On the Yakuza issue, I didn’t leave in fear, nor do I fear posting that girl’s picture here (especially because Japanese live in a bubble and never visit any non-Japanese sites—Japan is a major hub of video-game development but when is the last time you saw a real Japanese here?), mainly because the Yakuza really don’t deal with westerners.
http://japaneseruleof7.com/my-very-brief-fight-with-a-yakuza/ He actually pushed the guy back only to have the guy bow to him and walk away.
Asian foreigners are not so lucky, but westerners really only get in trouble should they bring it on full-force on their own.
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20110831110218AAbQAZy
Of course, some rival guy toppling her father and killing his whole family would be different but that wasn’t the main thing on my mind.
Until now my run-ins with the Yakuza have been borderline but still mostly benign. Our old tri-Ace office was next door to a Yakuza headquarter and on lunch breaks we would sometimes have to walk through a crowd of old geezers (clearly not thugs, so at least some of them must have been high-ranking) in front of a limo getting ready to do whatever they were going to do.
My coworkers would point them out to me and tell me to be quiet when we passed through them until one day I was wearing the wrong shirt.
It means, “Seeking Japanese girlfriend.”
I wasn’t comfortable walking through that crowd that day with that shirt, but nothing really happened except one of them giving me a thumb up.
On the other hand, some of them are off their rockers.
A muscle guy lives in my building and I see him frequently outside and around.
Then one day I went to Shibuya for a job interview and I saw him there too.
About 2 days later we randomly got into the elevator at our building and although he hit his floor and I hit mine, he didn’t get off on his floor.
We went up to mine and I got off and he followed me, stopping me outside my room to issue a death threat.
And with no room for misinterpretation: “I’m definitely gonna kill you,” he said, in English. He also explained there, in English, that he used to be Yakuza. Given his build and tattoos I would take him at his word on that.
My crime? Apparently stalking him.
I went to Shibuya for a job interview and it just so happens that in that exact same building he has his own office. If we met on the streets of Shibuya he might consider that just random, but I was in his building and appeared to have an agenda (which I did—my interview) so because of his past he got paranoid.
Some of the Yakuza are crazy and paranoid, so physical safety is always some concern at some level.
But with her it was a matter of principle. I detest organised crime in any way shape or form.
And she may not be to blame for how her father is, but she goes on meetings with him and she is complicit. She knows what he does and she is helping him do it.
Sorry but she is not the right choice.
L. Spiro