never wined and dined Gorbechev,
> Noriega, Castro and other communist despots in his house like Ikeda has.
Why do you think that Pres. Ikeda is rewarding these people for their past actions?
What he's actually doing is opening their eyes to a more meaningful way of living.
Alan Graham, SGI member
"there was no "special transmission" from Nichiren to Nikko in the first place.
Therecords of the funeral cortege, in Nikko's hand, attest to his
low place (5th) in rank of celebrants at Nichiren's funeral.),there
have been many breaks."
" The popular version today is that the wooden mandala was taken by
Nikko from Minobusan to Taisekiji, but there is no mention of such a
large wooden mandala being brought to Taisekiji.Nichido, the author
of biographies of Nichiren, Nikko and Nichimoku doesn't mention such a
honzon at all. In fact, there were no wooden Nichiren honzons until
the Muromachi period. Nikko Shonin forbade the inscription of wooden
honzons... "
56th..Nitchu, received the transmission of the heritage from Nissho
Shonin. Later he was impeached, and said:
"the Itahonzon produces evil men."
adir micha proud SGI member
He passed away, after all, thinking he had SIX major disciples. Did he leave a
secret note saying "5 of them are actually 'priests of other sects', so
whatever they do doesn't count."??
Jim Cub, SGI World Tribune Midwest Reporter
Mr. Lockwood askes: "Why is the transfer document I have seen not in Nichiren's
own writing?"
Because Nichiren Daishonin did not write it.
No honest (and knowledgable) person has said that he did. Nichiren Shoshu
claims that this document was written by Nikko at the Daishonin's request.
Hope this helps,
Terry Ruby, Proud SGI member
"We are not disputing the lineage, per se.
Why bring those passage up?"
SGI Wong KC
Nikken, then, must have a very shallow view of the
Gohonzon -- similar, say, to that tourists in Ireland have towards the Blarney
Stone, or some people have toward rubbing the tummy of the Buddha. Something
OUTSIDE grants favor. That enhances Nikken, because he has physical possession
of the lucky charm.
Jim Cub discusses the DaiGohonzon
Jim Cub 3D
In article <34d4af06...@news.netnitco.net>, jqpu...@spamjam.netnitco.net
(The arbn Truth Detestor) writes:
See how much comnfidence Nikken Sect members have in their own sect. Here's
how Craig re-posted Steve Sonoda's listing of web sites, followed by what Steve
REALLY posted. Note that Craig, afraid people would be able to visit the sites
and judge for themselves, changed the addresses because he doesn't want people
to judge for themselves.
Jim
Craig:
> From:
> steve sonoda <son...@mindspring.com>
>See these
>websites to find out what the Nichiren Shoshu DOESN'T want you
>to
>know!!!
>Clearing Up the Clearing House
>http://www.plp.org/
>Nobuhira
>Victims Association- Japanese
>site
>http://pages.prodigy.com/AHSG60C/index.html
>Nobuhira Victims-English
>site
>http://Fox.NSTN.Ca:80/~cpc-ml/
********************
Steve:
Clearing Up the Clearing House
Nobuhira Victims Association- Japanese site
Scott E. Baird
On 2 Feb 1998 08:00:30 GMT, jimc...@aol.com (Jim Cub 3D) wrote:
>See how much comnfidence Nikken Sect members have in their own sect.
Keep your generalizations to yourself! I abhor the fact that he did
this, although I am sure Craig thinks he was being funny. You and I
both know he did not succeed in that, but...... Hell, at one time,
even I did this to a spam letter that went thru here. I thought it
was funny at the time, but now? Nahhhh
Scott
Remove the "_" after "loki" if responding via email.
Jim Cub 3D
In article <34d69ec4...@news.whidbey.com>, lo...@whidbey.net (Scott E.
Baird) writes:
>
Keep your generalizations to yourself! I abhor the fact that he did
this,
>although I am sure Craig thinks he was being funny. You and I
both know he
>did not succeed in that, but...... Hell, at one time,
even I did this to a
>spam letter that went thru here. I thought it
was funny at the time, but
>now? Nahhhh
Thank you. I'm finding you an enjoyable person to disagree with on practically
everything of importance I believe in. :-)
Jim