War criminal is not the first expression that comes to mind when seeing white-haired Chou Ching-feng in his living room in Taiwan, sipping tea with his daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren.
But nearly 70 years ago, he worked for the Japanese army in what is now Malaysia, guarding Australian prisoners in one of the numerous prisoner-of-war (POW) camps that were scattered across occupied Southeast Asia.
“The Japanese officers told us to beat the prisoners, and beat them hard. They were very meticulous about that,” said Chou, now 86.
He is one of about 160 Taiwanese who were punished for their activities in the World War II. Eleven were executed.
Chou, however, sees himself as a victim and wants compensation from Japan, which he says took the best years of his life and turned them into a long march through the prison camps — on both sides of the barbed wire.
Japan is repeatedly pressed by its neighbors to do more to atone for its wartime actions. Bitter disputes, such as that currently flaring around East China sea islands are seen by many to illustrate Asia’s struggle to sort out the aftermath of the conflict.
For Chou, the Taiwan he grew up in was a Japanese colony and had been one for decades. He had gone to a Japanese school and even had a Japanese name — Okamoto Yoshiaki.
His family was poor, and when in 1943 he saw an advertisement for Taiwanese volunteers to serve overseas in the Japanese armed forces, he signed up.
A former teacher of his, who was Japanese, was furious. “Why do you want to get involved in that?” he asked, exasperated. “Stay at home.” Chou did not listen to him. He needed the money.
After a short period of training in Taiwan, he was sent to northern Borneo, in what is now Malaysia, to serve in the prison camps.
The Japanese camps were among the worst horror stories of the war. More than 27 percent of all Western prisoners died, while in German-run camps in Europe, less than three percent of American and British POWs lost their lives.
Chou was immediately brought into a culture of brutality where beatings formed the main currency and where everyone, prisoners and guards alike, fit into a hierarchy of violence. Chou witnessed what happened after an officer had grown impatient with a guard who was too “soft” on a prisoner.
The officer told the guard to come over and punched him straight in the face. “This is how you hit a prisoner,” the officer said, rubbing his knuckles.
Like the Koreans — also a colonized people — the Taiwanese were second-class members of the Japanese army. The Japanese would ridicule them as uncivilized country bumpkins that could never rise to their own level.
Chou and the other Taiwanese guards were issued simple Japanese uniforms without insignia — since they did not have any rank — but to outsiders they looked Japanese all the same.
So on the occasional trip to the nearest major city, Kuching, it took some work to connect with members of the local Chinese community.
“They’d be a little hesitant, until they realized that we were Chinese too, and then they’d loosen up,” he said. “But we couldn’t talk too much. The Japanese had strict rules against fraternizing with the local population.”
Even before Chou arrived in Borneo, the war was going badly for the Japanese, and as the front drew nearer, the families back home were understandably worried. Chou wrote letters to put them at ease.
“We couldn’t write any details. So it was very general, ‘I’m fine, everything is quiet,’ and so on. Just to make sure they didn’t worry too much. But it took six months for a letter to reach home,” he said.
As the Allied forces closed in, food supplies became scarcer, and a meal for an emaciated prisoner consisted of a bowl of rice sprinkled with salt.
In the end, to reduce the number of mouths they had to feed, the Japanese resorted to killing their prisoners, according to Lee Chan-ping, a Taiwanese historian who has studied the island’s camp guards in detail.
Chou said he himself did not take part in the executions, but he knew other Taiwanese who were forced to shoot unarmed men under the threat of being killed themselves if they did not carry out their orders.
When the war ended in the summer of 1945, the captors became the captives. Chou moved into the primitive huts he had been guarding for many months.
Shortly afterwards, he was sentenced to 15 years in jail. Nearly seven decades later he said he did not abuse any prisoners — a claim that is almost impossible to verify.
Over the following years, Chou moved from one Asian prison camp to another, until 1953, when he was taken to a Japan emerging from American occupation.
He was in a group of convicts, Japanese and Taiwanese, who were placed in Tokyo’s Sugamo Prison, a facility specifically used to incarcerate war criminals.
While the Japanese were allowed to go home, only reporting back to the prison authorities every month, the Taiwanese were made to stay, Chou said.
It would be three and a half years before his own sentence was reduced and he was allowed to return to Taiwan.
“Everything was so different, so developed,” said Chou, who had left the island as a boy of 18 and now returned as a man of 31.
He soon found work, and he has lived more than half a century in relative comfort. But he would like the Japanese government to make up for the youth he says he never got to enjoy.
His view is echoed by Lee Chan-ping, the local historian, who said people like Chou should be compensated for the extra years spent in jail in Tokyo.
He compared the situation to that in Europe where the fall of the Berlin Wall proved closure of sorts for Europe’s post-war division.
“Germany is apologising left and right for its behavior during the war. Japan is not like that,” said Lee.
When asked if he is optimistic he will see compensation, even today when only a couple of guards are left, Chou’s reply is straightforward: “Not too optimistic.”
Taiwanese war criminal sees himself as victim
Taiwanese war criminal sees himself as victim
Robert Duvall: understated actor’s actor, dead at 95
- One of his most memeorable characters was the maniacal, surfing-mad Lt. Gen. William Kilgore in Francis Ford Coppola’s 1979 Vietnam War epic ‘Apocalypse Now’
- One regret was turning down the lead part in ‘Jaws’ (which went to Roy Scheider) because he instead wanted to play the salty fisherman, a role that went to Robert Shaw
LOS ANGELES: Robert Duvall, a prolific, Oscar-winning actor who shunned glitz and won praise as one of his generation’s greatest and most versatile artists, has died at age 95.
Duvall’s death on Sunday was confirmed by his wife Luciana Duvall in a statement posted Monday on Facebook.
Duvall shone in both lead and supporting roles, and eventually became a director over a career spanning six decades. He kept acting in his 90s.
His most memorable characters included the soft-spoken, loyal mob lawyer Tom Hagen in the first two installments of “The Godfather” and the maniacal, surfing-mad Lt. Gen. William Kilgore in Francis Ford Coppola’s 1979 Vietnam War epic “Apocalypse Now.”
The latter earned Duvall an Oscar nomination and made him a bona fide star after years playing lesser roles. In it he utters what is now one of cinema’s most famous lines.
“I love the smell of napalm in the morning,” his war-loving character — bare chested, cocky and sporting a big black cowboy hat — muses as low-flying US warplanes strafe a beachfront tree line with the incendiary gel.
That character was originally created to be even more over the top — his name was at first supposed to be Col. Carnage — but Duvall had it toned down in a show of his nose-to-the-grindstone approach to acting.
“I did my homework,” Duvall told veteran talk show host Larry King in 2015. “I did my research.”
Duvall was a late bloomer in the profession — he was 31 when he delivered his breakout performance as the mysterious recluse Boo Radley in the 1962 film adaptation of Harper Lee’s novel “To Kill a Mockingbird.”
He would go on to play myriad roles — a bullying corporate executive in “Network” (1976), a Marine officer who treats his family like soldiers in “The Great Santini” (1979), and a washed-up country singer in “Tender Mercies” (1983), for which he won the Oscar for best actor. Duvall was nominated for an Oscar six other times as well.
Duvall often said his favorite role, however, was one he played in a 1989 TV mini-series — the grizzled, wise-cracking Texas Ranger-turned-cowboy Augustus McCrae in “Lonesome Dove,” based on the novel by Larry McMurtry.
Film critic Elaine Mancini once described Duvall as “the most technically proficient, the most versatile, and the most convincing actor on the screen in the United States.”
In her statement Luciana Duvall said, “to the world, he was an Academy Award-winning actor, a director, a storyteller. To me, he was simply everything. His passion for his craft was matched only by his deep love for characters, a great meal, and holding court.”
‘A lot of crap’
Born in 1931, the son of a Navy officer father and an amateur actress mother, Duvall studied drama before spending two years in the US Army.
He then settled in New York, where he shared an apartment with Dustin Hoffman. The pair were friends with Gene Hackman as all three worked their way up in showbiz. These were lean times for the future stars.
“Hoffman, me, my brother, three or four other actors and singers had a place on 107th and Broadway in Manhattan, uptown,” Duvall told GQ in 2014.
Duvall said he had few regrets in his career.
But one was turning down the lead part in “Jaws” (which went to Roy Scheider) because he instead wanted to play the salty fisherman, a role that went to Robert Shaw.
Director Steven Spielberg told Duvall he was too young for that part.
Duvall also admitted he took some jobs just for the money.
“I did a lot of crap,” he told The Wall Street Journal in 2017. “Television stuff. But I had to make a living.”
Duvall made his home far from the glitz and chatter of Hollywood — in rural Virginia, where his family had roots.
He and his fourth wife, Argentine-born Luciana Pedraza, 40 years his junior, lived in a nearly 300-year-old farmhouse. Duvall never had children.
He said he went to New York and Los Angeles only when necessary.
“I like a good Hollywood party,” he told the Journal. “I have a lot of friends there. But I like living here.”
And of all his storied roles, Duvall says his favorite was indeed that of the soft-hearted cowboy McCrae in “Lonesome Dove.”
“That’s my ‘Hamlet,’” he told The New York Times in 2014.
“The English have Shakespeare; the French, Moliere. In Argentina, they have Borges, but the Western is ours. I like that.”









