Nevertheless, Guam was deemed important from a military point of view, because of its size and crucial position in the Pacific. During the First World War, Japan was one of America’s allies, and Guam was not drawn into the conflict. But there was great tension on December 8, 1941, as Guam got news of the attack on Pearl Harbor; within hours, it too found itself under attack as Mitsubishis from Saipan, just a hundred miles to the north, suddenly appeared in the sky above Agana, spitting machine-gun fire. Two days later, Japanese infantry, which had been massing on Rota, landed, and Guam could offer little resistance.
The Japanese occupation was a time of great cruelty and hardship, reminiscent of the conquistadores. Many Chamorros were killed, many were tortured or enslaved for war work, and others fled their villages and farms to live out the occupation, as best they could, in the hills and jungle. Families and villages were broken up, fields and food supplies were taken over, and famine ensued. Cycad seeds had been an important part of their diet for two hundred years at least; now they became a near-exclusive diet for some. Many more Chamorros were brutally murdered near the end of the war, especially when it became clear that the Japanese days were numbered, and that the island would soon be ‘liberated’ by the Americans. The Chamorros had suffered appallingly during the war, and welcomed the American soldiers, when they came, with jubilation.
The real Americanization of Guam came after 1945. Agana, which had housed half of Guam’s population before the war, had been levelled in the recapture of the island and had to be totally rebuilt; the rebuilding transformed it from a small town of low, traditional houses to an American city with concrete roads, gas stations, supermarkets, and ever-higher high-rise apartments. There was massive immigration, mostly of servicemen and their dependents, and the population of the island swelled from its prewar 22,000 to more than 100,000.
Guam remained closed to visitors and immigrants, under military restriction, until 1960. The entire north and north-eastern portions, which contained the best beaches on the island, and the beautiful and ancient village of Sumay (taken over by the Japanese in 1941, and finally flattened by the Americans in 1944), were appropriated for new military bases, and closed even to the Chamorros who had once lived there. Since the 1960s, huge numbers of tourists and immigrants have arrived – Filipino workers by the tens of thousands, and Japanese tourists by the million, requiring ever vaster golf courses and luxury hotels.
The traditional Chamorro ways of life are dwindling and vanishing, receding to pockets in the remotest southern villages, like Umatac.[62]
John normally goes on his rounds with Phil Roberto, a young Chamorro man who has had some medical training, and who acts also as his interpreter and assistant. Like Greg Dever in Pohnpei, John feels strongly that Micronesia has been far too dominated by America and American doctors, imposing their own attitudes and values, and that it is crucial to train indigenous people – doctors, nurses, paramedics, technicians – to have an autonomous health-care system. John hopes that Phil will succeed him, completing his medical degree and taking over his practice when John retires, for Phil, as a Chamorro himself, will be an integral part of the community in a way that John can never fully be.
Over the years there has been increasing resentment among the Chamorros in regard to Western doctors. The Chamorros have given their stories, their time, their blood, and finally their brains – often feeling that they themselves are no more than specimens or subjects, and that the doctors who visit and test them are not concerned with
‘We are the ones who go back to their homes weeks after the researchers have been here and taken their samples back to the States. The patients ask us, ‘So what happened to those tests performed on us?’ But we have no answers for them, because they’re not our tests.’