71 Years After Pearl Harbor, a News Article on the Attack is Published for the First Time
This is a remarkable first-hand account of the Pearl Harbor attack by a reporter for the Honolulu Star-Bulletin. It was written by Betty McIntosh, a young journalist who, 7 days after the attack, penned an article for Hawaii’s women on what she saw and what lay ahead.
Unfortunately, her editor felt the article too graphic and intense to publish at the time. Now, 71 years after the attack, the >Washington Post has published this searing, dramatic story for the first time.
A sample:
I have a story to tell, as a reporter, that I think the women of Hawaii should hear. I tell it because I think it may help other women in the struggle, so they will not take the past events lightly.
I reported for work immediately on Sunday morning when the first news — Oahu is being attacked — crackled over the radio, sandwiched in a church program.
Like the rest of Hawaii, I refused to believe it. All along the sunny road to town were people just coming out of church, dogs lazy in the driveways, mynas in noisy convention.
Then, from the neighborhood called Punchbowl, I saw a formation of black planes diving straight into the ocean off Pearl Harbor. The blue sky was punctured with anti-aircraft smoke puffs. Suddenly, there was a sharp whistling sound, almost over my shoulder, and below, down on School Street. I saw a rooftop fly into the air like a pasteboard movie set.
For the first time, I felt that numb terror that all of London has known for months. It is the terror of not being able to do anything but fall on your stomach and hope the bomb won’t land on you. It’s the helplessness and terror of sudden visions of a ripping sensation in your back, shrapnel coursing through your chest, total blackness, maybe death.
The vision of death became reality when I was assigned to cover the emergency room of the hospital.
The first victims of the Japanese-American war were brought there on that bright Sunday morning.
Bombs were still dropping over the city as ambulances screamed off into the heart of the destruction. The drivers were blood-sodden when they returned, with stories of streets ripped up, houses burned, twisted shrapnel and charred bodies of children.
In the morgue, the bodies were laid on slabs in the grotesque positions in which they had died. Fear contorted their faces. Their clothes were blue-black from incendiary bombs. One little girl in a red sweater, barefoot, still clutched a piece of jump-rope in her hand.
The days immediately following the attack were terrifying:
That Sunday after dusk there was the all-night horror of attack in the dark. Sirens shrieking, sharp, crackling police reports and the tension of a city wrapped in fear.
Then, in the nightmare of Monday and Tuesday, there was the struggle to keep normal when planes zoomed overhead and guns cracked out at an unseen enemy. There was blackout and suspicion riding the back of wild rumors:Parachutists in the hills! Poison in your food! Starvation and death were all that was left in a tourist bureau paradise.
It is rare that we can read history with the immediate impact of a current event. McIntosh has an extraordinary eye for detail and didn’t pull any punches when describing the mayhem and horror — no doubt the reason her editor didn’t want to publish the piece.
McIntosh went on to work for the CIA and is now retired and living in Maryland.






Link p’haps?
Greetings:
I’m still serving my deportation to the San Francisco Bay area, living a couple of soviets south of what the locals, for some arcane reason, refer to as “The City” but what I still call “Frisco”. Out here, the Pacific Theater of WW II (The Big One) is remembered along a spectrum that runs from the Japanese-American internment to the dropping of the a-bombs on all those Japanese grannies and kiddies, with Negro segregation and Rosie the Rivetress falling somewhere in between.
I suppose that there will be some kind of media head-nod to the Pearl Harbor attack but it, and in particular the tax-supported Progressive (née Public) Broadcasting System, will quickly revert to preferred form and continue distorting as much of our World War II history as possible. Which strikes me as more than peculiar as I live a brief walk away from remnants of military gun emplacements of that time. Things were a bit more serious than today’s media would have you believe.
I too live in the SF Bay Area and I can attest to your observations. I am 50, grew up here and somehow turned out normal. I hung my flag up today in observation. I had a relative at Pearl Harbor, another among the Doolittle Raid, and yet another who loaded the A-bomb onto the plane.
…You mention the tax-supported Public Broadcasting System’s negligence. That’s an understatement. Several years back, I recall PBS running a documentary about the Socialist anthem The Internationale on July 4, then they aired a documentary about Native Americans on Thanksgiving Day, followed by a multi-part series tracing the history of Islam broadcast during Christmas week.
here is a link to the article
http://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/honolulu-after-pearl-harbor-a-report-published-for-the-first-time-71-years-later/2012/12/06/e9029986-3d69-11e2-bca3-aadc9b7e29c5_story.html
The “bombs” in Honolulu the reporter talks about were probably anti-aircraft rounds returning to Earth. Frendly fire, but such is war. Nothing anyone could do to stop this one–we got attacked basically because we were there, and did not support Japanese conquest of China.
Concur on the shallowness of our history as presented to Progressives by Progressives. They of the Left are not serious people, people who will probably fold come serious times, or at least spend too much time thinking existential thoughts in navelgazing agony when “adapt and overcome” movement forward is needed instead. After all, if trendy hipster douchbag glasses armored you for tough times, the military would make them part of combat gear.
+1 to all comments above. McIntosh is a credit to all –to her nation, to her gender & to her generation.
+1 also to PBS as the defeatist voice of perpetual surrender. Tokyo Rose and Lord Ha-Ha, updated to Psy-Ops 2.0.
Tokyo Rose at least played real hepcat boogie woogie zoot tunes between her propaganda riffs, read off those riffs in an enjoyably seductive bedroom voice, and above all wasn’t subsidized by our tax dollars.